Showing posts with label thank you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thank you. Show all posts

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Harvey Milk's Stamp on History

The United States Postal Service has announced a stamp honoring Harvey Milk .  Mr. Milk, as I am sure you know was an gay rights activist who was elected a San Francisco City Supervisor way back in 1977 and was one of the first openly gay elected official in United States.
Milk

Supervisor Milk served less than a year in office because he was murdered by a psychotic and disgruntled former Supervisor Dan White.  White's murder of Mr. Milk and Mayor George Moscone was successfully defended by his attorneys because they convinced a jury of no ones peers that he had eaten too many twinkies.   Mr. White was convicted voluntary manslaughter not murder and sentenced to about 7 years - time was taken off for his good behavior and he served less than 5 years for the murder of a Mayor and a City Supervisor.

Congratulations to the USPS for their inclusion of all Americans and all parts of our society in the honor roll of stamps.

I can't wait to hear the sturm und drang from the extreme right wing on this.

You know it will be petty, small and pathetic.

And, you know it will be desperate and weird because they know that we know that they know that we know that they are on the wrong side of history.
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Saturday, October 5, 2013

Computer Trouble Shooters!

My laptop is a little under the weather.

But, the amazing folks at Computer Trouble Shooters, Bethlehem PA were kind enough to give me a loner as they go about the business of removing the virus.

I have gotten to know owner Scott Gingold through various Chamber, networking and charity events and he is a great guy.  This is the first time I have had to use Scott's services and I am impressed.

He caught a tweet of mine that I was a little depressed not having my lap top and now my car had to get towed to the dealership - within 20 minutes he is dropping of this loner to get me through.

Now that is customer service!

So if you have tech problems big or small contact my friends at http://ctbethlehem.com/.


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Reading Joan Walsh

Can I tell you how much I enjoy reading Joan Walsh's postings on Salon and watching her on MSNBC?

I enjoy it a lot!

She provides me with important background information and she helps clarify my thinking on issues.  Her thoughts are clear and her opinions are precise and spot on. She has a biting wit that helps her to get to the heart of matter and she is not afraid to take on the big boys and girls and call them on their bullshit.

Below is her most recent column "Revenge of the Abortion Barbies." Where she wonders if Republicans are right to be scared of mobilized women voters.  She makes a convincing case that they should  be.

http://www.salon.com/2013/08/06/revenge_of_the_abortion_barbies/

Now, if I can just remember where I left my copy of "What's the Matter With White People: Finding our way in the next America"

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Monday, July 29, 2013

Mourning Gov. Bill Scranton

His family arrived here via the Mayflower and an important city in Pennsylvania bears his family's name.

Former Pennsylvania Governor William W. Scranton has died.

He left Yale Law to fight in WW II, after serving briefly in the Eisenhower administration he returned home to Scranton to run for Congress. In an overwhelmingly Democratic district he won. Two years later at the urging of Ike he ran for Governor against the powerful Mayor of Philadelphia and he won.

In 1964 he ran a last minute campaign to save the Republican party from nominating Barry Goldwater for President.  He was man who believed in public service but became so disgusted by politics that after his single term as Governor he said he would never run for public office again, and he never did.

He did however, serve as a special adviser, special envoy, task force chair, study commission chair for 4 Presidents and for President Ford he served as UN Ambassador. He was a man of great wealth and privilege and he spent his entire life in the service of people and country.  He was a fiscal conservative but he supported many progressive government programs and the civil rights movement.

He is someone I always admired and always wished I could have voted for.

The nation and Pennsylvania are certainly better places because of  Bill Scranton and it with sadness I mourn his passing but with gratitude I celebrate his life.

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/07/30/us/politics/william-scranton-former-pennsylvania-governor-dies-at-96.html?hp

http://www.philly.com/philly/obituaries/20130729_ap_fc03ac587e4d4519bc340b3ec29d5ea1.html

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/29/william-scranton-dead-dies_n_3670987.html

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Sunday, July 28, 2013

Reading is Fundamental

Found this on line - not sure where this store is.  The owners are my new hero's.

Loving reading and loving books is a sign of superior intelligence!  And, their generous spirit and faith in humanity is something to be admired and appreciated.

Well done you?  Book Store Owners 



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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Montgomery County & Equality - Perfect Together!

Montgomery County, Pennsylvania Register of Wills D. Bruce Hanes has decided to issue a wedding license to a lesbian couple.  The couple contacted him and after reviewing the request with both his office's solicitor and the county's solicitor it was decided to issue the marriage license because to do other wise would violate their civil rights.

It was not all that many years ago that Montgomery County, which is a suburb of Philadelphia was a bastion of Republican Conservatism.  Granted they were more George HW Bush Republican than Rick Santorum Republican.  It is now a little more blue than red but it is still a fairly moderate conservative type of county.

I am glad that this move has come from this county and not Philadelphia.  A suburban county sends a stronger message about the march to equality then a similar move from the a big city.

The ACLU has already filed a suit in court challenging my Commonwealth's desire to deny me full citizenship.

The real question now that The Supreme's ruled for equality is;

If the federal government can not discriminate should the various states be allowed to discriminate?

Well done you!  D. Bruce Hanes.

Mr. Hanes press release as reported by Main Line Times
http://www.mainlinemedianews.com/articles/2013/07/23/main_line_times/news/doc51eecae35360b015385105.txt

From The Advocate
http://www.advocate.com/politics/marriage-equality/2013/07/24/penn-county-prepares-issue-same-sex-marriage-licenses

From Raging Chicken Press
http://www.ragingchickenpress.org/2013/07/24/breaking-news-montgomery-county-commissioners-office-issues-first-same-sex-marriage-license-in-defiance-of-pennsylvania-law/



Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Well Done you! Rep. Mike Schlossberg

"Love begets love, and this world clearly needs more love."

Local freshman State Representative Mike Schlossberg (D Allentown)  has co-sponsored legislation to bring marriage equality to Pennsylvania.  The bills primary sponsor is another freshman Brian Sims of Philadelphia. Something tells that these two power players are going to go far in Harrisburg and maybe beyond.

I'm not going to write another blog post as to why marriage equality is important I have made the case too many times.

I am proud that a local Representative is taking the lead on this and I impressed that as a Freshman Rep. Schlossberg is taking a leadership role. He knows he was sent to Harrisburg to make a difference and he is bound and determined to so.  And, I am glad that I can call the Honorable Gentleman from Allentown my friend.

For this Rep. Mike Schlossberg deserves a "WELL DONE YOU! MIKE SCHLOSSBERG"

http://www.lehighvalleylive.com/allentown/index.ssf/2013/07/mike_schlossberg_to_co-sponsor.html

Friday, July 12, 2013

#MalalaDay - Did You Miss This?

Today Hillary Clinton tweeted this

Malala today at the UN: “Nothing changed in my life except this-weakness, fear and hopelessness died.” Extraordinary young woman.

It is an extraordinary and powerful statement.  Think about it and think about the young woman who made the statement.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-23282662

It would have been amazing if our 24 hour news networks had covered the speech.  I know I would have found a way to witness this moment. But, our 24 hour cable news networks are clearly only really interested in covering sensational criminal trials. I know that big trials bring ratings and it takes money to run a network but is it too much to ask for a news network cover a wide range of news and not just the trial of the moment.

I am not saying the George Zimmerman trial is not significant - The guy murdered an unarmed young man because he was black.  So, yes I am engaged in what is happening.

But, other things have been happening during the course of the trial and they have gotten so little coverage because of the current trial of the century.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Rev. William H. Gray

Former Philadelphia Congressman and Pennsylvania political heavy weight Bill Gray died yesterday in London, he was attending Wimbledon with one of his sons.

He succeeded his father as pastor of a church and remained in the pulpit of Bright Hope Baptist Church  while he served as a Congressman, President of The United Negro College Fund, special adviser to President Clinton & the Secretary of State for Haitian affairs and founding an international consulting company on weekends he would come home to preach.

While in Congress he was the first black member to serve as Chairman of the powerful Budget committee and also the first to serve as Majority Whip, he was on track to eventually becoming Majority Leader or Speaker. He authored the legislation that began the process of sanctions against apartheid South Africa. Then in 1991he answered another calling, he resigned from Congress and all that power to become the leader of The United Negro College Fund

Nothing got done in Philadelphia unless Rev. Gray was briefed on it first.  His position in the pulpit, in Congress, as head of UNCF and the fact that he could pick up the phone and call Presidents and Kings made him almost an indispensable leader for not only his city but his state and nation as well.

I had been in Mr. Gray's company a few times during his time in Congress and he owned the room each and every time.  Things would almost come to a complete stop when he entered a room because everyone needed to know what he was doing, whom he was speaking to and what he was saying.  And, let me tell you the man could preach.  I attended a service in which he was the guest preacher and it was a tour de force performance.  I have heard many a good preacher in my day and a few that were great but hearing Rev. Gray preach was an experience like no other.

Bill Gray's life made a difference and today I mourn his passing and honor the legacy he has left us with.


http://www.philly.com/philly/news/20130702_William_H__Gray_III__pillar_in_Congress_and_city__dead_at_71.html



Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Expanding Pre-K Education: The Democrats are trying to accomplish something for the American people.


As the GOP focuses on repealing Obamacare and hold hearing after hearing trying to gin up fake scandals (that are blowing up in their faces) the Democrats are introducing legislation that supports greater access to Pre-K Education.

These years are called "The Golden Years" because they are the most important years in a child's development. As a nation we must do all we can to give every child every opportunity.

This legislation is a giant step in the right direction. The bill is sponsored by Murray of Washington, Harkin of Iowa, Casey of Pennsylvania and Hirono of Hawaii .

I share these Senator's  dedication to our children, to the middle class and to the future of country.  I guess this is why I am a Democrat.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/25/patty-murray-pre-k_n_3493164.html




Sunday, March 24, 2013

In Today's New York Times; Scott Fujita Lends His Support

From Today's New York Times:
Mr. Fujita is a NFL Linebacker currently with the Cleveland Browns.



ESSAY
Acceptance by Example, on the Field and at Home
By SCOTT FUJITA

My three young daughters, like most kids, are curious and ask a lot of questions. My wife and I are as open and honest with them as possible. But there’s one question I’m not prepared to answer: “Why aren’t Clare and Lesa married?”

I don’t know how to explain to them what “inferior” means or why their country treats our friends as such. I don’t want to tell them that “Yes, our friends love each other just like Mommy and Daddy love each other, but that their love is considered ‘less than.’ ”

As my girls grow up, they will learn about a few of the more embarrassing moments in our nation’s history. And I expect they’ll ask questions. But for the most part, I’ll be prepared to respond because I can point to the progress that followed.

They will learn that their great-grandmother Lillie delivered a son, their Grandpa Rod, in a Japanese-American relocation camp during World War II. Initially, they might be shocked that this is part of America’s past. But I’ll be able to tell them, ”I think a lesson was learned from that experience, and it won’t happen again.”

They will learn that couples of different races, like their grandparents, were once denied the right to marry. But at least I’ll be able to say, “Thanks to a Virginia couple named Richard and Mildred Loving, things are better now.”

At some point, they will hear the term “separate but equal,” and will learn there was a time when their father would not have been able to go to the same school or sit in the same restaurant with many of the same friends that he now shares an N.F.L. locker room with. But then I can say to them, “That was a long time ago, and look how far we’ve come.”

I anticipate us having similar conversations about women’s suffrage or Rosa Parks. And each time, I’ll be able to say that this country moved toward progress. Sometimes, change is slow, but when we know better, we do better.

Sometimes, people ask me what any of this has to do with football. Some think football players like me should just keep our mouths shut and focus on the game. But we’re people first, and football players a distant second. Football is a big part of what we do, but a very small part of who we are. And historically, sports figures like Jackie Robinson, Billie Jean King and Muhammad Ali have been powerful agents for social change. That’s why the messages athletes send — including the way they treat others and the words they use — can influence many people, especially children.

Believe it or not, conversations about issues like gay marriage take place in locker rooms every day. In many respects, the football locker room is a microcosm of society. While there is certainly an element of bravado in our sport, football players are not the meatheads many think we are. For some of my friends who raise personal objections to marriage equality, they still recognize the importance of being accepting. And many of them also recognize that regardless of what they choose to believe or practice at home or at their church, that doesn’t give them the right to discriminate. I am encouraged by how I’ve seen such conversations evolve.

Recently, I heard someone say: “You can legislate tolerance, but you can’t legislate acceptance. That takes a societal shift.” Such transformation requires more than just common sense. It takes love, understanding and time. On Tuesday, the Supreme Court will hear oral arguments on California’s Proposition 8, which banned same-sex marriage. I agree with the lower courts that said Proposition 8 violated the constitutional rights of gay men and women without any evidence-based rationale for doing so, and I, along with other professional athletes, signed my name to a brief sent to the court stressing the importance of marriage equality. Now the Supreme Court — like a referee in a football game — has the opportunity to simply enforce the rules as written. And I’m confident the justices will.

I support marriage equality for so many reasons: my father’s experience in an internment camp and the racial intolerance his family experienced during and after the war, the gay friends I have who are really not all that different from me, and also because of a story I read a few years back about a woman who was denied the right to visit her partner of 15 years when she was stuck in a hospital bed.


My belief is rooted in a childhood nurtured by a Christian message of love, compassion and acceptance. It’s grounded in the fact that I was adopted and know there are thousands of children institutionalized in various foster programs, in desperate need of permanent, safe and loving homes, but living in states that refuse to allow unmarried couples, including gays and lesbians, to adopt because they consider them not fit to be parents.

In articulating all my feelings about marriage equality, I almost don’t know where to begin. And perhaps that’s part of the problem. Why do we have to explain ourselves when it comes to issues of fairness and equality? Why is common sense not enough?

Years ago, my wife and I became friendly with a young woman whose teenage brother committed suicide after coming out to an unsuspecting and unsupportive father. This woman explained that her father was a football guy, a “man’s man” — whatever that means. She challenged me to speak up for her lost brother because, as she said, the only way to change the heart and mind of someone like her father was for him to hear that people he admires would embrace someone like his son.

I hope that soon after Tuesday’s arguments in front of the Supreme Court, people like me won’t have to speak up for those sons or daughters. No one owns the definition of love. It comes in all shapes and sizes. As Toni Morrison wrote, “Definitions belong to the definer, not the defined.” One thing I know for certain is that you can’t put a face on love, and you can’t tell me what a family is supposed to look like.

I recently received a message from a friend who has been in a committed relationship with her partner for eight years: “Pretty much my entire adult life I’ve always felt like I should settle for not having similar rights because I’m old enough to see how far we’ve come. I’ve grown accustomed to it. But I so hope it changes for the next generation because I hate to think that because they love, they should feel ‘less than.’ ”

I don’t ever want to explain to my daughters that some “versions” of love are viewed as “less than” others. I’m not prepared to answer that kind of question.

Instead, in just a few short years, and in the same way we now sometimes ask the previous generation, I hope my daughters will ask me: “What was all the fuss about back then?” I’m looking forward to hearing that question.










Saturday, March 16, 2013

Two Years? Really?

Conservative Republican US Senator Rob Portman has come out in favor of marriage equality.  The reason; his son is gay.

Very nice, he loves and accepts his son.

His son came out to him two years ago.

It has taken Sen. Portman two years to decide that his son, whom he claims he has never stopped loving, is entitled to the full rights and privileges of citizenship.

I am trying not to be too negative about this and I welcome Sen. Portman's support on this issue but really two years?

My coming out to my family was easy and that was 30 years ago so perhaps I am spoiled by never having experienced the trauma that clearly Sen. Portman went through.

A few years after I came out the son of one of my father's best friends since childhood came out and the man who I always have and still do refer to as Uncle really struggled with it.  When Uncle reached out to Dad Flad to discuss the issue my father had a simple response.

"Either you love your children or you don't"

So, I welcome Mr. Portman to side of justice and freedom but really it took two years of soul searching to decide whether he loved his child enough to change a political position.

Oy!  I am not here to judge but ya gotta wonder how or why these conservatives are so screwed up.


Note:  Please stop using the term "Gay Marriage" there is nothing especially "gay" about it.  It is just marriage nothing more nothing less.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

A Moment of Silence For George McGovern

A former Senator, Presidential candidate, a war hero and most importantly a hero for peace. His beloved Eleanor has called George McGovern home to be with her.  George McGovern was 90 years old.

I have much to say but for now I will just say Thank You George McGovern, Thank You.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Two Marines

I read this on line this morning.

The night before the burial of her husband 2nd Lt. James Cathey of the United States Marine Corps, killed in Iraq, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of “Cat”, and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted”.

Yesterday I was walking into an unnamed big box store to get a prescription filled for $4. Standing at the entrance was a member of a local VFW. I was just going throw a buck into his jar and walk on but he gave me a shopping list of things the troops needed in Afghanistan. The list included bath soap, toilet paper, candy, Chap Stick, sun screen, tooth paste and other useful products. It also included Beanie Babies to set of roadside bombs, balloons to protect guns from sand and Silly String to locate bomb wires. Who knew?

I put the list in my back pocket and went to the pharmacy.

It was going to take about an hour to get my prescription filled so after I whined to the clerk about this I huffed off. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the list and began to read it again. Before I knew it was wiping away a tear and I thought. “Forchristsake Flad you are standing here being a petulant little bastard while the men and women who make it possible to behave this way are in need some really basic things because the government and taxpayers who sent them to war cannot or will not provide them.” (I actually do talk to myself this way a lot)

I grabbed a basket and started to fill it up. As I left the store I handed the man about 5 bags of stuff. This tough old ex marine with a quiver in his voice blessed me, shook my hand and could not thank me enough. I usually take my sun glasses off when I speak to people but this time I left them on, I didn’t want him to see my tears.

Thank you Marine Thomas Hayden of VFW Post #294!

There was a phone number on the bottom of the shopping list 1-800-456-2322 in case you want to help out.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Jean

My neighbor and friend Jean died last week. She would have turned 93 this November. Despite being that age her death took us all by surprise. Just a few weeks ago she was walking the 2 ½ blocks to 7-11 to buy a pack of cigarettes. Just a week before her death she was down in the basement doing her laundry, tending to her garden, checking on the health of her younger neighbor Ann, who celebrated her 80th birthday this spring, she was sorting and organizing all of our mail for us and she was ensuring the portico light was turned on.

Suddenly this fierce, funny and independent woman who loved the occasional vodka tonic took ill and within days died. Thursday morning she was talking her to her daughters and then she closed her eyes and let go. Jean died the way she wanted to at home and quietly. She had never been to the doctor’s or the hospital and she refused all care during her last days. The only medicine she had ever taken was a baby aspirin. There was no funeral and an obituary was not put in the paper, like I said she was fiercely independent and wanted to leave this world with no strings attached.

Every year Jean would ascend the 64 steps to our place for our annual holiday party an after dominating and charming the crowd she would announce it was time to leave all the men in attendance would vie for the opportunity to escort her back down the steps to her front door.

Jean would always gather our mail for us when we were on vacation, when we returned we would find it neatly placed in a little gift bag usually with a ribbon tied into a bow closing the bag. During our annual neighborhood yard sale she would get up early and spend the next few hours helping us drag stuff out and would invariably buy one or two things. We knew she did need the items but she just wanted be supportive of our efforts.

A couple of months ago I stopped Jean as she was about take her walk to 7-11 and offered her a ride. She said she enjoyed the walk, the exercise was good for her and she was going to do it until she could not longer. That’s pretty much how it worked out for her.

Jean was 2 years old when women were granted the right to vote. She was 21 when WW II started in Europe. She was 45 when JFK was assassinated and she was 90 when Barack Obama was elected President. Imagine the history Jean had witnessed throughout her life. Yet, I never heard her mention much about the past and she never really discussed the future either. She preferred to live in the present.

Our charming little building will never be the same without Jean Lillis and everyone who lives here benefited from having her live among us.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

We Did Not Talk

While sitting at a candidate’s night before the recent primary my friend Silagh asked me if I wanted to attend Tony Kushner’s new play, The Intelligent Homosexual’s Guide To Capitalism And Socialism With A Key To The Scriptures. She thought I would be a good resource for trying to understand some of the underlying themes and currents of this very multi-layered play. I am a gay man of a certain age who has survived the dark days of AIDS and had spent enough quality time in New York during the 80’s and 90’s to understand some of Mr. Kushner’s references. This play was so clear and its meanings so evident and its message are so universal I am pretty certain that Silagh did not need me there, but I am so happy and dare I say blessed that I had the opportunity to attend.

We had a great day beginning with a relatively easy bus ride into the city. The bus had free WIFI so we pulled out our mobile devices and off we went. On the bus I read some stories about Tony Kushner but I did not read any reviews of the play itself. Not that anyone else’s opinion matter but I did not want the New York Times or New York magazine in the back of mind as I was watching the play. We had intended to visit a museum before the play but decided a nice walk down 5th Avenue to have drinks and snacks at Mesa Grill. It gave us an opportunity to talk some more. This is something Silagh and I do a lot of.

I met Silagh more than a year ago via Twitter, we then met for lunch, I learned how to pronounce her name, we talked so much we barely ate our food and we have been talking ever since. On the way home, however, we did not discuss the play, I think we were both so drained, so overwhelmed, so moved by what we had just witnessed that our words would just seem small compared to Tony Kushner’s, I know mine were/are insufficient. During both intermissions I fled the theater to a) compose myself, b) to try to comprehend and c) to try to find the words to express my thoughts, emotions and the resulting feelings. I called home and said things like; “Oh My God”, “I am so drained”, “This is amazing”, “Stunning” etc. I could not find the words then and I am still struggling with the appropriate words to express my reactions. On the way home Silagh and I did not discuss the play, in fact we spoke very little. We just processed and learned.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

I Will See You On Monday!

Live United: Greater Lehigh Valley United Way

United Way of the Greater L

Allentown Explosion Family Fund Benefit

Monday, April 11

7-9PM

Starfish Brasserie

51 West Broad St, Bethlehem, 18018

Professional musicians, singers and dancers from throughout the Lehigh Valley will entertain.

Guest Bartenders: Donald Flad Jr & a couple of other guys


$15 Donation includes tasty hors D’ oeuvres

A Tricky Tray will be held

Bins to collect non-perishable food items for Second Harvest

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Remembering Sargent Shriver

One of the hard parts about reaching and then surpassing the middle age mark is watching the people who you admired the people who were your heroes and role models pass. These were the men and women who you looked up to, the people you wanted to be like when you grew up.


When Teddy Kennedy died I wrote a series of posts about what he meant to me. Teddy spoke to my heart, Teddy inspired me and made me want to be a Democrat, and Teddy gave me the confidence to be a Liberal. Teddy and his brothers received all the attention and the passion but there was another who did much of the work and did more to move this nation forward than almost any man of his time. That man was Robert Sargent Shriver. The Kennedy men were passionate spokesman for the vision Sarge Shriver made it happen. The Kennedy’s spoke about change, Sargent Shriver was the change. With his death the only connection we have to that glamorous and golden era are Jean, the last sibling and Eunice the last in-law.


Sargent Shriver was a founding member of America First, a controversial organization dedicated to keeping the United States out of the war raging in Europe but he felt a duty to his country and volunteered for naval service even before the bombs were dropped on Pearl Harbor. Nation and honor came first to men like Sargent Shriver. A few years ago his daughter Maria testified before congress that even though her father was often lost to Alzheimer’s he attended Catholic mass every day and still recited the rosary and yet he did not know who she was, another example of the character of this man, his faith was one of the guiding principles to his life well led and to his life of good works.


After the war he went to work for Joseph P. Kennedy and ran the Chicago operations for the family and after a seven year courtship he married probably the toughest and strongest Kennedy of them all Eunice. JFK often said that if Eunice had been a man she would have been the one elected President not him.


During the presidential primaries of 1960 Shriver was assigned the two toughest states for Kennedy to run in, states where Kennedy being a Catholic was a negative but two states that JFK had to win in order to get the nomination. JFK won both West Virginia and Wisconsin and thus the nomination.


President Kennedy knew that if America was truly going to be a super power and truly lead the world into the post war era it needed to improve its image around the world and it needed to reach the hearts and minds of the people of the world. The President turned to Sarge Shriver to create and run the Peace Corp. Along with a young aide, Pennsylvania’s future Senator Harris Wofford, Sargent Shrive created one the most successful foreign policy tools in this nations arsenal and one that is as effective today as it was 49 years ago. I think the Peace Corp has been over looked by the Nobel Committee because it is a government funded organization. If the Peace Corp is all Sargent Shriver is remembered for that would be quite a lot.


After JFK’s assassination President Johnson asked Mr. Shriver to stay on with the Peace Corp and appointed him to a position of Special Assistant (they are referred to as Czars now). In this new role Shriver created the Office of Economic Opportunity and from that position he led Johnson’s “War on Poverty”. He created Head Start, Vista, Job Corp and Community Action.


Outside of government he created Upward Bond, Foster Grandparents, The Special Olympics, Legal Services, and The National Clearing House for Legal Services, Indian and Migrant Opportunities and Neighborhood Health Services.


As a reward for his efforts and hard work President Johnson appointed Mr. Shriver Ambassador to France. In 1968 that positions was much more important and critical than it is today. The French were smitten immediately by this dashing new diplomat and his very bright and very Kennedy wife. After a brilliant and at times tumultuous and heartbreaking 10 years of service to his country an exhausted Sargent Shriver decided to return to private life in 1970.


His time out of the spot light lasted a little less than 2 years. In 1972 the Democratic Party was in trouble. Its convention was fractious, its nominee was weak and its VP nominee admitted to the most horrible thing of all; he had undergone psychiatric treatment for anxiety and depression. After party standard bearer Sen. George McGovern decided he needed to replace his running mate he turned to Sargent Shriver in the hopes he could bring some of the Kennedy charm and gravitas to the ticket. Mr. Shiver was touring the Soviet Union at the time and had to make an emergency flight back to Washington D.C. in order to make the press conference. By all accounts he was an excellent candidate and served the cause of his party well. In 1976 Sarge made a short lived run for the nomination himself. After that Sargent Shriver left active politics except to support members of his family including his Republican son-in-law Arnold Schwarzenegger.


He became a partner in a law firm specializing in foreign affairs and international law, served on the board of Rockefeller University, was elected President of Special Olympics and then Chairman of the Board and an investor in Baltimore Orioles.


That is quite a life.


One of the last public appearances Sargent Shriver made was at the funeral of his beloved Eunice. I will never forget the imagine of this great and noble man who was now so frail and so confused clutching on to the arm of his son-in-law Arnold and waving a sad and urgent goodbye to the hearse that was carrying the body of his wife. Even through the haze of this vile disease he knew he had to say goodbye to Eunice and the only way he could do it was to wave he knew he was saying goodbye to her for the last time. It was one of the most heartbreaking and touching things I have ever witnessed.


Sargent Shriver was a member of the “greatest generation” and one of “the best and the brightest” he was a patriot, a statesman, a liberal, a pragmatists, a loyalists, an activist, a member of the establishment, a reformer, a technocrat, a visionary, a Kennedy and he was his own man. I don’t know if we will ever see another man like Sargent Shriver again. His family is as old as this country his ancestor signed the Maryland Constitution and Bill of Rights in 1776. He was a product of a boarding school education and graduated from Yale and Yale Law School. He could have easily settled into a life at an elite law firm but thankfully he did not.


Are there men or women like Sargent Shriver with us today? I suspect there is not, I hope there are.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

President Eisenhower's Farewell Address

Two days before JFK gave one of the most memorable Inauguration speech in history his immediate predecessor gave an equally memorable speech.

Before leaving office Ike asked the young President Kennedy to give him his title of General back. When Eisenhower became Commander and Chief he lost the rights and privileges to the title of General. Now that his service to the nation was finally complete he wanted to return to the Army. President Kennedy on behalf a very grateful nation signed an executive order granting Dwight David Eisenhower title of General. To this day Ike is often referred to as General Eisenhower and not President Eisenhower.

The below speech is an example of the true patriot and great statesman that was General Eisenhower.




G
ood evening, my fellow Americans: First, I should like to express my gratitude to the radio and television networks for the opportunity they have given me over the years to bring reports and messages to our nation. My special thanks go to them for the opportunity of addressing you this evening.

Three days from now, after a half century of service of our country, I shall lay down the responsibilities of office as, in traditional and solemn ceremony, the authority of the Presidency is vested in my successor.

This evening I come to you with a message of leave-taking and farewell, and to share a few final thoughts with you, my countrymen.

Like every other citizen, I wish the new President, and all who will labor with him, Godspeed. I pray that the coming years will be blessed with peace and prosperity for all.

Our people expect their President and the Congress to find essential agreement on questions of great moment, the wise resolution of which will better shape the future of the nation.

My own relations with Congress, which began on a remote and tenuous basis when, long ago, a member of the Senate appointed me to West Point, have since ranged to the intimate during the war and immediate post-war period, and finally to the mutually interdependent during these past eight years.

In this final relationship, the Congress and the Administration have, on most vital issues, cooperated well, to serve the nation well rather than mere partisanship, and so have assured that the business of the nation should go forward. So my official relationship with Congress ends in a feeling on my part, of gratitude that we have been able to do so much together.

We now stand ten years past the midpoint of a century that has witnessed four major wars among great nations. Three of these involved our own country. Despite these holocausts America is today the strongest, the most influential and most productive nation in the world. Understandably proud of this pre-eminence, we yet realize that America's leadership and prestige depend, not merely upon our unmatched material progress, riches and military strength, but on how we use our power in the interests of world peace and human betterment.

Throughout America's adventure in free government, such basic purposes have been to keep the peace; to foster progress in human achievement, and to enhance liberty, dignity and integrity among peoples and among nations.

To strive for less would be unworthy of a free and religious people.

Any failure traceable to arrogance or our lack of comprehension or readiness to sacrifice would inflict upon us a grievous hurt, both at home and abroad.

Progress toward these noble goals is persistently threatened by the conflict now engulfing the world. It commands our whole attention, absorbs our very beings. We face a hostile ideology global in scope, atheistic in character, ruthless in purpose, and insidious in method. Unhappily the danger it poses promises to be of indefinite duration. To meet it successfully, there is called for, not so much the emotional and transitory sacrifices of crisis, but rather those which enable us to carry forward steadily, surely, and without complaint the burdens of a prolonged and complex struggle – with liberty the stake. Only thus shall we remain, despite every provocation, on our charted course toward permanent peace and human betterment.

Crises there will continue to be. In meeting them, whether foreign or domestic, great or small, there is a recurring temptation to feel that some spectacular and costly action could become the miraculous solution to all current difficulties. A huge increase in the newer elements of our defenses; development of unrealistic programs to cure every ill in agriculture; a dramatic expansion in basic and applied research – these and many other possibilities, each possibly promising in itself, may be suggested as the only way to the road we wish to travel.

A vital element in keeping the peace is our military establishment. Our arms must be mighty, ready for instant action, so that no potential aggressor may be tempted to risk his own destruction.

But each proposal must be weighed in light of a broader consideration; the need to maintain balance in and among national programs – balance between the private and the public economy, balance between the cost and hoped for advantages – balance between the clearly necessary and the comfortably desirable; balance between our essential requirements as a nation and the duties imposed by the nation upon the individual; balance between the actions of the moment and the national welfare of the future. Good judgment seeks balance and progress; lack of it eventually finds imbalance and frustration.

The record of many decades stands as proof that our people and their Government have, in the main, understood these truths and have responded to them well in the face of threat and stress.

But threats, new in kind or degree, constantly arise.

Of these, I mention two only.

A vital element in keeping the peace is our military establishment. Our arms must be mighty, ready for instant action, so that no potential aggressor may be tempted to risk his own destruction.

Our military organization today bears little relation to that known by any of my predecessors in peacetime, or indeed by the fighting men of World War II or Korea.

Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no armaments industry. American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But now we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions. Added to this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the defense establishment. We annually spend on military security more than the net income of all United States corporations.

American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But now we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions.

This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence – economic, political, even spiritual – is felt in every city, every Statehouse, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.

Akin to, and largely responsible for the sweeping changes in our industrial-military posture, has been the technological revolution during recent decades.

In this revolution, research has become central, it also becomes more formalized, complex, and costly. A steadily increasing share is conducted for, by, or at the direction of, the Federal government.

Today, the solitary inventor, tinkering in his shop, has been overshadowed by task forces of scientists in laboratories and testing fields. In the same fashion, the free university, historically the fountainhead of free ideas and scientific discovery, has experienced a revolution in the conduct of research. Partly because of the huge costs involved, a government contract becomes virtually a substitute for intellectual curiosity. For every old blackboard there are now hundreds of new electronic computers.

The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present – and is gravely to be regarded.

Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite.

The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present – and is gravely to be regarded.

It is the task of statesmanship to mold, to balance, and to integrate these and other forces, new and old, within the principles of our democratic system – ever aiming toward the supreme goals of our free society.

Another factor in maintaining balance involves the element of time. As we peer into society's future, we – you and I, and our government – must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering for, for our own ease and convenience, the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without asking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow.

Down the long lane of the history yet to be written America knows that this world of ours, ever growing smaller, must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be, instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.

Such a confederation must be one of equals. The weakest must come to the conference table with the same confidence as do we, protected as we are by our moral, economic, and military strength. That table, though scarred by many past frustrations, cannot be abandoned for the certain agony of the battlefield.

Disarmament, with mutual honor and confidence, is a continuing imperative. Together we must learn how to compose differences, not with arms, but with intellect and decent purpose. Because this need is so sharp and apparent I confess that I lay down my official responsibilities in this field with a definite sense of disappointment. As one who has witnessed the horror and the lingering sadness of war – as one who knows that another war could utterly destroy this civilization which has been so slowly and painfully built over thousands of years – I wish I could say tonight that a lasting peace is in sight.

Happily, I can say that war has been avoided. Steady progress toward our ultimate goal has been made. But, so much remains to be done. As a private citizen, I shall never cease to do what little I can to help the world advance along that road.

So – in this my last good night to you as your President – I thank you for the many opportunities you have given me for public service in war and peace. I trust that in that service you find some things worthy; as for the rest of it, I know you will find ways to improve performance in the future.

You and I – my fellow citizens – need to be strong in our faith that all nations, under God, will reach the goal of peace with justice. May we be ever unswerving in devotion to principle, confident but humble with power, diligent in pursuit of the Nations' great goals.

To all the peoples of the world, I once more give expression to America's prayerful and continuing aspiration:

We pray that peoples of all faiths, all races, all nations, may have their great human needs satisfied; that those now denied opportunity shall come to enjoy it to the full; that all who yearn for freedom may experience its spiritual blessings; that those who have freedom will understand, also, its heavy responsibilities; that all who are insensitive to the needs of others will learn charity; that the scourges of poverty, disease and ignorance will be made to disappear from the earth, and that, in the goodness of time, all peoples will come to live together in a peace guaranteed by the binding force of mutual respect and love.

Now, on Friday noon, I am to become a private citizen. I am proud to do so. I look forward to it.

Thank you, and good night.


Monday, January 17, 2011

Remembering Rev. Martin Luther King

As I struggle to write original material -

Below is the complete text of the I Have A Dream Speech - delivered by the Rev. Martin Luther King. As we celebrate his life and good works today it is important to remember his message of hope.

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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!3