Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Roger Williams Founding Father

this post from Laurel S. Meyer regarding an early American who deserves to be called a Founding Father.

"Hi folks. I’m at whole foods on the internet, after another day in bed…. not a good trend.
So I thought I’d send a few juicy facts your way, since I have the time (!) to reread a lot of history books, and especially the great biography of Roger Williams that Wendy gave all of us some years ago.
So, Roger Williams was the middle of three sons. His father drank too much (!) and also was a merchant taylor—meaning a taylor who also imported fabrics from far off, including Turkey. His older son would travel to Turkey, and even brought back a book of poems by the famous Sufi poet, RUMI.
Young Roger was so gifted at picking up languages, he learned Dutch, French, and other languages just playing in the alleys of Smithfield and London, with the wide array of poor international children. He learned Latin on his own, and later Greek and Hebrew. Later still, he learned not only the language of the Wampanaug Indians (here in Massachusetts and RI), but he learned all their DIALECTS, so HE became the person the various Indian sub-tribes used as a translator! He also learned Mohawk, and tried to avert the terrible warfare between the Dutch and the Mohawks in the 1640’s.
Back to London. He was always out and about on his own (had more freedom than his other brothers, was less favored..) and in his early years he would hang out a lot with a lay preacher named Bartholomew Legate , who had read one of the new King James’ bibles in English, as had so many of the common folk (finally, they could read it themselves). Bartholomew had become focused on the Beatitudes, the core of love in the New Testament, which had never been much communicated tot he common people… King James, who became more and more distracted by dissolute behavior and irresponsible spending, rather thoughtlessly and impulsively sent some of the last “heretics” to burn at the stake in England. One of those was Roger W’s beloved mentor and father-figure, who had people gather at his house to hear his inspiring discussion of the loving man, Jesus, who became the son of God. Roger’s father told him to go and see the bonfire upon which Bartholomew was burned… because his father wanted Roger to see what could happen to Roger if he persisted in being so inquisitive and strongly-opinionated. . about… everything. What an awful experience for the, perhaps 9 year old!!
Within a couple of years, Roger was called to meet with the “Attorney General” (the equivalent) of England, Sir Edward Coke, who had been at Queen Elizabeth’s side for decades. Coke had heard of Roger’s gift with languages. He tested Roger by having R. record goings on at court in a personal short-hand Roger had developed for himself… and then having Roger write it all up back at Sir Edward’s office, in Latin.
From then on Roger Williams was an indispensable assistant to Sir Edward—who fought King James tooth and nail—in order to PRESERVE the Magna Carta. Coke was the only Judge at the time who did not bow to the kind when James announced he was the ultimate divine authority on earth, and he would decide legal disputes. Sir Edward stayed standing while the other judges bowed and acquiesced…The King was enraged, and had Edward thrown in the TOWER.. but Coke did not die there.
While Coke was IN the Tower, Roger W. would sit in on the Star Chamber (high court) proceedings, and record EVERYTHING—and then bring the records to Sir Edward.
Eventually, Sir Coke, sent Roger Williams into a private high school —the Charterhouse—in a building which had been a Catholic monastery, but which had been taken over by Henry VIII when Henry declared himself separate from the Pope…In the Charterhouse grounds was buried thousands of plague victims, in a huge pit. It was a creepy and grim place. Roger fulfilled the studies without effort.
He spent his vacations with Sir Edward, at an estate which still exists on the map of land about 30 miles North of London—Stokes Page , I think (if I remember it correctly).
Sir Edward spend his entire life working on a magnum opus expanding upon the nature and meaning of laws in the Magna Carta. Over and Over he would write legal opinions that, within English law, it was the right of individuals to THINK anything they wanted! and to speak about it, unless it hurt other people as in slander. Roger Williams brought that principal to the new world.
Eventually, Sir Edward sponsored Roger to attend Cambridge University, specifically at Pembroke College (which was the college where traditionally all archbishops attended…) Roger was a special scholar there—achieved a great honor. and in other historic times could have been a candidate for the higher levels of the English church. But towards the end of King James’ reign, the king was co-opted by a power hungry Archbishop named Laude, who compiled a list of specific individuals who had not claimed complete allegiance to the current church creeds. Roger Williams was among those listed!
After graduation from Cambridge he had been trying to stay low—and safe— on an estate as an minister to one wealthy family (he had been confirmed after his graduation..) but the list came out, and he had to flee quickly. He had met his wife, Mary Barnard, on the estate. After falling in love with the daughter of the house (well, the COUSIN of the family for whom he worked), and,despite that family encouraging him to propose to their cousin, been refused… and fell deeply ill and unconscious for a couple of weeks… presumably from a broken heart. Here he was educated and refined as a Gentleman… and included in the highest academic and political society… yet his finances, and his family of origin were not good enough.
The woman who nursed him back to health was the companion of one of the wealthy family members.. Her father was a minister, but she was not educated. She was sturdy, grounded, and very practical. Roger Williams had an epiphany after his illness, and he married this woman who had nursed him back to health. And soon after, they were traveling from East to West of England, having to sail from Bristol to the colonies.
Roger Williams’ dear friend,Winthrop, had organized a group to sail over on the Arabella about 8 years previously. Roger did not want to go, but admired this gentle, well-off man, who was willing to so bravely face a wilderness just to have freedom of religious thought.
There’s so much more to say… Roger at first stayed with Governor Winthrop. Found the Puritans in Boston far too rigid and conservative (Winthrop secretly agreed). Eventually Roger moved to Salem where he was the minister (wrong word) there… And he was well-liked… But at a certain point, the Puritan elders in Boston (including Cotton Mather—that might be the wrong first name) heard that Roger had Written and spoken.. anathema: that the settlers should PAY the INDIANS for their land!!!
Winthrop sent a secret message to Roger warning him that there was a party of men traveling to Salem with the purpose of taking Roger to a boat in Nantucket and shipping him back to England (where he would certainly be thrown in jail or executed).
Roger had been sick with this periodic fever/muscle pain illness he got every few years (LYME?!@ kidding) and it was the middle of JANUARY—with VERY high snows, intense cold. Roger walked in a blizzard toward the south—on a route he knew of the Indians, which he had often traveled in order to learn their language and hang out with people he liked!.. But it was brutal… at some point, he lay down under a tree, with his bear skin on top of him, as if to die. The Indians had been quietly keeping tabs on his progress, and sending messages to Governor Winthrop to confirm he was surviving. They took him in after he had lain down in the middle of the day as if to die…..
The chief Canonicus… grew to love Roger Williams as a son.. and in fact asked Roger to be the one to bury him just before he died. So, the Indian chief was father figure #3 to Roger Williams! Not bad, first a “saint”, then a legal “legend” in England, and then an Indian chief in the New world—all became such important sources of support , love and guidance!!
Well, that’s my first report—from memory, in Whole Foods.
by the way…. Roger Williams was CLOSE Friends with John Milton, who told Roger he was a fool to have missed seeing the plays of Shakespeare when theater was still legal (King James outlawed it…)
Roger Williams was good friends with a whole group that knew Sir Edward Coke,… many of whom had studied at Cambridge and Oxford, and had also known Winthrop… These friends included Oliver Cromwell, and Cromwell’s cousin…
Roger went to the colonies in about 1630 (was born in 1603, the year Queen Elizabeth died) and then went BACK to England in 1642, in order to get a CHARTER for Rhode Island, before all of the land was stolen, bit by bit, by New Amsterdam and Boston colonies..
So, he arrived just in the upsweep of the Civil War, when London was digging ditches around a new wall, with the rebels INSIDE the city walls.
Oh, and when he was younger, say, about 14, he DID see Pocahontas and Cap John Smith..in London!
What do you think of that!!
Laurel

Roger Williams ...  founder of Rhode Island Colony

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Background to 'Shithole' Comments

From NY Times December 24, 2017 .. Sunday

Headline: Out of Chaos, Trump Reshapes Immigration


This goes back to June of 2017...

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/23/us/politics/trump-immigration.html


40,000 temporary Visas from Nigeria does seem like a pretty Huge number...

'they would never go back to their huts' unidentified source at meeting quotes Trump.

When the man is furious... yes it does sound ugly. Racist maybe or just some  honestly over-reactive
white man who got the job for saying what is on his mind.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Regarding Trump


Regarding Trump:

 

  Perhaps 'Hellhole' would have been less upsetting. San Salvador, Honduras, Haiti, The Republic of the Congo, Nigeria. I am sure there are plenty of great people in these countries .. Once upon these might be called 'developing countries' ...

 

  Much of the Third World is almost collapsing under the weight of Corruption, Violence and too many people. We cannot welcome all the people to America that would like to join us. The Salvadoreno's and the Haitians desperately do not want to return to their countries though they were never told that they could stay here forever.

 

  It seems really cruel and in many ways it is… and why has life gotten harder and worse in so many countries? Lot's of threads have unraveled … It has not helped at all that the US has had a policy of trying to lure the best and brightest of the rest of the Planet to come here to America, you get rich and we'll get rich. That's sort of the

plan. Everyone would love a chance to move to America. It's almost like we loot the planet of everything including people.

 

  I am for a more Conservative plan than Trump's either max out at 5,000 new immigrants a year or simply say only through marriage and real falling in Love can you bring a new sweetheart into the US.

 

  In the meantime none of these struggling countries need to have Billionaires (millionaires ruin the neighborhood too) and maybe the US and the Planet needs to get rid of them too. It's thievery, something is sick and wrong. There needs to be massive investments in new schools and Universities throughout Africa, Asia and South America. When someone gets out of the University after much hard work a job  and a home in a corruption free country should be there for everyone.

 

  We are missing the boat on a beautiful Peaceful Revolution on the Planet or maybe the boat is just finally getting itself together.

 

   In the meantime the frog in the beaker of gradually boiling water is heating up …

just being a 'good frog' may not be the right approach, maybe the Frog gets to express a little anger. Ooh Mean Frog! If the Frog starts kicking stupidly … you can just be pissed off at its disgraceful behavior or maybe you might say I get it. This Planet is heading in a wretched direction too many people is not good.

 

  Today in California 300,000 people according to Monday's NY Times may be in serious danger because of impending heavy rains. Today in America 500,000 citizens are homeless. Today in America another 500,000 or way more live lives in peril of homelessness. Nobody wants to live like a refugee.

 

  There is so much work to do, we need a new vision and more people is not the answer.

Why are you ... .... ....... ? Take 1

Just never open your mouth again Guy. My words of advice to myself. As the emotion gets ratcheted up extreme levels of fear and loathing. Do not be afraid. 
Shithole countries… what's so funny about Peace Love and Understanding… Meanwhile:
  I saw my first Salmon ever in California in a Creek… I know it's a little embarrassing that it has taken me so long. Though this is only my third winter living in 'the Valley' and the Salmon don't come up the creeks of San Rafael and San Anselmo and I was down by the Inkwells looking for them yesterday didn't see any. Saw a bunch of cars parked at the Shafter Bridge Salmon viewing area. Being me I have to go where there aren't a lot of people a little further downstream. I got a good hike in… wandered down by the creek with my old Nikon with Kodak Film inside. It was a gray January day… I saw no signs of Salmon. I watched by the shallow white water maybe I didn't wait long enough… I had some exciting pictures to take of Lichen on Redwoods. That was yesterday.
  Today something extra beautiful about it  …  maybe MLK's spirit. Good conversations were emerging everywhere… my Inverness connection to Aldous  Huxley informed me of the connection of drugs to Buddhism…. I am skeptical .. he insists.. All those Upanishad stuff … Mushrooms he says. What??? I doubt him… Oh yes he says. All those Mushrooms growing out of the Cow Dung. Duh! Why are cows sacred in India? hmmm I say.. Maybe Hinduism someone else suggested .. down at the Pumphouse Coffee shop. Maybe I should read 'Hope and Tragedy' by Carol Quigley someone suggests… 
  Meanwhile as I walk home I pause again at the creek about 100 yards west of The Paper Mill Creek Saloon down by the intersection of Arroyo Road and Castro Road and there was a little inviting path to the creek which I am maybe 20 feet from by the road but I walk in and look down in a fairly deep pool of cold blue creek winter water and there he (or she) is … grown up Coho Salmon moving very slowly upstream. … … that fish was exhausted. It's tail fins seem to be generating about three inches of forward motion for every … for a lot of work. I guess it was just resting ..It's big old body .. probably about a 10 to 13 pound fish (as I just read that that tends to be the weight of a fully grown Coho.) It's big old dark scaled body seemed a dark brown color and his/her tail from about 3 inches or so removed from the start of the tail fins was white. The fins were white that last few inches of old Salmon what were they …. so beaten by the 8 or 10 mile journey up he San Geronimo Creek every thrust every leap every slap of the tail against some whitewater/rocks beaten away it's scales.. taking the very coloring from it's body. No I am not a biologist .. Maybe he had an albino condition. 
  Spawn and Die! That's it kids. These guys know it without knowing it or maybe they do know it. Humans on the other hand. Clever species we are.  I take out my trusty flip phone and begin a cool conversation with a musician who is probably to damn good for me to work with but we were setting up a get together when someone from across the other side of the creek comes out of his backyard towards the creek. Well I am about to maybe point out this big old cool Salmon that s making me very happy …  Hey did you see? I didn't get to say that.  …. The guy says something from across the creek, seemed important, I pause my conversation on the phone. Excuse me? 'Why are you on my property?' He says in a not particularly friendly manner…
  Oh God! My poor brain can't take it. I look at this beautiful Creek, down at this splendid Fish in this incredible setting.. then at this Guy looking at me from the other side of the creek, white haired probably my age, something made me think 'Progressive' maybe it was his glasses, nevermind Guy. (Guy you are nothing but a dam Republican these days! )You are on my property, you passed my clearly visible No Trespassing Sign' I protect the vegetation here.
  If I had one ounce of quick witted abilities God! The things I might have said.
  All I could think of or didn't think of but just said was 'Creeks are for People' which in retrospect doesn't sound all that brilliant. No it's all private property. If you are a bona fide Native American do you get special privileges? I imagined Creeks and Rivers of America all owned by ordinary 'good Americans' no you can't stop here. no you can't stop on the banks of the Mississippi these are my banks of the River… we have special designated viewing areas maybe 10 miles down that way. get in your car and drive. What you don't own a car? You just walk around here? 

  Funny how something so seemingly special for a few moments becomes something so different … ah well Nature prevails.   Beautiful Salmon .... Beautiful Creek ..  too many people.