State of Alarm

“As Maine goes, so goes the nation.”

With 1.4 million people, Maine ranks 42nd of the 50 states. It is the least densely populated state east of the Mississippi River and the most rural state in the country. Its lighthouse in West Quoddy Head – despite its name* – is the easternmost point in the United States. It is closer to both Africa and Europe than any other place in America.

Politically, Maine has a fascinating history. It joined the Union in 1820 as part of the Missouri Compromise. For 23 of the next the 29 election cycles, the governor, who is elected in September, came from the same party as the president, elected two months later. Hence the maxim: “As Maine goes, so goes the nation.” That ended in 1936, when Maine and Vermont were the only states to support Republican Alf Landon in Franklin Roosevelt’s landslide, which prompted FDR’s campaign manager to quip, “As Maine goes, so goes Vermont."

Currently, of Maine’s two senators, one, Susan Collins, is a Republican with a reputation as a moderate. And while she supports her party the vast majority of the time, she votes against Trump more than any other Republican. The other senator, Angus King, is an Independent who caucuses with the Democrats. A moderate on most matters, he has worked painstakingly to bring members of the two parties together. Because he believes that a major source of dysfunction in Washington is that Democrats and Republicans no longer know each other, he regularly invites members of both parties to share pizza at his apartment.

While Maine’s two House members are Democrats, they have little else in common. Chellie Pingree, who represents the city of Portland and the surrounding area, has a consistently progressive voting record. Jared Golden, who represents the other four-fifths of the state, is probably the most conservative Democrat in the House. Only two Democrats are more likely to vote with Trump than Golden. (The most likely – I kid you not – is Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.)

Golden treads a delicate line. Although only 42 years old, he is serving his fourth term representing a district that has three times voted heavily for Trump. The former marine is an old-fashioned “labor and lunch pail” Democrat who carries a gun. He was one of five House Democrats to vote against the assault weapons ban in 2022.# After the mass shootings in Lewiston in October 2023 left 18 people dead and 13 wounded, Golden reversed himself, saying, “To the people of Lewiston, my constituents throughout the 2nd District, to the families who lost loved ones, and to those who have been harmed, I ask for forgiveness and support as I seek to put an end to these terrible shootings.” Those words very nearly cost him re-election.

Governor Janet Mills, a Democrat, is liberal on many issues, notably woman’s rights, less so on the environment and guns. Earlier this year, following a viral exchange over transgender athletes, she incurred the wrath of Donald Trump. He has since withheld millions of dollars in federal funds already approved for Maine’s schools, colleges, and health systems.

So there it is. Five very different officeholders in a small, rural state, with one thing in common: they all oppose the legislation Trump signed into law on July 4th. “The President may call it the ‘Big Beautiful Bill,’” wrote Gov. Mills, “but there’s nothing beautiful about it.”

“I've been in this business of public policy now for 20 years, eight years as governor, 12 years in the United States Senate,” said King. “I have never seen a bill that is this irresponsible, regressive, and downright cruel.” After JD Vance had cast the tiebreaking vote, King could be heard excoriating his Republican colleagues, something the collegial senator has never been known to do.

In 2018, I asked King about the consequences of Trump’s presidency. He told me that things were bad, but he did not believe the republic was in danger. He has clearly changed his mind. On April 29th, he told the Senate: “This President is engaged in the most direct assault on the Constitution in our history, and we in this body, at least thus far, are inert – and therefore complicit.”

This bill should make clear to everyone the danger this administration poses to the future of the nation. They are no longer making any attempt to hide it. Even the name, “Big Beautiful Bill,” is intentionally in your face. That Maine’s five leaders, from across a broad political spectrum, all opposed the bill is a sign of hope. That they fell short of stopping it should be a siren call for us all.

It’s time for Maine to once again become a bellwether, not just for Vermont, but for America. It’s time to revive the maxim, “As Maine goes, so goes the nation.” Above all, it’s time to take seriously the alarm sounded by these five disparate political leaders.

* East Quoddy is across the bay in Nova Scotia.

# Reflecting Maine’s electorate, Collins, King, and Mills are also generally pro-gun.

The “I” Word

“I may do it. I may not do it. Nobody knows what I’m going to do.”

Donald Trump, when asked about bombing Iran, June 18, 2025.

While Bobby Kennedy’s people at Health and Human Services were making a series of confusing and contradictory decisions about vaccine research, I got Covid. I didn’t take it personally; I’m sure the timing was coincidental. Covid ain’t what it used to be, but it’s not much fun. Apart from an endless cough, my main symptoms were fatigue and depression, both of which are still hanging around long after the virus itself has gone.

Depressed is not what I want to feel in these times as I watch Donald Trump dismantling the institutions of this country, not one by one, but all at once. As someone who came of age in the turbulent 1960s, I have not always been sympathetic to the role institutions play in the life and health of the nation. Not all institutions are good, and none is perfect. Slavery, for example, was America’s “peculiar institution,” one that threatened both the existence and the soul of the nation. And I spent three years in the army at a time when National Guard troops fired into student protesters at Kent State, killing four and wounding nine.

But institutions, I have learned, are the glue that holds the country together. The most basic are the three branches of government as set forth in the Constitution, three separate branches that are meant to check each other even as they work together as single whole. This secular trinity is a difficult concept to wrap your brain around, and yet, except for the Civil War, it has held us together through some very tough times.

Our constitutional form of government grew out of the Enlightenment, which had taken firm hold in Europe and America by the mid-18th century. The Enlightenment elevated reason over passion, which is the other great foundation stone of our republic. From those two pillars – the separation of powers and the primacy of reason – grew a state marked by representative government and based on the rule of law, in which both individual rights and religious liberty were protected.

These ideas stood in contrast to the absolute monarchies and religious intolerance that had previously dominated much of the world; and from them have flowed the institutions on which this country has relied for the last two-and-a-half centuries – including a free press, academic freedom, an independent judiciary, and a non-politicized military. Their purpose has been to serve as a check on demagoguery and to protect the rights of those in the minority and others who are out of favor.

The alternative, as our founding fathers warned, is a kind of mob rule in which tyrants recast the institutions that brought them to power into instruments of their own will. They seek to replace “we” with “I”.  See, for example, January 6, 2021.

That is what is dismaying about this weekend’s bombing of Iran’s nuclear facilities. I have no more idea than anyone else what the ultimate outcome will be; and it is fine to say, as some have, that this is Donald Trump’s war. But it isn’t. It’s being waged in the name of our country, which is why the Constitution unequivocally gives to Congress the power to declare war.

“L’etat c’est moi” (“I am the state”), Louis XIV, king of France, is alleged to have said in the 17th century. One hundred years later, the Constitution of the United States began with the words, “We the People.”

That epic change is simple to describe: There is no I in We the People.

Note: I plan to be on a reduced schedule this summer, as our house will be filled with the laughter and tears of children. They are the reason I still write these posts.

Happiness

“Whoever is happy will make others happy.”

- Anne Frank

The 2025 World Happiness Report is out, in case you missed it – which wouldn’t be surprising, given all the unhappiness, anger, and meanness filling the headlines and social media posts – and nowhere more so than in our own country, where the current spirit of vindictiveness would seem so petty if the stakes weren’t so high. The very idea of happiness seems a luxury reserved for the comfortable, even a frivolity in a society where success is measured in terms of power and wealth, and the corresponding ability to humiliate those beneath you. The way to happiness is to get rich and amass power. And pay no attention to the warnings – from the ancient Greeks to Shakespeare to David Brooks – that such hubris leads to calamity.

In this year’s rankings, Finland once again finished first, with Denmark, Iceland, and Sweden close behind, and Norway, the remaining Scandinavian country, in 7th place. While Europe is overrepresented in the top 20, with 14 countries, Costa Rica (6), Israel (8) and Mexico (10) all cracked the top ten.

By contrast, the United States dropped again to #24, continuing its steady slide that began in 2016. It is the country’s lowest ranking ever. The report cited declining social trust and growing inequality as the key contributors.

At the bottom of the list is Afghanistan. Beset by violence, poverty, and the subjugation of half its population (women), that nation is not only last of the 147 reporting countries (a few were deemed too dangerous to canvas) but is on a steep downward spiral with faint hope of recovery.

This year’s report focused on the impact on human happiness of “caring and sharing.” It turns out that most of us are more pessimistic about the kindness and generosity of others than is the case. That is, we expect people to be meaner and more selfish than they actually are. But it turns out that trust in others is a better indicator of our own happiness than either our income or our employment.

This has far-reaching implications, not only for our personal lives, but for the nation, and even the world. “The happiest countries are also among the most generous,” the report notes. “A positive correlation exists between international aid and happiness, suggesting that countries spreading happiness beyond their borders are not only happier but also more benevolent.” Foreign aid, it turns out, does as much for the giver as the recipient. These subjective experiences, in turn, shape a society’s values and voting behavior more than ideological or political beliefs.

All of which suggests, at least to me, that we are moving catastrophically in the wrong direction. Admittedly, it didn’t take a report from Oxford University’s Wellbeing Research Centre to make me realize that, but it did remind me that virtues like kindness, generosity, and happiness are more than minor considerations on the political stage. They are the glue that holds a society together, and in this country “the decline in happiness and social trust explains a large share in the rise of political polarization.”

One reason for this, I think, is that happiness, unlike power and domination, is not a zero-sum game. You cannot increase your happiness by taking away the happiness of someone else. In fact, you can only increase your happiness by contributing to the well-being of others. That is why communal happiness is essential to democracies and why autocrats hate it.

Start small: Greet your neighbor with a morning smile. Say “hi” to the stranger on the sidewalk. Volunteer for something. Join a local board or committee. When you go out, carry a few bucks of “give-away” money in your pocket. Laugh from deep in your belly. Let’s start a movement. Pass it on.

The simple methodology of the report: “Our global happiness ranking is based on a single question from the Gallup World Poll, derived from the Cantril Self-Anchoring Striving Scale (Cantril Ladder):

“Please imagine a ladder with steps numbered from 0 at the bottom to 10 at the top. The top of the ladder represents the best possible life for you and the bottom of the ladder represents the worst possible life for you. On which step of the ladder would you say you personally feel you stand at this time.”

A Case for Teaching the Liberal Arts

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."

- George Santayana

“I think it’s a great gesture from Qatar. Appreciate it very much. I would never be one to turn down that kind of an offer. I mean, I could be a stupid person and say, 'No, we don't want a free, very expensive airplane.' But it was . . .  I thought it was a great gesture." President Donald J. Trump.

Sharon Hahn Darlin

“Trojans, don't trust this horse.
Whatever it is, I'm afraid of Greeks even those bearing gifts."

Laocoon in Virgil’s Aeneid

Ten Reasons Canada Should Never Become the 51st State

“Never say never.” - Donald Trump

I recently received the following letter from my imaginary Canadian friend.

Cher Ami,

After watching this week’s meeting at the White House between our prime minister and your president, during which they discussed Mr. Trump’s desire to annex Canada, I am sending you a list of ten reasons why Canada should never (“jamais!”) become America’s 51st state. The public meeting was cordial, even jocular, but afterwards, in private, Primary Minister Mark Carney asked President Trump to stop referring to Canada as the 51st U.S. state.

  1. NFS. Most obviously, because the Canadian people don’t want to. As Mr. Carney told Mr. Trump, in the kind of transactional real estate terms he understands, Canada is not for sale. “Having met with the owners of Canada over the course of the campaign,” the newly elected Carney said, “it’s not for sale. Won’t be for sale, ever.”

  2. The Senate Problem. With 40 million people, Canada is slightly more populous than California (39 million). That means we would have more Congresspeople than any of your current 50 states. That’s a lot of power. But we would only have two senators, which is not nearly enough to represent an area the size of your country. Two senators is a non-starter.

  3. Dirty Oil. The oil sands in Alberta are the third-largest proven oil reserve in the world. It is also the world’s dirtiest oil. Fortunately, we export 97 percent of that oil to the United States, which seems to have an infinite appetite for it. We like this arrangement; we don’t want the oil back.

  4. Clean Water. On the other hand, we have the best water. Canada has been called “the Saudi Arabia of fresh water,” although much of it is not currently available for human consumption. That’s fine with us. We have watched you pollute and strangle your rivers and other sources of fresh water, and we don’t want you getting your hands on ours.

  5. Language. We are officially a bilingual nation, and your president has just designated English the official language of the United States. We have enough problems in Quebec; we do not need you taking down our French traffic signs. And by the way, it’s pronounced kay-BEC not KWEE-beck.

  6. Tariffs and Trade Wars. We will have to negotiate around your new tariff obsession because we seem to have no choice, but we have zero interest in getting sucked into your dumb trade wars.

  7. Refugees. From the American Revolution to the Underground Railroad to Vietnam war resistors, Canada has always been a place of refuge for American dissenters. Again today, we see your people turn longing gazes to the north. In March, philosophy professor Jason Stanley became the third tenured faculty member to leave Yale for the University of Toronto, saying, I want “to raise my kids in a country that is not tilting towards a fascist dictatorship.” We are proud of our legacy as a safe haven.

  8. Greenland. It’s just a short hop across Baffin Bay from northern Canada to Greenland, a great staging area for U.S. troops. We don’t think that’s a very good idea. As they used to say in England during World War II, the only problem with the Yanks is that they are “overpaid, oversexed, and over here.” We don’t want them up here.

  9. Monarchy. We already have a septuagenarian king, one who lives 3,000 miles away, speaks in complete sentences, does not constantly need to hog the stage, and cares deeply about the environment and climate change. Why would we trade him for Trump?

  10. Friendship. Why do you Americans think you have to own everything? Can’t we just be neighbors?

You say, “Never say never.” We say, “Jamais veut dire jamais” (“Never means never.”)

Cordialement,
Ton ami

Huck and James

Due to cancellations, we have a couple of openings for course:  A discussion of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and James by Percival Everett.

The first class is May 5th at 6 p.m. Please let me know if you are interested: jamesgblaine2@gmail.com

The course will explore the two novels in four sessions.
Dates: May 5, 12, 19, 26 @ 6 p.m.
Each session will meet once a week on Zoom and last 45 minutes.
Class size: minimum of 8, maximum of 12.
Format: discussion group.
Cost: $75
Readings: the two books
Prerequisites: none

Class 1: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
What did you think of the book? What did you like/not like about it? The novel was published in 1885 about events taking place 20 years earlier. How does it stand up 140 years later? Think yourself back in time and compare what your reactions would have been then and now. Why do you think this has been the most banned book in America from its publication to the present?

Class 2: James
What did you think of the book? What did you like/not like about it? What’s the significance of the title? In what ways does Everett’s story follow and/or diverge from Twain’s story? In what ways did this book really stretch your mind?

Class 3: Jim and James, Huck and Tom
What role does each of these characters play in the books? Are James and Jim the same person? What unites them? What differentiates them? How does Jim’s role evolve? Is Huck the same person in both books? How does his role evolve from Twain’s book to Everett’s

Class 4: From the Mississippi to America
How do these two novels, taken together, affect your thinking about America, past and present?

Payment: You can pay by: sending a check to me (James G. Blaine, PO Box, 1027, Northeast Harbor, ME 04662) or Venmo or Zelle. I can also include a Stripe option if that works better for you.

Sea Dance

“Wait for me while I go to preach to my sisters the birds.”

- Francis of Assisi

On Easter morning the wind blew out of the northwest across a clear blue sky, making the sunlight dance on the waves of the choppy sea like tiny sparkles of light, always moving yet somehow unchanging, especially out toward the horizon, which, as the prayer tells us, is “nothing save the limit of our sight.” I sat by the shore, transfixed by this joyful dance, at once buffeted by the gusts of wind and warmed by the sun. On this morning, whatever your faith, comes the promise of spring and the hope for rebirth.

Two days later we celebrate the 55th Earth Day. Inspired by the leadership of Sen. Gaylor Nelson of Wisconsin and launched on April 22, 1970, the event began as a protest against environmental destruction and the pollution of the earth, its air and its water. Public concern about these issues had been growing through the 1960s, starting with the publication of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring in 1962, and reaching a kind of crescendo in the summer of 1969 when an oil slick caught fire on Cleveland’s Cuyahoga River. This had happened dozens of times before and until then had been considered little more than the cost of industrial progress. But this time was different, and the burning river became a visceral image of environmental destruction and an apt symbol for the first Earth Day.

Coming in the wake of the huge movements to end racism and the Vietnam war that had characterized the 1960s, Earth Day began as a day of protest. It was about stopping things – the poisoning of our land and air, the pollution of our waters, the destruction of wetlands, the threats to endangered species, overpopulation. It was built consciously on the earlier movements, and it quickly became an effective political platform. A year later, it inspired Walt Kelly’s most famous cartoon.

To me, though, Earth Day is a time for celebration as much as protest, for joy as much as anger. Yes, we need to be angry as we watch the full-scale assault – not only on 55 years of environmental protections – but on the environment itself. But let this day, at least, be one of wonder more than rage. We have inherited something beautiful, and despite our best efforts, it will be beautiful long after we are gone. The earth does not need us; in fact, it may well be better off without us. But we need the earth. Its beauty cannot be monetized; its true value has nothing to do with what we can extract from it.

Ridding ourselves of anger does not mean giving up on action. There is a line, not necessarily  straight, but certainly clear, that runs from Francis of Assisi to Henry Thoreau to Mahatma Gandhi to Martin Luther King, Jr. It ties people together instead of driving them apart. It sees humans as part of the natural world, not its overlords. It has long fascinated me that the most important outside supporter of Earth Day was not Friends of the Earth but the United Autoworkers. “Without the UAW,” said Denis Hayes, the event’s national coordinator, “the first Earth Day would have likely flopped.” The auto companies’ management, on the other hand, was already working hard to kill the Clean Air Act.

There is far too much anger in the world and not nearly enough beauty. Our anger should not define our Earth Day protests. Care deeply. Act positively. Speak calmly. For remember, when Saint Francis preached to the birds, not one of them flew away.

Standing Up

My home state and my alma mater are much in the news these days. I am proud of them both.

Last Friday, Maine said no. In the face of increasingly bellicose demands by the Trump administration, the state will not ban transgender girls from high school sports. In the eight weeks since Governor Janet Mills and President Donald Trump had words on the subject at a White House event, the Department of Education has moved to end all federal funding to K-12 schools and referred the case to the Department of Justice; the Department of Agriculture has paused funding and is reviewing all research and education programs going back to the Biden administration; and the Department of Health and Human Services has referred its case to the Department of Justice. Yesterday, the Justice Department filed suit against Maine. That’s a lot of firepower. The state has 45,000 student athletes, of which two identify as transgender. There are twice as many cabinet-level departments coming after them.

Mills’ decision was not an easy one. Federal funding underwrites 10% of Maine’s education budget. In the minds of many Mainers, the state is sacrificing millions of dollars for an unpopular policy that benefits an infinitesimal number of people. With the economy reeling from tariff whiplash, the withholding of these funds will bring a lot of pain.

But let’s not fool ourselves. This isn’t about high school athletics. It’s about singling out a vulnerable group and marginalizing its members in the pursuit of power. We have seen it again and again in the last few months. And it will not end here.

That’s what Harvard discovered on Monday. In response to its initial appeasement efforts, the government sent a five-page letter demanding that Harvard essentially cede control over major components of the university and its programs. Then, and only then, would the government consider restoring some of the $9 billion in federal grants it has withheld. If you think Harvard can be arrogant, you should read this letter. Although money is a huge driver for Harvard, the university finally and firmly said no. The Trump administration immediately froze $2 billion in funding, and President Trump personally threatened Harvard’s tax status. This is the road to totalitarianism

So, what are some takeaways from all this?

  • Are Maine and Harvard the beginning of a trend among states and universities to refuse to capitulate to big government demands? Or will they be outliers of a movement that fizzles?

  • More hopefully, this unseemly process has forced both Maine and Harvard to come to terms with the difficult relationship between principles and money. Money matters, and a lot of it is at stake here. But as we are already seeing with other universities, corporations, and law firms, it’s a Faustian bargain to sell your soul.

  • Whose money is it anyway? The Department of Education’s? The president’s? Or the people’s?

  • Yes, there’s waste in government, as we are witnessing right now; but the funds distributed to such entities as Maine and Harvard are not gifts bestowed by some capricious potentate. They are investments in our country and its future.

  • In a democracy, it is not the prerogative of the executive branch to overrule existing state laws or to dictate what its citizens can read or think.

  • To all my friends who rail against the excesses of big government, what we are watching now, in real time, is the most massive executive overreach since we declared independence from George III in 1776.

  • It’s easy to stand up for things that are popular. It’s essential to stand up for those that are not.

The New Epithet

“’When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in a rather scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean – neither more nor less.’”

- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

If students at the United states Naval Academy wish to read Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, he or she (but not they) will need to sneak it onto campus in a plain brown bag. For Angelou’s autobiography was one of 381 books ordered removed from the Nimitz Library last week by Pete Hegseth, the Secretary of Defense. The collective sin of these books is that they promote discuss the satanic trinity of diversity, equity and inclusion, more familiarly known as DEI.

You can almost taste the disdain with which members of the Trump administration spit out these letters, as if they can’t get rid of them fast enough lest they contaminate their morals. And then they leave them hanging in the air, like a virus spreading infection. DEI. The quintessence of woke.

As I write this, those three letters are spreading fear and misery through many of America’s most powerful and once-respected institutions. Because of them, the government is clawing back hundreds of millions of dollars from some of the nation’s most storied universities. Columbia stands to lose $400 million, Brown $510 million, Harvard $9 billion. Public libraries are being targeted and books removed. And on Thursday, the federal Department of Education gave every K-12 school district in the country 10 days to certify the elimination of all DEI practices – even as the department is under orders to dismantle itself because this administration believes that public education should be a matter for the states.

Let’s think about all this for a minute. With all the problems facing the world, the entire government now seems focused on three words:

  1. Diversity. “The practice or quality of including or involving people from a range of different social ad ethnic backgrounds and of different genders, sexual orientations, etc.” Diversity is also the foundation of the natural world, of which, we seem so often to forget, we are a part. Without it, we would be dead. Diversity’s nearest synonym is variety, “the spice of life.” Its opposite, in my opinion, is monotony. “Diversity is the one true thing we all have in common,” said Winston Churchill. “Celebrate it every day.”

  2. Equity. The quality of being fair and impartial. “Justice according to natural law or right,” says Merriam-Webster; “freedom from bias or favoritism.” A second meaning is the shareholders’ interest in a company, that is to say, the value of your stocks. Last week, while the feds were obsessively tracking down three words, that value fell through the basement.

  3. Inclusion. The act of including someone or something, of becoming part of a larger group. The opposite of inclusion is exclusion – being shut out or rejected, being shunned and alone. The great symbol of exclusion is a wall.

These three words are so insidious that the federal government now deploys vast computer systems to ferret them out of every cranny of American life – a modern-day Anthony Comstock, the self-styled “weeder in God’s garden,” dedicated to suppressing obscenity wherever it lurks. This is the bureaucratic state run amok; we are now living in Humpty Dumpty’s world. But these people have it backwards. Far from destroying America, these three words are the guides to what we, as a nation, should aspire to be: Diverse. Equitable. Inclusive.

You don’t have to be fluent in Latin to know that the original meaning of DEI is “of god.”

Thuggery

Of course we couldn’t all come here on the Mayflower. . . .But I got here as soon as I could.” - Anton Cermak

On July 25, 1967, U.S. Army tanks rumbled down the burned-out streets of Detroit, Michigan. The tanks were part of a deployment of 4,700 battle-tested federal troops that President Lyndon Johnson had ordered into the city. It was the third day of the largest urban rebellion in the country’s history and had come less than two weeks after a similar uprising in Newark, New Jersey. Altogether, during that “long hot summer of 1967”, more than 150 riots erupted in largely Black neighborhoods in cities across America.

At the time I had just finished college and was awaiting my own orders into the army. What were then called race riots had a long history in this country, but this was different. I had never before seen tanks and heavily armed soldiers in American cities, firing on American citizens and being fired on in return. I was stunned.

Through the years, when I have taught American history courses, I have often shown videos from those riots. I have asked the students to think about what the videos can tell us about our country’s past and present. Such discussions of America’s history of racial strife may no longer be allowed under executive order number I-don’t-even-know-anymore, issued on March 27th and titled “Restoring Truth and Sanity to American History.”

Last week a short video shocked me as much as those newsreels from 58 years ago. It showed the arrest of Rumeysa Ozturk, a Turkish graduate student at Tufts University. She was walking alone on a sidewalk in Somerville, Massachusetts, talking on her cellphone to her mother in Turkey, when an officer from Immigration and Customs Enforcement approached her and blocked her way. You can hear Rumeysa let out a small scream of fear – and you can hear a bystander ask, “Are you kidnapping her?” – as five other ICE officers appear from several directions and surround her. Masked and without visible identification, they take her phone and toss her backpack on the street, then handcuff her and hustle her into to a waiting car. Before the day was over, she would be in a detention facility in southern Louisiana, without access to her family or an attorney.

She has, as yet, been charged with no crime, and her only offense appears to be an op-ed she co-authored in The Tufts Daily newspaper. The article, which was published a year ago, urged Tufts President Sunil Kumar to adopt resolutions passed by the student senate to acknowledge Palestinian genocide in Gaza and divest from companies with ties to Israel. It is an opinion piece, and the four authors voice their strong opinions, nothing more. They call on the university to act, no one else. They do not mention Hamas. Secretary of State Marco Rubio has provided innuendo, but no proof, of her connection to campus unrest beyond the op-ed. Her friends are baffled by the allegations, saying they bear no resemblance to the person they know.

The urban riots of 1967 brought tanks into our nation’s cities and raised questions about the possibility of a police state. Yet, less than six months later, the National Advisory Commission on Civil Disorders, appointed by President Johnson, issued a thorough and sobering report. “This is our basic conclusion: Our nation is moving toward two societies, one black, one white – separate and unequal. . . . What white Americans have never fully understood – but what the Negro can never forget – is that white society is deeply implicated in the ghetto. White institutions created it, white institutions maintain it, and white society condones it.” According to last week’s executive order, such words are now considered subversive.

I don’t know what you would call a country in which masked government agents arrest a young woman, without warning and without charges, and confine her, without due process, to a detention center 1,600 miles away. Nor what you would call a government that whitewashes our nation’s history of racial struggle. I once called it a police state.

The Power to Name

“L’etat, c’est moi.” Louis XIV

The power to name is an awful power.

Early in the Book of Genesis, even before he has created Eve, God gives Adam the power of naming “every beast of the field and every bird of the heavens.” It is an enormous power, one that elevates man above all the other animals and charges him to subdue the earth and all the creatures on it. God gave that power only to Adam, and it not something to be taken lightly. It is in many ways the equivalent of Prometheus stealing fire from the gods and giving it to humankind (and we know what happened to him).

Somehow, Donald Trump has arrogated that power to himself. We saw it on his first day in office, when he signed executive order 14172, which renamed the Gulf of Mexico the Gulf of America. With his signature he changed almost 400 years of map making. Despite its policy against “giving immediate recognition to any arbitrary governmental re-naming,” Google immediately caved in, and the deal was done.

Later that day, Trump signed executive order 14168, with the impressively Orwellian name of “Defending Women From Gender Ideology Extremism and Restoring Biological Truth to the Federal Government.” It asserted that there are only two sexes – a man and a woman – and they are fixed at birth. To define human beings seems an extraordinary assertion of presidential authority, and one I was unable to find in Article II of the U.S. Constitution. Not only does it give enormous power to the federal government, it also denies people their fundamental right to define themselves. It’s a power God didn’t even give to Adam, and it paved the way for executive order 14201 (“Keeping Men Out of Women’s Sports”).

There are many more such instances:

  • Although almost a quarter of Columbia’s students are Jewish, President Trump defined the university as antisemitic and is threatening to withhold $400 million in federal funds.

  • Having for years classified immigrants from Latin America as thugs and criminals, he recently deported three planeloads of Venezuelans without a fig leaf of due process.

  • Accusing South Africa of “government-sponsored race-based discrimination” against whites, he offered Afrikaners expedited refugee status in the U.S.

  • By upending reality and declaring (1) Ukraine the aggressor in its war and (2) President Zelensky a dictator, Trump can now make his own peace with Putin.

And woe to anyone who questions such unprecedented power. The Associated Press’ continued use of the term, Gulf of Mexico, got it banned from covering presidential events. Columbia capitulated and ceded to the Trump administration unprecedented control over university policies. I wrote recently of the torrent of retaliation Gov. Mills brought down on Maine by following current state law rather than submitting to an ex cathedra proclamation from the Oval Office. The president, however, is demanding not just Maine’s compliance, but “a full throated apology from the Governor herself, and a statement that she will never make such an unlawful challenge to the Federal Government again, before this case can be settled.”

And there you have it. Many of these issues are neither simple nor clear cut. The ruling against transgender athletes, for example, is Trump’s most popular policy.  In a democracy, however, we have traditionally debated contentious matters in public forums, from the town meeting to the halls of Congress. But the power to name – to define – bypasses that process and gives extraordinary authority to the namer. President Trump did not ask Governor Mills for her explanation; he demanded her submission. In doing so, he equated the institutional power of the office with the personal power of the man. This is not a good idea. It is also not a good omen.

A Mighty Woman with a Torch

“. . . and her name Mother of Exiles.” Emma Lazarus

Monday was St. Patrick’s Day, named for the patron saint of Ireland and celebrated around the world, especially in cities with large populations of Irish descent.

In the spring that I turned five I was diagnosed with rheumatic fever, which required me to stay in bed from April to October. I had to be carried to the bathroom, and when we visited my grandmother near Cape Cod, I was carted to the beach in a red wagon. When at last the doctor told me I could get out of bed, I excitedly stood up, only to collapse immediately to the floor. I would need to learn to walk again.

My own patron saint through all of this was a young woman named Catherine Maguire, who had recently emigrated from County Longford in the Irish midlands. She was high-spirited, with a ready twinkle and a reddish birthmark over part of her face. She cared for me, played with me, disciplined me, and carried me everywhere for those six months. Later, when I had recovered, she would take my sister and me into New York City for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. Her Aunt Nell had a small railroad flat on Second Avenue, where the elevated trains rattled outside her parlor window, and Robbin and I slept on the couch.

The parade itself was a grand affair, overflowing Fifth Avenue with Hibernian societies and marching bands and politicians from Tammany Hall to Albany, all of them wearing green. It seemed that every New York cop was Irish and Catherine knew them all, so we always had a front row perch.

Even then, in the early 1950s, the Catholic Irish were not fully accepted by the New York establishment. Their ancestors had been coming for well over a century; and after the Great Hunger struck in the mid-1840s, the Irish diaspora exploded. More than two million refugees came to America between 1845 and 1870, swelling the populations of eastern cities, crowding into squalid slums, working 80-hour weeks for a pittance.

"Predictably,” wrote Gregory Couch in The Bonanza King, “the influx provoked a backlash among native-born Americans. Anti-Catholic Yankees regarded the newest wave of desti­tute, starving refugees as 'Saint Patrick's vermin.'"

Gradually, through the rise of their political leaders and the Catholic Church, the newcomers got jobs throughout the city, particularly in the police, fire, and public works departments. By the late 19th century, another great wave of immigrants, primarily from southern and eastern Europe, had taken over the bottom rungs of the economic ladder; the assimilation of the Irish into the American mainstream was under way.

Looking back, it’s hard to imagine their struggles, and yet America remained always a beacon for them. “When the boat sailed into harbor,” Catherine’s younger brother, Hugh, told me years later, “the man next to me said, ‘that’s New York.’

“‘Go on with you now,’ I said. ‘In New York the streets are paved with gold.’”

“When Hugh comes home to visit,” his brother John told me years later in Ireland, “all he can talk about is how much better everything is in America.” By then Hugh had worked his way up managing an A&P in the Bronx and survived a bullet in his stomach while thwarting an attempted robbery.

The Irish were the first large wave of immigrants to come to this country. They came, as did those who followed, because they had few prospects at home. Most didn’t speak English and few could read or write. Labeled gangsters and drunkards, aliens and revolutionaries, their vulnerability and desperation made them ripe for exploitation. Many didn’t survive, but over time those who did worked their way into the fabric of American life. Americans take pride in having given them opportunity, and for many we certainly did. In return they built our country.

When Catherine sailed home to Ireland in 1953, I vowed to find her one day. Twenty years later I walked up the lane in Moyne Cross, County Longford, to the tiny farm on which she and her husband, Pee, were raising their nine children. But that’s a story for another post.

“As Maine goes, so goes the nation.”

"They are still saying, ‘We want men to play in women’s sports’ . . . .So, we’re not going to give them any federal funding, none whatsoever, until they clean that up." Donald Trump after his confrontation with Maine Governor Janet Mills.

It’s been a rough couple of weeks for Maine. It began on February 21st, when Gov. Janet Mills stood up to President Donald Trump at a White House governor’s conference. Before the day was over, the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services had launched an investigation into what it called Maine’s violation of Title IX, the 1972 law that prohibits discrimination on the basis of gender. Four days later, after calling no hearings, holding no interviews, and requesting no data, the department declared Maine in violation of Title IX “for allowing male athletes to compete against female athletes.”

That, it turned out, was just the beginning:

  • HHS handed Maine’s case over to the Department of Justice, suggesting that a legal proceeding could follow.

  • Both the departments of Agriculture and Education have also begun investigations into Maine. The latter needs to act quickly, as recently appointed Secretary Linda McMahon has announced her department’s “momentous final mission:” its elimination.

  • A petition to recall Mills garnered almost 30,000 signatures before someone pointed out that state law does not allow the governor to be recalled.

  • The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration cancelled the University of Maine’s multimillion-dollar Maine Sea Grant. The ocean is a critical component of Maine’s economy, and its university was the only university to lose it funding under this grant. UMaine has worked in partnership with NOAA for the last 54 years. After being contacted by Sen. Susan Collins (R-ME) the Secretary of Commerce (who overseas NOAA) has agreed to renegotiate the terms and conditions of the contract.

  • The Social Security Administration denied new mothers access to a program that allows them to register their newborns from maternity ward. After inquiries from Senators Collins and Angus King (I-ME), the decision, which had only applied to Maine, was reversed.

  • Paul LePage is threatening to come back to Maine. The former governor, who has described himself as “Donald Trump before Donald Trump became popular,” had moved to Florida after leaving office, only to move back to Maine to challenge Mills in 2022. After losing by 13 percentage points, he went back to Florida. It is now being reported that he is considering challenging moderate Democratic Congressman Jared Golden in Maine’s second district, which is a Trump stronghold. While governor, “LePage was criticized for making controversial remarks regarding abortion, the LGBTQ community, racial minorities, immigration, the death penalty, voting rights, gun control, campaign financing, the government and the environment that sparked widespread national criticism, leading to some calling for his impeachment.”

That’s a lot for one small state to unpack. There are some real issues to debate. Maine’s Human Rights Act, for example, protects the rights of trans students, which puts it in direct conflict with Donald Trump’s decree and puts Janet Mills in a corner.

No, the really troublesome matter is the nature of this administration’s retaliations: they are arbitrary and personal, they come at mindboggling speed and from all directions, and there is so much pettiness in the retributions. Even more concerning is that the victims of these rapid-fire orders – trans people, immigrants, refugees – are so often the most vulnerable and the least popular.

As Martin Niemoller wrote almost 80 years ago:

First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me.

Faces

“I became convinced that noncooperation with evil is as much a moral obligation as is cooperation with good.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

What struck me, perhaps above all, at the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington were the faces of the individual people, all kinds of people, young and old, men and women, well off and destitute. When we encounter the Holocaust, we expect to see the unspeakable carnage: the mass deportations at railroad stations; the emaciated bodies in striped pajamas; the corpses stacked in trenches. We do see all those images at the Holocaust Museum, but we also see – really see – the faces of individual people, primarily Jews but also others, before they are disposed of by the cruelest decade in history. We know what will become of these people, but most of them have little idea. What is the young woman with the dark hair and red lips thinking at that moment? What is to be her fate?

Over the arc of history, the speed with which the Holocaust happened is mind-bending. Adolf Hitler was appointed chancellor of Germany on January 30, 1933. Exactly four weeks later, a Dutch communist was accused of setting the German parliament building on fire. Hitler declared a state of emergency and rescinded almost all civil liberties, including the right to assemble and the freedom of the press. In late March, a constitutional amendment enabled the Nazi leadership to pass laws, whether constitutional or not, without the consent of Parliament. In July, the Nazi party became the only legal political party in the country.

The Holocaust was present at the creation of the Third Reich. The German parliament passed the first anti-Jewish laws in April 1933. Just two years later it promulgated the Nuremberg Laws, which restricted citizenship to those of German “or related” blood and prohibited intermarriage between Germans and the now-stateless Jews.

Almost from the beginning, the Nazi government called for a boycott of Jewish businesses, forced out Jewish civil servants, lawyers, and other professionals, and sought to obliterate non-Aryan influences on German life – including the wholesale removal of books from libraries. On May 10, 1933, less than three-and-a-half months after Hitler took power, there was a nationwide book burning, during which books by Jews and other disfavored groups were thrown into huge bonfires before cheering crowds. With dissenters and “non-Aryan” groups – from gypsies to gays and lesbians to the mentally ill to Jehovah’s Witnesses – silenced, imprisoned, emigrated, or dead, dissent disappeared, and most of the old economic, political, and social leadership capitulated. Even the Nazi party itself lost its independence. “People often say, okay, the Fuhrer, that's one thing. But the party, that's another matter,” Hitler declared. “No gentlemen. The Fuhrer is the party and the party is the Fuhrer.”

On the way out of the museum I stopped briefly at a new exhibit: Burma’s Path to Genocide, which “explores how the Rohingya, a Muslim minority, went from citizens to outsiders – and became targets of a sustained campaign of genocide.” It began in 2017.

Here again, I cannot shake the contrast between the mass murders and the individual victims, between the efficient killers and the innocent dead. And that, I think, is the point. The first step is always to dehumanize the vulnerable group and thereby rob its people of their individuality. They become other, less than human, scum.

We hear much these days about the evils of individualism, of how its focus on the needs of the self turns into a selfishness that conflicts with the needs of the community. And yet, it is often only the individual who, at great personal risk, can stand up to the crowd. When in doubt, my father used to tell me, say no.

And as the Holocaust Memorial Museum makes so painfully clear, it is only in seeing – really seeing – the unique individuality of each of us that we can recognize the common humanity in all of us.

Two Women of Maine

“It is high time that we all stopped being tools and victims of totalitarian techniques – techniques that, if continued here unchecked, will surely end what we have come to cherish as the American way of life.” Margaret Chase Smith (1950)

“But do not be misled: this is not just about who can compete on the athletic field, this is about whether a President can force compliance with his will, without regard for the rule of law that governs our nation. I believe he cannot.” Janet Mills (2025)

On Thursday, June 1, 1950, on her way to the senate chamber, the Republican senator from Maine ran into the Republican senator from Wisconsin.

“Margaret, you look very serious,” said Joe McCarthy. “Are you going to make a speech?”

“Yes,” Margaret Chase Smith replied, “and you will not like it!”

Her short speech has become known as the “Declaration of Conscience.” Announcing that “I speak as a Republican. I speak as a woman. I speak as a United States senator. I speak as an American,” Smith denounced the smear campaigns and character assassinations that had poisoned political discourse. “Freedom of speech is not what it used to be in America. It has been so abused by some that it is not exercised by others.”

After strongly criticizing the Truman administration, she turned to her own side of the aisle. “The nation sorely needs a Republican victory,” she said. “But I do not want to see the Republican party ride to political victory on the Four Horsemen of Calumny: Fear, Ignorance, Bigotry, and Smear.”

She was speaking directly to McCarthy, whose campaign of slander, accusations, and lies about communist infiltration of the government had gained vociferous public support and intimidated both parties into silence. Although the press and public responded positively to Smith’s speech (“This cool breeze of honesty from Maine can blow the whole miasma out of the nation’s soul,” editorialized the Hartford Courant), McCarthy had powerful backers, including the Kennedy family, and Washington remained fearful and silent. Only six senators signed her declaration, a group McCarthy derided as “Snow White and the Six Dwarfs.” But Smith, the first senator to publicly condemn him, had planted a seed.

More than four years later, in the televised Army-McCarthy hearings, her perseverance paid off. When McCarthy attacked his young associate, Joseph Welch, the army’s attorney responded: “Until this moment, Senator, I think I never really gauged your cruelty or your recklessness. . . .Have you no sense of decency, sir, at long last? Have you left no sense of decency?" The bubble had burst. The senate censured McCarthy later that year. His career was effectively over.

Almost 75 years later, the nation’s governors were meeting in the White House dining room, when this exchange occurred between President Trump and Maine Governor Janet Mills over her state’s refusal to ban transgender athletes from women’s sports.*

“Is Maine here, the governor of Maine?”

“I’m here.”

“Are you not going to comply with it?”

“I’m complying with state and federal laws.”

“We are the federal law.”

“We’re going to follow the law.”

“You’d better comply. Otherwise, you’re not getting any federal funding.”

“We’ll see you in court.”

“Good, I’ll see you in court. I look forward to that. That should be a real easy one. And enjoy your life after governor because I don’t think you’ll be in elected politics.”

Within 24 hours, the U.S. departments of Education, of Health and Human Services, and of Agriculture opened investigations into violations of Title IX, the federal law that bars gender-based discrimination, one into the state’s Department of Education and two into the University of Maine. That’s three investigations by three different federal departments in less than one day.

Transgender sports does not poll particularly well in Maine, and few in either party have rushed to Mills’ support. But like Margaret Chase Smith, she stands her ground.

*The impasse: Maine state law bars discrimination based on gender identity. The Trump administration claims the inclusion of transgender athletes violates federal antidiscrimination law.

Bragging Rights

“Bragg is back.” Pete Hegseth (Feb. 10, 2025)

What follows is a very convoluted story.

Fort Bragg, North Carolina, is the largest military base in the United States. Established in 1918, it was named for Braxton Bragg, who commanded the Army of Tennessee during the Civil War. According to his Wikipedia page,“Bragg is generally considered among the worst generals of the Civil War. Most of the battles he engaged in ended in defeat. Bragg was extremely unpopular with both the officers and ordinary men under his command, who criticized him for numerous perceived faults, including poor battlefield strategy, a quick temper, and overzealous discipline. . . .The losses suffered by Bragg's forces are cited as highly consequential to the ultimate defeat of the Confederate States of America.”

It is a mystery to me why the government chose to name a fort after a man who was a traitor, incompetent, and a slaveholder. In late 2020 Congress sought to rectify that lapse in judgment by directing that Fort Bragg – and the other eight military bases commemorating Confederate officers – be renamed. President Trump vetoed the bill, but both houses overrode his veto in an overwhelmingly bipartisan vote (House: 322-87; Senate: 81-13). How times have changed.

As a result, last year Fort Bragg became Fort Liberty. But not for long. Campaigning against this woke assault on American tradition, Donald Trump vowed to reverse it. And so, this month Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth signed a memo renaming the base . . . Fort Bragg, declaring, “Bragg is back.”

Well, yes and no.

Because the 2021 law has not been repealed, the fort is now named for Roland L. Bragg, a deceased World War II private first class from Maine – despite the fact that the renaming commission had explicitly rejected renaming a fort for another soldier with the same name.

Although press reports have Roland Bragg as an obscure private, he strikes me as a fantastic choice. He trained as a paratrooper at Fort Bragg before being sent to Europe in December 1944. For his bravery during the Battle of the Bulge, Bragg was awarded the Silver Star and a Purple Heart. Modest and self-effacing, he was discharged at the end of the war, still a private first class.

It seems extraordinary that such a decorated a soldier could retire with the army’s third-lowest rank – a feat only surpassed by my late friend Lee Anderson Adams, who spent six years in the army reserves. Periodically promoted to private first class, Lee inevitably got busted back. He was ultimately mustered out as a Private E-2, a nearly impossible feat.

According to his daughter Diane Watts, Roland Bragg rarely talked of his service. “They tried to promote me, but I wouldn’t accept it,” he told her. “I did not want to have to give an order that sent another young man to his death.”

I can think of no more worthy soldier to be honored. Despite its Orwellian path and suspect motives, the government somehow arrived at the right solution.

But there’s one final twist to this story: there is now an effort to delete Roland Bragg’s name from Wikipedia.

“This will be controversial,” an editor wrote. “Bragg was a non-notable soldier until 2 days ago, when he was used to justify the renaming of Fort Liberty back to Fort Bragg. He was not and is not independently notable except for that.”

This has led to a lively internet debate, with those in favor of keeping Bragg arguing that he was heroic in battle and, anyhow, he now has a fort named after him. Those opposed view Bragg as a pawn of the Trump administration’s cynical agenda.

I vote “Keep” for three reasons:

  1. The valiant private is infinitely more worthy than the traitorous general.

  2. The removal process has become a bait-and-switch maneuver that will make us forget why the fort was renamed and consign the wrong Bragg to oblivion.

  3. As a former enlisted man, I am delighted to see my people finally get their due.

Course update

The four-session course, Huck and James: a discussion of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and Jamesby Percival Everett, will start in about a month. We still have a few spots left. If you are interested, please email me at jamesgblaine2@gmail.com. Thanks.

Alexei Navalny

“Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest?” Henry II *

Alexei Navalny died a year ago today in a Russian prison in the village of Kharp in western Siberia. He was 47. It’s hard to believe it was only a year ago, so quickly has he been forgotten. But oblivion is what Vladimir Putin wanted when he sent Navalny to Polar Wolf, a “regime colony” north of the Arctic Circle – as oblivion is what all autocrats want when for all dissidents.

Polar Wolf is a bleak place, especially in winter. “It hasn’t gotten colder than −32°C [−25.6°F],” Navalny wrote in his diary. “Even at that temperature you can walk for more than half an hour, but only if you are sure you can grow a new nose, ears, and fingers.” He was only allowed to walk in his solitary exercise yard – which was 11 steps by 3 steps – at 6:30 a.m., long before the sun came up.

Polar Wolf was the last leg of a three-and-a-half-year journey that had begun in August 2020, when Navalny was medically evacuated to a German hospital after having been poisoned with the nerve agent, Novichok. He blamed Putin. The following January he returned to Russia, where, even before he had taken a single step on his country’s soil, he was arrested and imprisoned. He was subsequently condemned to an escalating series of prison terms. “The number of years does not matter,” he wrote. “ I understand perfectly well that, like many political prisoners, I am serving a life sentence. Where ‘life’ is defined by either the length of my life or the length of the life of this regime.” The regime outlived him.

In another time, Nalvany would be considered a hero, a martyr even, for his relentless and principled resistance to Vladimir Putin’s Russian state. But in this age, when “those who defend their country in uniform, or are shot down or seriously wounded in combat, or spend years being tortured as POWs are all ‘suckers’ because ‘there is nothing in it for them,'" Alexei Navalny is just another loser. The values he displayed – courage, steadfastness, integrity – were once considered part of the rite of passage to adulthood. Now they are scorned.

Nalvany was not perfect. Early in his career he aligned himself with the far-right “Great Russia” nationalist movement, which was stridently and ethnically nationalist, but he later retracted those views. In 2020 he spoke in support of Black Lives Matter. Alexei Nalvany was human. “The ghastliest days in prison are the birthdays of close family, especially children,” he wrote. . . .“But it is on my children’s birthdays that I am particularly aware of why I’m in jail. We need to build the Beautiful Russia of the Future for them to live in. Zakhar, happy birthday! I really miss you and love you very much!”

The opposite of a brave man or a brave woman is not a coward. At some point, we are all afraid. No, the opposite of a brave person is a bully. The brave person confronts injustice. The bully assaults the vulnerable. The brave person stands up to the powerful. The bully picks on the powerless. The brave person is willing to stand alone. The bully piles on.

The murder of Alexei Navalny, which had begun three-and-a-half years earlier with an attempted poisoning, ended on February 16, 2024, in the hospital at Polar Wolf, where he was taken for malnourishment and other ailments he attributed to his mistreatment.

“I’m an optimist,” he wrote from prison, “and I look on the bright side of my dark existence. I have as much fun as I can.”

* After Henry, the King of England and ruler of most of France, allegedly uttered these words, four knights set off from Normandy for Canterbury, where they murdered the archbishop, Thomas Becket, at the altar of his cathedral. The year was 1170.

Note: Several of you pointed out that in my post on the course offering (Huck and James), the link to sign up led nowhere. I plead geriatric ignorance for confusing a URL with an email. If you are interested in participating, please email me at jamesgblaine2@gmail.com. We already are halfway to our minimum enrollment and a third of a way to our maximum enrollment.  It should be fun.

Huck and James

This is the first of a series of Zoom classes I’ll be offering from time to time on a variety of topics. All will follow the format outlined below. If enough people are interested, I will schedule the class about a month from now to give you time to read the two books, which are both wonderful reads. I will also reach out to try to accommodate everyone’s schedule, if that is even possible these days.

Please let me know if you are interested by replying to www.jamesgblaine2.com

I’m excited for the discussion and others to follow.

Best,
Jamie

Huck and James

A discussion of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and James by Percival Everett.

The course will explore the two novels in four sessions.
Each session will meet once a week and last 45 minutes.
Class size: minimum of 8, maximum of 12.
Format: discussion group.
Cost: $75 ($18.75 per session)
Readings: the two books
Prerequisites: none

Class 1: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
What did you think of the book? What did you like/not like about it? The novel was published in 1885 about events taking place 20 years earlier. How does it stand up 140 years later? Think yourself back in time and compare what your reactions would have been then and now. Why do you think this has been the most banned book in America from its publication to the present?

 Class 2: James
What did you think of the book? What did you like/not like about it? What’s the significance of the title? In what ways does Everett’s story follow and/or diverge from Twain’s story? In what ways did this book really stretch your mind?

Class 3: Jim and James, Huck and Tom
What role does each of these characters play in the books? Are James and Jim the same person? What unites them? What differentiates them? How does Jim’s role evolve? Is Huck the same person in both books? How does his role evolve from Twain’s book to Everett’s

Class 4: From the Mississippi to America
How do these two novels, taken together, affect your thinking about America, past and present?

Mirth

"A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22

The older I get, the more I gravitate toward people who make me laugh. Not the tepid laughter of feigned politeness. Nor the heartless laughter of the bully. Nor the melancholy laughter of the doomed. Rather, it’s the laughter you feel in the depths of your being. During the pandemic, five very old friends, who had grown lonely in their confinement, began to gather on zoom for a ritual we dubbed Quarantini Time. Its real purpose was to laugh. We have continued it ever since. It has not been without sadness. One of our number died just a year ago. Our laughter helps us heal the pain.

Most mornings when I am at home, I walk along Main Street to the post office on the far side of town. Along the way, I run into my friend Aaron, an ear-ringed artist who also serves, in the summer season, as the shopkeeper of his wife’s store. When he sees me coming, he rushes out to the sidewalk for our morning conversation, which inevitably begins with his latest joke. He has a seemingly endless supply of jokes, many of them stupid, often crude, and inevitably politically incorrect. What they have in common is their ability to make me laugh, particularly as Aaron is a pitch-perfect storyteller who makes no effort to contain his own glee. I laugh, not out of politeness, but from deep in my gut, as much at the telling as at the punch line. I can think of no better way to start my day.

This has never been more vital than now, when the world has become such a serious and angry place. In Washington we have a gang taking apart our government – perhaps even our country – whose only smile is a scowl and whose idea of a joke is to ridicule vulnerable people. They are opposed by those for whom laughter has become a luxury in dark times. It may seem absurd, even callous, to talk about laughter in the face of malevolence. Or it may seem like a futile effort to escape from reality. But to me it is an assertion of humanity in a world that has grown increasingly inhumane. As we are told in the Book of Proverbs, “a joyful heart is good medicine.” The primary author of Proverbs is King Solomon, the wisest of the ancient kings of Israel.

I am writing this in California, where we have come to visit our grandchildren. Yesterday my granddaughter Molly asked me how old I was.

“I am 79,” I answered.

“79?” she mused, as if that were an unfathomable age. Then she added in a wistful voice, “I want you to stay around so you can meet my children.” Molly is six.

I may not be around for my great-grandchildren, but I feel younger and happier for the laughs their future parents constantly provide me. I also feel galvanized to work for a better world for those I will never meet.

My enduring image of a dystopian future, which has been with me since childhood, is a place where everything is gray – the skies, the buildings, the clothes, the people’s faces. It is a place where nobody laughs. It is, I think, a modern rendering of Dante’s ninth circle of hell, where the worst sinners are condemned to a realm, not of fire, but of ice – a place without warmth and without laughter.

Call it escapism if you will, but I can think of no better antidote than laughter.