Let Us Now Praise Famous Men… and Women
As we all know, the corporate media overly celebrates the same limited number of prominent men and women. But my latest (and last) history book, By the Light of Burning Dreams (coauthored with my sister Margaret) shines a spotlight on several revolutionary leaders of the 1960s and ‘70s who have been forgotten by history — at least history as told by Ken Burns, Jon Meacham, Walter Isaacson, Malcolm Gladwell and the other mass-marketed gatekeepers of our past. Margaret and I are so delighted that our book events have drawn together a reunion of these Movement movers and shakers, including Heather Booth and Bill Zimmerman, who’ve joined us for some of our Zoom interviews. Heather and Bill were everywhere during this volcanic history. They both began their activist lives in the deep South during Freedom Summer in 1964. Heather then went on to organize the underground abortion collective known as Jane before Roe v. Wade and numerous other history-making groups. (Now 75, she’s currently organizing a campaign to support President Biden’s effort to tax billionaires.) Meanwhile Bill helped lead the 1971 Mayday antiwar protests to shut down Nixon’s Washington, founded Medical Aid for Indochina, led a relief squadron of small planes over Wounded Knee in 1973, and then ran Tom Hayden’s trail-blazing 1976 Senate campaign.
Sheila Smith, a member of the underground feminist collective Jane, was among those arrested by the Chicago police for performing abortions when they were illegal.
Lenny Foster — the courageous Navajo scout who led American Indian Movement leader Dennis Banks through the militarized noose that encircled the Wounded Knee camp in 1973 — also phoned me to say he had received his copy of the book and he was “honored” to be in it. I told Lenny that I was honored to have interviewed him about his daring mission, which is the climax of our final chapter.
Lenny Foster holds the rifle (inside a beaded scabbard) he used to defend the beleaguered Wounded Knee camp.
I’m also delighted to read Peter Dale Scott’s remarks about our book on his Facebook page after he began reading By the Light of Burning Dreams, which he called my most “important” and “timely” book. I still think that my 2015 book, The Devil’s Chessboard — which examined the dark side of America during the Cold War, and how our country went gravely wrong — is equally if not more important. But the two books together — about power and the brave if flawed resistance to it — tell readers what they need to know about the “triumphs” and “tragedies” of the American epic story during our lifetimes.
PS Speaking of Peter, there’s a snapshot somewhere online of a memorable afternoon I spent with him at his Berkeley home, with his good friend Dan Ellsberg, and fellow independent historians Russ Baker and Jefferson Morley. (The picture was taken by my research partner Karen Croft, who is camera shy.) On this 50th anniversary of the leaking of the Pentagon Papers, let us now praise Ellsberg and other courageous whistleblowers!
Whistleblower Daniel Ellsberg defends himself outside a courthouse .
A Rave Review on Publication Day
It's June 8 publication day! And Margaret Talbot and I received our first pub day review for our book, By the Light of Burning Dreams -- in the San Francisco Chronicle -- and it's a rave. I was especially gratified by these lines in the review: “If you’ve read either of the Talbot siblings, you know they don’t write anything dry. Simple saviors and canned profiles in courage are not for them. These essays bristle with energy and contention. They enjoy a good rivalry. They’re aware that just about anyone with the gumption to start a movement might not play well with others. But the contributions (of the radical leaders profiled in the book), more often than not, make them worth the frustration.”
Please join Margaret and me at 6 PM this evening for our free Zoom party, hosted by City Lights Books -- or for Zoom interviews with us hosted by 48 Hills on Thursday or the Praxis Peace Institute on Friday.
FYI, that's Black Panther leader Kathleen Cleaver, whom I interviewed for our chapter "Revolution Has Come, Time to Pick Up the Gun."
It’s Time to Fight Back: We Need Our Own January 6 Insurrection
Ever since Joe Biden was elected president, the Republicans have been on the assault, from the January 6 Capitol invasion, to the state-by-state attack on voting rights, to legislative rollbacks of reproductive rights, to censorship of disturbing historical truths about America. Now Senator Joe Manchin, the mouthpiece for West Virginia’s retrograde business class, has announced he will continue acting as a Republican fifth columnist, dooming the Biden agenda on everything from financing the modernization of America’s crumbling infrastructure to safeguarding democracy to protecting the world from rapidly increasing climate meltdowns. Republicans want to kill you, your children and grandchildren for short-term profit — or out of white nationalist/Christian zealotry. It’s that simple.
Up until last year’s elections, those of us who believe in life were also in a fighting mood. We wanted Trump gone, along with his racist and dictatorial ways. Well, Trump is gone (for now) — but Republican fanaticism is still alive and well. And, unfortunately, too many of us have taken a long lunch break, blithely assured that Biden is taking care of business. It’s true that Old Joe has turned out to be more “woke” than we imagined. He went big early on and got his Covid bailout passed over unanimous Republican opposition. But now the Republicans — with Manchin’s help — have stalled Biden’s progress and are swiftly completing the dismantling of democracy.
And we’re still napping.
Well, goodbye to all that. We need to feel the rage again. We need to get into the streets. We need to put the fear of our own righteous God in the hearts of the white supremacists, women-haters, End-of-Days wack jobs, and corporate toadies who are blocking our chance for national redemption. Remember — they are the minority. We have might and right on our side.
If you need some inspiration, pick up a copy of my new book, By the Light of Burning Dreams, the intimate story of the leading icons of the “second American Revolution.” Tom Hayden, Jane Fonda, Anne Weills, Bill Zimmerman, Fred Hampton, Bobby Seale, Kathleen Cleaver, Heather Booth, Cesar Chavez, Dolores Huerta, Craig Rodwell, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Dennis Banks, Russell Means, Madonna Thunder Hawk. Like all of us, they were flawed human beings. But they were warriors for peace and justice, and they never gave up. They radically changed America — but not enough.
Now it’s up to us, and to the next generation. Don’t let the Republicans steal America, my friends. Fight back — fight to win.
Book Party! You’re All Invited (You Can Even Come in Your Pajamas)
On Tuesday June 8 at 6 p.m. Pacific time, City Lights Books will be hosting a Zoom party for me and sister/coauthor Margaret Talbot — and you’re all invited. Come as you are and bring your own beverage. You can register for the party — which will feature a candid conversation between Margaret and me — here.
By the Light of Burning Dreams is my last history book — and I couldn’t have finished this one without Margaret’s help, as well as her husband, author Arthur Allen. It was a family affair, at first made necessary by my stroke in November 2017 as I was preparing to write the book. But as I healed, the collaboration became a source of great joy to me. Writing is a lonely grind, so it was wonderful to work for the first time with Margaret and Art. The delay in the book’s publication also made the book even more timely, as a new generation of protest has come powerfully alive.
By the Light of Burning Dreams has already received a lot of enthusiastic advance reviews. But I look forward to a dialogue with readers — including those of you who joined with a younger version of me in making this radical history, and with younger activists who will hopefully learn from our mistakes as well as our achievements. We moved America forward in many ways; my only regret, to paraphrase the late great novelist Robert Stone, is that we did not triumph completely.
But I trust that the warts-and-all stories of the revolutionary leaders we profile in the book will both inspire and enlighten, including Bobby Seale and Huey Newton of the Black Panthers; Dennis Banks, Russell Means and Madonna Thunder Hawk of the American Indian Movement; Tom Hayden and Jane Fonda of the Vietnam peace movement; and Heather Booth and the women of the underground feminist abortion collective known as Jane.
See you at the party.
The World 2, Apocalypse 0
Wednesday was a good day for the health of the planet. Exxon Mobil shareholders revolted against the drill-baby-drill management of CEO Darren Woods and elected at least two (probably three) climate activists to the energy giant’s board of directors. It was a big victory for the planet — and for the Wall Street investment firms and pension funds that have figured out it is bad for business to destroy our environment. The regimes of Big Oil tycoons like Woods, who has staunchly resisted even the moderate steps toward a green future taken by European energy companies, are now clearly coming to an end. As I’ve long argued, these fossil fuel executives are guilty of crimes against nature and humanity and should end their careers behind bars.
In other news… President Joe Biden ordered U.S. intelligence agencies to determine the origins of the coronavirus epidemic within 90 days. Biden is responding not only to political pressure, but to a growing consensus within the scientific community that the deadly virus might have been engineered in the Wuhan Virology Laboratory, where three researchers reportedly fell seriously ill in the fall of 2019, on the eve of the pandemic which then raged around the globe. I’ve been suspicious of a viral leak from the Wuhan lab ever since reading Nicholson Baker’s lengthy investigative report in New York magazine in January. As Baker emphasized, this is not about China bashing. The Wuhan lab’s dangerous work was financially supported by the U.S. government and by leading virology scientists in this country. It’s about imposing tighter restrictions on dangerous “gain of function” research that turns viruses into hugely lethal threats. This strict oversight must be imposed on labs throughout the world, not just in China, for the good of humanity. And we must know the true origins of the Covid-19 inferno so we can prevent future pandemics.
Suspicions about the Wuhan lab have been dismissed for months as conspiracy thinking. But it’s the knee-jerk efforts by authorities to snuff out legitimate public concerns that have led to the erosion of popular belief in the “official stories.” President Biden’s directive to U.S. intelligence agencies is a big step forward.
Is It Sunrise in America, or Twilight?
We were having this glass half empty or half full discussion the other night in my living room. One dinner guest took the darker view (shared by Paul Krugman, among many others, in his recent column). Democracy in America is on the wane, she argued, the victim of a ruthless oligarchy and its Republican goons, a party increasingly divorced from basic reality. It’s true, the GOP is still dangerously enthralled by its extremist Trump base, argued my more optimistic friend — but this is a good thing. Republicans are a shrinking percentage of the American electorate, he asserted, and they will be decisively defeated in the midterm elections and the next presidential race. This will further embolden the surprisingly progressive Biden administration and allow it to push through its ambitious legislation.
I lean more toward the optimistic political scenario, but then I was raised in Hollywood and can’t help believing in happy endings. (My own life has had many of them.)
Speaking of dawns in America, the young climate activists known as the Sunrise Movement and other save-the-planet militants continue to have an impact. Here in California, Gov. Gavin Newsom has announced he will double the state’s firefighting resources, from $1 to $2 billion, as a new particularly ominous wildfire season begins. Newsom is also vastly expanding the state’s investments in wind power and other sources of renewable energy. Meanwhile, an activist hedge fund known as Engine No. 1 is spearheading a campaign to replace four business-as-usual Exxon Mobil board members with climate experts at today’s shareholders meeting. Exxon is the odious energy giant that for decades covered up its own dire scientific predictions about global warming.
These moves — and the multiple climate action measures being undertaken by the Biden presidency — are welcome steps in the right direction. But the climate action movement must go further if this global crisis is truly to be mitigated. Climate havoc through continued fossil fuel extraction and burning must be criminalized. In France, there is a new bill that would do just this, levying criminal penalties on energy executives and other polluters for “ecocide.”
Exxon Mobil CEO Darren Woods should not just have to worry about a shareholders revolt. He should fret about having his ass thrown in prison.
The Sunrise Movement in the streets
Live from My Living Room: The Joys of Reopening Your World
My wife Camille and I had a few (vaccinated) friends over for dinner on Saturday night. The deal was that they had to sing — and play — for their supper. Luckily for us, they’re talented musicians — fellow writers who moonlight as The Deadliners. And even more lucky for us, Zoe Fitzgerald Carter just released her own album, Waterlines, which I’ve exulted over on these pages — and she treated us to a couple of songs from her new LP, as well a new tune and some classics like John Prine’s “Angel from Montgomery.”
One of the greatest losses I felt during the Covid lockdown was the disappearance of live music. So to hear talented musicians play in our own living room was a magical experience. One of our bedazzled guests, Cheryl Nardi, compared it to Christmas as a child.
Zoe was backed on guitar by my longtime friend Gary Kamiya, and his finger-picking — mostly by ear — astounded me. The group was rounded out by Mark Schapiro on harmonica and Mark Hertsgaard on rhythm guitar.
If Zoe comes to a saloon near you in the future, you should buy a ticket. In the meantime, treat yourself to her new album. Here’s one of my favorite songs on it.
And, oh yes, what did I serve for dinner? I’ve been doing a lot of master chef Ottolenghi during the pandemic and this recipe is especially yummy. Chicken marinated in Pernod, olive oil, fresh orange and lemon juice, brown sugar, thyme and garlic — and dotted with slices of tangerines and fennel (which caramelize beautifully after the dish is popped into the oven). I served it with rice pilaf and a green salad.
The musicians obviously were deeply inspired by the feast.
Live from my living room: Zoe Fitzgerald Carter, backed by Gary Kamiya. (Photo by Louise Rubacky)
The Great Escape: How Nixon and Brando Prevented Another Wounded Knee Massacre
Here’s an exclusive peek at By the Light of Burning Dreams, my new history book about “the second American Revolution” — to be published by HarperCollins on June 8. This story was told to me by Dennis Banks, the heroic cofounder of the American Indian Movement (AIM) shortly before he died. I wrote the article for Air Mail, the new online magazine launched by Graydon Carter, of Vanity Fair and Spy magazine fame. As I write, the story about President Nixon, the FBI and the Native American militants who seized the forlorn Wounded Knee outpost on the snowy plains of South Dakota in the winter of 1973 demonstrates how history is a surprising series of locked doors that lead to other closed doors. Read on!
Dennis Banks and Marlon Brando
Chesa Boudin Celebrates Big Krasner Win in Philly
San Francisco District Attorney Chesa Boudin just issued this statement in reaction to fellow progressive prosecutor Larry Krasner’s landslide victory in Philadelphia:
"Larry Krasner was a trailblazer when he was first elected and with this resounding win, he is showing the way once again. Voters support long-overdue criminal justice reform. Scare tactics and misinformation didn't work in Philadelphia and they won't work in San Francisco."
Social justice reformers Larry Krasner (left) and Chesa Boudin
Stop Funding the Carnage
Rep. Alexandria Ocasio- Cortez acts to block President Biden’s transfer of sophisticated weaponry to the Netanyahu killing machine:
“For decades, the U.S. has sold billions of dollars in weaponry to Israel without ever requiring them to respect basic Palestinian rights," Ocasio-Cortez, the conscience of Congress, said in a statement. "In so doing, we have directly contributed to the death, displacement, and disenfranchisement of millions.
"At a time when so many, including President [Joe] Biden, support a cease-fire, we should not be sending 'direct attack' weaponry to Prime Minister Netanyahu to prolong this violence."
Who Will Stop Israel’s War Crimes?
They crowd them into densely packed ghettos like animals in urban cages. They control their economic destiny and keep them trapped in poverty. They evict them from their homes when it suits them. They invade their mosques at will. They brutalize peaceful demonstrators. And then they are shocked, shocked when these abject people finally erupt — and they respond with a fury of bombardment on densely populated urban targets.
The U.S. mainstream press and other Israel apologists want to call the current bloodbath in Gaza a “conflict” between Israel and Hamas. But that’s not what it is. Few Palestinian rockets have reached their targets because of the protective Israeli “dome” while the Israeli air force has destroyed civilian targets in Gaza with impunity. Over 200 Palestinian men, women and children have been killed, and only about a dozen Israelis. This is asymmetrical carnage against a largely defenseless civilian population. In other words, the government of Israel’s repulsive leader-for-life Benjamin Netanyahu is guilty of war crimes.
Will Israel finally be restrained? Will the Netanyahu regime at last be held accountable? The rising left wing of the Democratic Party finally forced President Biden to call for a ceasefire, And a new generation of activists — including many young American Jews — is making the links between the apartheid policies of Israel and the systematic injustice that afflicts racial minorities in the U.S.
Hopefully, the slaughter in Gaza is a turning point. Israel must get rid of Netanyahu and his legacy of swagger and belligerence. The Palestinians have been demanding dignity and human rights for far too long. It’s time that Washington finally hears their cries.
Media Merger Creates More of Same - But Here Are MY Hidden Gems
The press is all atwitter about the announced merger between Discovery and AT&T’s WarnerMedia division. Discovery’s Daniel Zaslav is up! WarnerMedia’s Jason Kilar is down! And who knew that wily old John “Cable Cowboy” Malone was still pulling the media industry’s strings from Colorado? In fact, who knew that he was still alive? Despite the media’s frenzy about the latest media shift, the proper response to all this sound and fury is a big yawn. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
Like a lot of you, I’ve been watching too much cable network product during the pandemic lockdown. As I began tuning in more, I assumed that all the new streaming services had not only added volume to our entertainment menu, but elevated the quality of movies and TV shows. Wrong. My overall impression of Netflix, Amazon Prime Video, Hulu, HBO Max and all the rest is how utterly formulaic that entertainment programming has become. If anything, the age of streaming has made creativity even MORE cookie-cutter. There are precious few shows and films that challenge viewers intellectually, artistically or politically. It seems that entertainment executives are all consulting the same apps to determine potential audience and market size. The seat-of-the-pants instincts and quirks that characterized some Old Hollywood barons have been replaced by stats-driven analysis. The result is a predictable stream of programming that hits the same shock-fear-desire nerve buttons in the audience.
As my regular readers know, to avoid boredom, I go spelunking deep and wide in the entertainment vaults to find the gems from yesterday, today and tomorrow that dazzle me. Here are a few of the shining artifacts that I’ve enjoyed recently.
The Talk of the Town. This 1942 movie directed by George Stevens and written by the great Irwin Shaw whipsaws you back and forth between comedy, romance and drama. It stars Cary Grant as an anarchist on the run from the law (yes, you read that right) and Ronald Coleman as the stuffy law professor with whom he forms an unusual bond. Caught between the two argumentative but increasingly close male buddies is the wonderful Jean Arthur. And you don’t know which man she’s going to pick until the final scene of this pleasingly long, weird movie (a scene which takes place in the dignified lobby of the Supreme Court building of all places).
That Damn Michael Che. Who knew that the co-anchor of Saturday Night Live’s Weekend Update feature was capable of producing a show of vignettes and commentary so bitingly funny that it puts you in mind of other great black comedies that Che himself references (to mock his own efforts) — like In Living Color and The Chapelle Show. Yes, the six episodes of Che’s show are on HBO Max — but they’re the only fresh, laugh-out-loud pleasures I’ve had during the Covid era. And yes, Che is a lot funnier here than he is on SNL. In fact, the six episodes of That Damn Michael Che are a lot funnier than any SNL show during the past season.
Mr. Wilder and Me. This new novel by British author Jonathan Coe (Middle England) is not easily available yet in the U.S. But it’s worth the extra effort to get your hands on it. I can’t imagine a better summer read. Told from the perspective of a young Greek woman on her first tour of America in the mid-’70s, the novel dips you into the bittersweet final filmmaking days of Billy Wilder and his screenwriter Iz Diamond. Once the king of Hollywood, Wilder is now fighting to keep making movies — and in the process he and Diamond inspire young Calista Frangopoulou to pursue her own creative ambitions. As light and breezy as a day at the beach, but with a wistful and melancholy feeling as well. Utterly delightful — and it will make you go scrambling for Wilder movies you might have missed. For instance, I discovered Ace in the Hole, a scathing 1951 movie about the depravity of the media (and American culture) starring Kirk Douglas.
That’s all, folks!
The Republican Sabotage Machine vs Chesa Boudin: Where’s the Progressive Outrage?
The Republicans. They tell us they’re real Americans. They believe in truth, justice and the American way. Except they don’t really. They don’t truly believe in any of those values. All they really care about are power and self-interest. And the only way they can enforce their dominion over democracy is to sabotage it. Which they are doing in nearly every state – and even in so-called progressive capitals like San Francisco.
Here we see a sinister cabal of moderate Democrats (Republicans in any other city) and billionaire bullies targeting progressive District Attorney Chesa Boudin, launching TWO recall campaigns against him before he even got his seat warm at the Hall of Justice. This hit operation is right out of the Trump playbook – rig the system to get far-right fanatics elected, and if progressives slip into office, tie them up with endless disinformation barrages and even recall campaigns.
Who’s funding the Boudin recall campaigns? A rogue’s gallery of fat cats including Chicago investor David O’Keefe as well as Silicon Valley venture capitalists David O. Sacks and Cyan Banister. (It’s driven locally by figures like real estate lobbyist Mary Jung and police-affiliated attorney Harry Stern.) Who are these people and why are they targeting Boudin, who has emerged as a nationally prominent advocate of justice reform? Let’s look at Sacks, for example. He was a conservative wingman of notorious Trump ally Peter Thiel when they were Stanford students, later coauthoring a book with him titled The Diversity Myth, a Koch brother-published attack on “political correctness” which stated that racism in America is largely imaginary and that date rape is nothing more than “belated regret.” Besides funding the recall effort against Boudin, Sacks has also given wads of money to Republican candidates – including former Senator David Perdue, in a desperate attempt to keep Georgia (and the U.S.) in the red column.
The billionaire Republican attack on Boudin is being aided at the local level by Mayor London Breed’s political machine. Mayor Breed, who strongly backed Boudin’s opponent Suzy Loftus in the DA race, wants to eliminate a visionary future rival on her left. And Breed would much rather focus public attention on Boudin’s alleged mismanagement of the prosecutor’s office than her all-too-real leadership failures. Breed has benefited from Covid fatigue and a weak local press, but in any robust metro arena, she would have been on the ropes by now for her personal and political affiliations with disgraced Public Woks czar Mohammed Nuru and her rank inability to combat San Francisco’s homeless and housing crisis, urban blight and tech industry domination.
Boudin, by contrast, has offered a powerful example of what a public official can do to advance real justice in one city. But during his 17 months in office, he’s been forced to fight off a stream of fake news from his opponents and their useful tools in the media, like TV reporter Dion Lim of ABC7-KGO and San Francisco Chronicle columnist Heather Knight. Boudin is charged with overseeing a rise in SF crime – it’s actually down overall by some 30 precent. Under his watch, violent crimes like rape and assault have significantly decreased. Homicide has ticked up, as it has in cities across the nation during the pandemic, but much less than other cities in the region. Boudin is also charged with taking a soft-on-crime approach, but while emphasizing alternatives to incarceration for non-serious offenses, Boudin has also increased the rates of prosecution for offenders with prior arrests.
The question that keeps nagging me is not why Republican billionaires and the Breed machine are targeting Boudin, but why San Francisco progressives have not rallied around him more aggressively. If his opponents succeed in knocking off a nationally prominent progressive prosecutor like Chesa Boudin, it will not only be a blow against the rising social justice movement – it will further disempower the San Francisco Left and embolden the forces of greed that have taken over the city.
Stay tuned to this space, as I campaign one more time for Chesa Boudin. It might be my last hurrah as a citizen advocate (more on that later).
For the People: San Francisco DA Chesa Boudin
“Exhilarating, inspiring”… The Advance Reviews Continue to Shine for Our New Book
A starred review in Booklist… a rave review in Publishers Weekly. (That’s where the “exhilarating” blurb comes from.) By the Light of Burning Dreams, the new book by my sister Margaret Talbot (of The New Yorker magazine) and I, is off to a wonderful start, in advance of its June 8 publication by HarperCollins.
The book chronicles dramatic turning points in the lives of revolutionary heroes from the 1960s and ‘70s — including Bobby Seale and Huey Newton of the Black Panthers; Tom Hayden and Jane Fonda of the Vietnam antiwar movement; Cesar Chavez and Dolores Huerta if the United Farm Workers crusade; John Lennon and Yoko Ono and their anti-Nixon peace campaign; Heather Booth and the women of Jane, the underground feminist abortion clinic; and Dennis Banks, Madonna Thunder Hawk and Russell Means of the American Indian Movement.
We interviewed many of these iconic radical leaders. (Dennis Banks died shortly after I spoke with him — look for my forthcoming article about that interview and Banks’s startling revelation about how President Nixon and Marlon Brando saved him and his fellow Native warriors from a second Wounded Knee massacre). In telling these men and women’s dramatic stories, we did not shy from evaluating their strengths and weaknesses as leaders. But, in the end, I came to feel the same way as novelist Robert Stone — another veteran of these wild times. The only thing he regretted, Stone wrote near the end of his life, was his movement’s failure to win.
Yes, these heroes of the “Second American Revolution,” as we call it, moved the country forward socially and culturally. But we failed to take political power. Our radical generation must fully understand our triumphs and tragedies and pass along this wisdom to the next generation of activists.
I think By the Light of Burning Dreams is a well-timed history lesson. It’s also a damn good read. The Talbots know how to write. Just saying…
You can pre-order the book from an independent bookstore here.
Big Pharma: Greed Is God
I’ve been reading Empire of Pain, Patrick Radden Keefe’s remarkable book about the Sackler dynasty and their pharmaceutical wasteland — including the opioid scourge. (What a writer and researcher! I had to leap into his latest book after just finishing his haunting book about the Irish Troubles, Say Nothing.) As I descend with Keefe into his page-turning book about the Sacklers, I’ve also been following the harrowing news from India and Latin America about the Covid killing fields in those tragic countries. Once again, the pharmaceutical giants are profiteering from pain, favoring the wealthy imperialist nations and blocking growing campaigns to transfer their vaccination technology to suffering nations. Drug giants like Pfizer and Moderna would rather get charity points, dispensing some additional shots to India — where more than 3,000 people a day are dying from Covid — than break their trade patents and share their life-saving secrets with foreign drug manufacturers.
Tulsa University was the first institution to strip the Sackler name from its buildings, in 2019.
To his credit, Dr. Anthony Fauci — the nation’s point man on the Covid crisis — has urged President Biden to break the international trade pact favoring Big Pharma. After all, Moderna developed its highly effective Covid vaccine with a huge assist from U.S. taxpayers. And the global coronavirus crisis has already ensured that vaccine makers will reap staggering profits this year. “I always respect the needs of the (drug) companies to protect their interests to keep them in business,” recently said Fauci, who as a long-term U.S. health official knows he must appease the all-powerful pharmaceutical industry. “But we can’t do it completely at the expense of not allowing vaccine that’s life-saving to get to the people who need it.”
Women in India mourn their dead loved ones, as hospitals there run out of oxygen supplies.
As Biden himself has noted, the U.S. is not a walled island. The virus respects no borders. So the suffering of people in India and Brazil and South Africa will soon be OUR suffering. Already medical workers in India’s Covid wards who have been fully inoculated are starting to be sickened with Covid variants. The more we allow Big Pharma greed to block the global distribution of vaccines, the more we risk new waves of infection, even among those who have been immunized in the West. We’re all in this together.
Moderna CEO Stephane Bancel
During earlier global health emergencies, like the AIDS crisis, foreign governments finally moved to break Big Pharma patents and manufacture life-saving drugs. In the 1980s, an Indian drug manufacturer broke a lock on hepatitis B vaccine held tightly by Merck and Glaxo-Smith-Kline, after the World Health Organization urgently recommended the vaccine for children. Big Pharma was charging $23 per shot; the Indian manufacturer offered it for $1 a dose.
It’s time for President Biden and other Western leaders to pick life over greed. If they read one book this month, it should be Empire of Pain.
The Fool on a Hill: A Stroll in My Vertical Neighborhood
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
That about sums up my daily walks on San Francisco’s Bernal Hill. (There’s a Beatles tune for every occasion.) It’s not that I’ve become a guru, like the Mahirishi Mahesh Yogi, who briefly bedazzled John and George (who then both took wicked revenge on the giggling spiritual leader). But my head is constantly spinning around ever since my stroke in 2017, and my vision is off-kilter too. So taking an afternoon spin around my steep neighborhood is always a crazy kind of trek, and today it had me singing about that other fool on a hill.
My life is a daily strain. Who’s isn’t? Despite my “deficits” (I love those accounting terms), I still count myself lucky to be alive. So much has happened in my life in the past three-and-a-half years. So many wonderful (and occasionally terrifying) events in the lives of family and friends — not to mention America at large. I’m here, I’m alive — in fact I feel more fully alive than I was before my medical catastrophe.
It’s true, I can’t hop in a car (or plane) and take off somewhere fun or exotic. My physical damage (and the pandemic) has made me more house-bound. And so my neighborhood has become my domain. From the top of Bernal Heights, I can see the world (or at least most of my city). I contain multitudes, and so does my limited empire. Increasingly bold coyotes, dog wranglers herding packs of canines, young women with crowns of curls speaking a language I’ve never heard before, techies talking a language I wish I’d never understood, dancers rehearsing their spins and leaps.
And now, as I near 70, it’s time to reinvent myself, again. Am I retired? Not quite. I have one last history book coming out in June — another hill I’d have struggled to climb without the help of two co-authors, my sister Margaret Talbot and my brother-in-law Arthur Allen. By the Light of Burning Dreams should have been a casualty of my stroke — a bolt that struck my head just as I was about to start writing. Instead it will soon be published — a final statement on my activist generation and how we tried to move history forward.
Changing America — this beautiful, this monstrous beast of a country. For most of my life, it was something I thought we could actually accomplish — and we did, in ways major and minor we did. But we radicals never took power. Some will read our book and conclude it’s a good thing we didn’t. Perhaps, in some cases, we weren’t ready to lead. But we were never allowed the chance — even our best and brightest, like the Kennedys, Martin Luther King Jr., Bobby Seale, Bella Abzug, Tom Hayden, Fred Hampton, Shirley Chisholm. They never allowed these brave, visionary men and women to get close to the pinnacle of power. (Or when they briefly did, they violently removed them.)
Now we have a president who doesn’t just imitate our rhetoric. He actually seems to be trying to put our ideas (some of them) into action. (I would love to talk again with Tom, to hear the reaction of the Port Huron Statement author to President Biden’s Congressional address.) And so maybe, in our graying dotage, the beast is shuffling slowly in the right direction again.
What do I wish for my sons and their anxious generation? A sense of the euphoria we once felt, long ago, when we thought we could bend the U.S. Empire to our will. Failing that, I wish them the serenity I feel every day when I walk upon my hill. The spring flowers are blooming, the coyotes are running free. We’re alive in the world. And we can still imagine a better world.
Biden’s New Deal
In his State of the Union speech (I know — we’re not supposed to call it that, but whatever), President Joe Biden not only sought to bury the sneering chimera of Trump. but also the charming ghoulishness of Reagan. “Trickle down economics has never worked.” Biden declared. “It’s time to grow the economy from the ground and middle up.” It was the most unabashedly populist presidential address to Congress since FDR, and the long list of left-wing goals that he ticked off had Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren jumping to their feet, along with other members of the Capitol Hill progressive caucus. Biden spoke softly for the most part, but his speech had the chamber rocking, even though his audience was Covid-limited to 200 legislators and dignitaries.
Can President Biden and his Democratic vanguard push through his ambitious agenda while he still holds a (slim) advantage in Congress? He certainly seems to have the mojo — and the public opinion polls — to do it. And the Republican opposition seems weirdly distracted and divided, still haunted by that ghost of Trump.
So go, Joe, go — you have nothing to lose but the chains of the past, with all those failed presidencies and American carnage (yes, that’s what it is — but Trump only made it worse). Maybe it’s his advanced age; maybe it’s his Irish Catholic soul; maybe it’s all the personal loss he’s suffered; maybe it’s the bitter lessons of the Obama years. But whatever it is, Old Joe seems like the great progressive hope these days. Whether America is really the great nation and the American people the grand visionaries he keeps calling us is a very different question. But we’ll soon find out whether democracy or autocracy — the great battle that Biden illuminated in his speech — will triumph.
Our Joe Manchin Problem: Time to Play Hardball
Let’s put aside for now that little West Virginia has no business in a democracy having the same number of senators as New York or Texas or California. Let’s just focus on Joe Manchin, the nominally Democratic senator from that small state who not only ardently defends the undemocratic nature of the Senate, but has become the key factor in President Joe Biden’s ambitious plans to revitalize America. .. or not. After much hemming and hawing, Manchin went along with Biden’s big pandemic relief bill — why he kept the nation in suspense when his own suffering state desperately needed the cash infusion is a question still worth pursuing. But now Manchin is doubling down on his role as Senate decider-in-chief, proclaiming he prefers the much smaller Republican infrastructure bill to Biden’s massive renewal plan, which incorporates climate retooling, job retraining and social justice reforms. Manchin also has made clear that he loves the filibuster — the Senate device also beloved by Mitch McConnell and all legislative defenders of elite interests.
So Joe Manchin, as a key Senate vote, is a problem. A big problem if America is to truly enter the 21st Century. And here’s what the Biden administration needs to do. Get rough. I don’t mean the kindly, old president himself — his poll numbers are sky high, in part because of his ambitious program but also because he is seen as a genial uniter. But Biden needs a pit bull. JFK had his brother, the “ruthless” Bobby Kennedy. LBJ was a pit bull himself. Clinton had Carville — and Hillary. Obama had Rahm Emanuel — for awhile. After Emanuel left the White House, Obama couldn’t even strong-arm aging Ruth Bader Ginsburg off the Supreme Court bench when the Democrats still controlled the Senate.
Now Biden needs some muscle. And Ron Klain doesn’t cut it. Biden’s chief of staff is too nice of a guy. Biden needs someone to play hardball with Joe Manchin. He needs someone who can sit down with the senator from little West Virginia and explain to him the facts of life.
OK, senator, what do you want? What does your state need? The Biden team can do this the easy way — or the hard way. If Manchin needs a little tougher approach, you can always escalate. I hear you had a little problem with your taxes…. or that young girl in Charleston… if you’re in a jam, maybe we can help you.
That’s called politics. It’s never been pretty, but that’s the way it’s played. The Democrats too often forget the basics of the game. But it’s time to relearn.
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How to Inject Some Life Into the Oscars
Yes, god help me, I’ll be watching the Oscars show on Sunday evening. I’ve watched every year since I was a kid — it was a family ritual in my Hollywood home. And, like millions of other movie fans, I’ve become increasingly disenchanted with the annual spectacle as the years have gone by. (Academy Awards viewership has plummeted in recent years.) There were no screen masterpieces released in 2020 to propel an audience spike — no Godfather or Do the Right Thing or Lawrence of Arabia or On the Waterfront. I saw most of this year’s nominated films — and other than the execrable The Trial of the Chicago Seven (memo to Aaron Sorkin: there were EIGHT defendants — you left out the Black guy in your title) and the dull-as-dishwater Mank, the other films were all uniformly fine. They all had the same somber and sensitive tone, which I suppose was appropriate for movies made during the last gasp of Trump and released during a plague year.
So if the movies themselves can’t juice up the Oscars ceremony on Sunday, the show’s producers will have to rely on reimagining the festivities. Supposedly that’s what they’re going to do — but I doubt they actually will. What do I think would make the Academy Awards compelling again? I’m glad you asked (because the producers didn’t).
Here’s my short list of new rules that would breathe some life into what has sadly become a flat and formulaic event. The first one is for Oscar victors, the rest are for the Academy and the show’s producers:
Make victory speeches snappier! If you’re not planning on a wardrobe malfunction or a drunken rant, then please deliver a short, lively speech if you’re lucky enough to win a gold statuette. No one wants to hear your laundry list of agents, producers, therapists, dog groomers etc. Thank four and no more. I used to think political statements livened up the proceedings, but now they sound like they’ve been scripted by talent managers. (Mark Ruffalo’s recent long-winded sermons were the last straw for me.) Say something witty about the movie you worked on (politics is allowed if the film was actually political — but keep it succinct). If you need guidance, watch video of Brits accepting awards — like the short, smart speeches by Daniel Day-Lewis (NOT the sloppy ones by Olivia Coleman).
Don’t show the trailers from nominated movies — show actual scenes from the films, as was done in the old pre-marketing days.
Show more cinema magic, like filmed tributes to legendary stars and directors and composers.
Cast your hosts. You’re Hollywood — you should know how to pick your leading players for the evening. They should be amusing and sophisticated. (I realize you don’t have a lot to pick from these days, but try).
Throw your net wider for nominations. I know, I know — you’re all about diversity these days. But why did even the “Black movies” have the same conventional feeling as the rest of the Oscar pack? Yes, Judas and the Black Messiah dug deeper into America’s dark 1960s history than The Trial of the Chicago Seven. But Daniel Kaluuya was a weak choice for the charismatic Fred Hampton. (I mean I love my Brits, but we can’t cast them in every American role.)
A final (personal) squawk — Composer Emil Mosseri should have been nominated last year for his glorious score for The Last Black Man in San Francisco. His nomination for this year’s Minari felt like a belated consolation prize, which the Academy does too often. In fact, this is the kind of “little” film that too often get overlooked by the Oscars. (And yes, The Last Black Man was directed by my son Joe Talbot— but I’m still being objective.)
Time to Turn Up the Heat on Climate Criminals
President Joe Biden’s vow to slash global-warming pollution by at least half by the end of the decade is very encouraging – especially after four years of Trumpian climate denial. But watching the Greta Thunberg special on PBS last night was a grim reminder of how daunting a task the world now faces, as glaciers melt, sea levels rise to flood levels, the oceans grow more acidic, forests and entire towns are torched by wildfires, freak storms devastate major cities, and on and on. Even the American Petroleum Institute and the U.S. Chamber of Commerce – two defiant bulwarks of climate denial – had to duly applaud Biden’s climate battle cry yesterday at a global Zoom summit.
But there are still major obstacles to Biden’s transformative plan to save the planet. And, as usual with anything good and essential, the opposition begins with Mitch McConnell and his Republican Senate cabal. McConnell has already denounced Biden’s sweeping climate plan, charging that it amounts to surrender to China, which “shamelessly” keeps spewing greenhouse gas emissions. Put aside the fact that China’s leaders have also vowed to phase out coal burning and other major sources of global warming. McConnell denouncing China is rich. His wife, Trump Transportation Secretary Elaine Chao, is practically a Politburo member of the Chinese Communist Party, along with other members of her family, whose wealth comes from a shipping giant with close ties to the Chinese dictatorship. McConnell and Chao are among those who should be investigated for collusion with Beijing as well as climate obstructionism.
And speaking of climate criminals, it’s also time to prosecute Michael Wirth, the CEO of Chevron Corp., the second largest oil corporation in the U.S. and a former Trump supporter and major climate denier. Wirth’s Chevron is compounding its global crimes by leading a major lobbying effort in Washington to block sanctions against the military thugs who took over Myanmar in a bloody coup. The vicious Myanmar junta is propped up by millions of dollars in taxes and fees paid by Chevron, which pumps oil out of a large field in that benighted country. In the first three months of this year, Chevron has paid over $2 million for a lobby campaign on behalf of Myanmar’s bloody dictators, who have killed more than 700 men, women and children so far as they try to consolidate their power. Secretary of State Antony Blinken has urged U.S. corporations to stop colluding with Myanmar’s corrupt military, but Chevron has rebuffed all human rights appeals.
Wirth is the same California-based CEO who last year bemoaned the state’s utility blackouts and yearned for the economic stability of Texas. In his speech before a Houston business group, Wirth failed to mention Chevron’s own responsibility for the climate-driven wildfires that have devastated California. And, of course, not long after Wirth sang the praises of Texas, Houston itself was reduced to Third World status by a freak winter storm.
It’s time to criminalize men like Mitch McConnell and Michael Wirth. Either they go, or the planet does.