Letter From Home 7/6/10

Over the past ten days I have been dealing with, and reacting to a very hurtful event that took place in my family.  It is not the sort of thing one hears happening with any regularity.  For that we can all be grateful.  The details of the event will be made clear below.  While I write on a wide variety of topics on this blog I have allotted “Letter From Home” as a more personal space to reflect on matters that hit close to home.  As such I am going to use this space to post the complete letter that I sent last week to one side of my family over a most unsettling recent event.  Should it be read all the way through it will leave you wondering where good manners and moral guidance might have been placed by some who claim to have so much of each.

The reason I post this letter is to show the lengths and depths that bigotry and hate can take people.  We often allow for a lot in our society to go unchecked and without comment.  Often in families we are expected to let  the slights and slurs slip off our backs.   There comes a time when bigotry needs to be met head on and called for what it is.  I am under no illusions that the older generation on this side of the family will find the letter theatrical, and even act flippant after receiving it. That speaks volumes about them.   But I also know this letter was a teaching moment and found one young person in the family receptive to it.  In the end, as I have always stated, it comes down to one person at a time making a difference.  It is for that larger good that I share a personal part of my life here.

Finally, though I was off my stride for a few days I am back in the game of living life.  There is just no way I am going to allow the dark side of others to take more of my time.  I choose to have good days.


It is not yet time for an annual Holiday letter, but reason has come up that makes an off-season note important enough to be sent.

Over the past few days, several of you have inquired as to the reason why James and I were not in attendance at the 90th birthday party for my father, Royce, which was held in Coloma on June 21, 2010.  The first phone call to ask me why I was not at the party was also the first time I had heard that such a party had been held.  Imagine my feelings at that moment.  I am one of the three children of Royce and Geneva.  And yet, I was not invited and therefore could not have known to attend this milestone celebration.  Most never attain such a fine old age; I will never be able to attend another party like this one for dad, just by the very nature of life.  I hope knowing this makes it pretty easy to understand why this letter is coming your way at this time. 

It is hurtful enough to treat James and me shabbily.  I have gotten used to that, but that is not the issue.  Instead the issue here is that not only were we not told that a party was to take place in dad’s honor, but that Florence  (my father’s sister) decided blatantly to exclude us, and let it be assumed, by our absence, that James and I were either not interested in attending, or too busy with ‘our lives in Madison’ to attend the party.  It should be noted that we’ve not missed a single reunion in the past ten years.  She didn’t even have the courage to tell all of you that she did not invite us, that our absence was perfectly planned well in advance.  Can you imagine how it must hurt to be excluded from something like that, when forty or more of you were asked to be there?

What’s more is that since there was still snow on the ground, we along with some mom’s family, have been making plans to honor my father’s birthday.  Everyone, on both sides of the family, was given the opportunity to participate in our plans.  In April, we sent a mailing about a party to be held during that family reunion.  Those of you now reading this letter were invited to participate in that event with a written story, photos or anything else you wished to contribute.  We excluded NO ONE from the mailing.  In the end, each family member had a letter encouraging him or her to help celebrate my father’s 90th birthday.  Several of you have participated, as well as others from folks around Hancock who have known my dad for decades, to Governor Doyle and to President Obama.  Several took the time to respond to our call.  In short, when everyone is included good things result.

I have understood the family dynamics since my mother passed away three years ago.  Those acts were meant to be hurtful just to us.  The lack of an invitation from Florence to the event on June 21st, was more than injurious, not only to us, but also to you.  (One has to ask, too, how one of my siblings didn’t protest more vehemently at the intentional slight or just do what was right?   Why didn’t one of them override the ugly decision not to invite us by giving a call and letting us know of the party just the same?)  Sad would my mother, and all those others we have loved and who have gone on before her, have been this past week to look down from their lofty reward to witness these darkened acts filled with hatefulness and bigotry.

When confronted with issues, such as the ones mentioned above, I find talking about it very helpful.  I have had many a close friend listen in confidence over the past few days.  When I talked to a lay minister who lives down our street about the situation that unfolded he listened, and termed what happened “Christ-less”.  He continued, “Those who were hoping to make a memorable moment for the one celebrating a 90th birthday could not also at the same time construct a divisive move without it casting a shadow.  Instead of looking to the horizon (the larger good) they were distracted by weaknesses (and Satan) on either side.”  Was the exclusion of James and me aimed to lift our family toward a shared memory?  Or was it just one more very ugly attempt to let me know where I stand?  It is obvious to all what was done, and why.

All of this leads me to my final thought.

This past Friday night a family of six arrived for what is becoming an annual visit from Missouri.  We ate pizza on the picnic table surrounded by torches in the dark as we looked out on the moon-lit Lake Monona.  When I needed to go inside for plates and utensils for dessert, the 14-year old Philip jumped up and asked if I needed help.  Indeed, more hands were required.  In the kitchen, he looked around and said how much he still recalled the talk and laughter that we all had shared around that table the previous summer.  “You guys make us feel like we see you every day; you make us feel like we’re a part of your family.”  We included them in our home and our lives, even if but for the short time they were in our city.  As I think about Philip and what he said, I know James and I will keep living life as we have been for the past ten years together, a full decade as of May 24th.  We will be keeping our eyes on the horizon and continuing to be generous of spirit. 




Justice Department Sues Arizona Over Immigration Law

From the first day that the Arizona immigration bill was signed into law there was no doubt that it would face legal pitfalls.  The fact is that no matter how the law is viewed or spun it is unconstitutional.  The fact that Governor Brewer and other elected officials were so gleeful to sidestep the constitutional issues are truly alarming.  Why average citizens who are only too happy to quote the constitution when speaking about health care are not able to see the dangers in the Arizona law remains a mystery.  As such there was no path that the federal government could take than to challenge the immigration law in court.  That has now officially taken place.  The next step will be for a judge to not allow the law to go into effect later this month.  I predict that will happen, and happen soon.

The Justice Department weighed in on one of the most explosive issues in American politics Tuesday, filing a lawsuit to overturn a tough new Arizona immigration law that has sharply divided people along partisan, ideological and ethnic lines.

It also asked the federal courts to grant an injunction to stop enforcement of the measure before it takes effect late this month.

On April 29th I wrote the following.

Under our constitution, Article One clearly makes citizenship and naturalization a congressional matter. There is no debate about this matter.  NONE.    Furthermore there is no ambiguity in the placement of matters of citizenship and immigration policy in Article One making this a federal matter.  There just is no room to argue the matter.  In addition, the federal nature of immigration matters is dealt with in the Fourteenth Amendment, which means that no state can retract privileges and immunities, or rights that are dealt with under the federal government.  The Fourteenth Amendment federalizes these matters, and again there is no argument to be made by the other side.

Today the Justice Department lawyers argued the matter this way.

“In our constitutional system, the power to regulate immigration is exclusively vested in the federal government,” the brief states.

“The immigration framework set forth by Congress and administered by federal agencies reflects a careful and considered balance of national law enforcement, foreign relations, and humanitarian concerns — concerns that belong to the nation as a whole, not a single state.”

“The Constitution and federal law do not permit the development of a patchwork of state and local immigration policies throughout the country. Although a state may adopt regulations that have an indirect or incidental effect on aliens, a state may not establish its own immigration policy or enforce state laws in a manner that interferes with federal immigration law. The State of Arizona has crossed this constitutional line.”

The brief contends that the Arizona law “disrupts federal enforcement priorities and resources that focus on aliens who pose a threat to national security or public safety. … If allowed to go into effect, [its] mandatory enforcement scheme will conflict with and undermine the federal government’s careful balance of immigration enforcement priorities and objectives.”

Gangs And Violence Are Winning In Chicago

I have an almost visceral reaction when the dregs of society try to trump good.  I wince when the lowest common denominators try to rule the day.  So it should come as no surprise that while following the news from Chicago this holiday weekend I found a huge story to disagree with concerning the fireworks show.  Having seen one of their magnificent displays in the past I know what a super time can take place at Navy Pier.  There is not a soul left unstirred after the last BOOM has reverberated, and the last ember flickers out over Lake Michigan. 

But not this year.

Given the heavy number of violent acts and shootings (several weekends ago over 50 shootings were reported) in Chicago there was a decision made to split the one super fireworks show up into three events.  There was however the understanding, pushed by the PR team at Mayor Daley’s office, that all three would be just as fun as the one huge eye-popping Navy Pier experience.  With a spin machine like that one wonders if citizens will not be offered the chance to buy the Harrison Street Bridge in the Windy City.

Though the three separate fireworks idea was spun as the long-held desire of Mayor Daley, in actuality it was all about safety.  Had Daley really wanted this wonderful three bang performance he had the power to implement it for many years.  The fact he did not speaks to the lack of control the police thought would result with a million people downtown, summer heat, and ramped up violence.

I understand the role of the city is to ensure safety and curtail potential minefields like that which Chicago now finds itself with gangs and violence.  But I also know that when society starts the slippery slope of adapting for the dregs there is also something that is lost.  In this case the general public and the vendors at Taste of Chicago, which was held at Navy Pier, were the ones left short-of-the runway.  By using their thuggish looks and deadly violence the gangs were able to sway policy.  No society should allow the tail to wag the dog.  In the case of these gangs it is the ass wagging the dog.

I would not follow the news from Chicago, or care, if  I did not truly know that the city is magnificent.  Over the years I have spent long weekends in Chicago and explored portions of it on foot.  One such Saturday James and I trekked 11 miles, and it remains one fantastic memory.  I have long loved the energy, history, and splash that the city provides.  As such I am alarmed and angry that police are unable to stem the violence and catch more gang-bangers.  I am disheartened that the thugs are now crafting city policies just by being the sickest elements of society, and having others react to them.

It would seem to me that the city is at a real turning point, and needs to make some profound moves to regain control of those who wish to undermine it.  There must be about a million citizens who saw a shorter and less brilliant fireworks show this weekend that would agree with me.