Wednesday, 17 November 2021

WHAT HAVE I DONE FOR YOU LATELY?

 

I was debating whether to post a preview of any of the new book I’m working on – it’s now rambled on to about 550 pages and growing – but finally I decided to drop a chapter into the blog.  The basic theme of the book is this – for every member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (RRHOF) I will do an entry.  These will not be a straightforward biography or discography of the artist – you can get that by going on to the RRHOF website itself, or Wikipedia.  Sometimes it will focus on tales from the artist – but other times it might just take their work as an excuse to go off on tangents.  So, the entry for The Band discusses “Big Pink”, (the house where they did a famous residency with Bob Dylan).  It then goes on to discuss other famous addresses in rock music – like 826-830 St. Louis Street in New Orleans – alleged to have been owned by a certain Mrs. LeSoleil Levant – whose name literally translates to “Rising Sun”. Then there are The Cars, whose song “My Best Friend’s Girl” somehow leads to a discussion about songs where best friends’ girls “complicate” things (“Jesse’s Girl” being one example), and then to a general review of songs about friends. 

It’s turning in to kind of a weird book.

That’s not the half of it.  I plan on making the whole thing into an interactive e-book.  This means that in addition to the text there will be live links to the songs referenced in the entries.  This will make the experience of “using” the book “multi-media” – you can read and listen at the same time.  There’s either a bit more work involved, or, if the spirit moves – you can relax and let the sound do the work.  Who knows if it will "work" at all – but it is fun to write.

So, I decided to give a bit of a sneak preview.  When I did that I promised myself that I would choose an entry that was hard for me to write.  I was not a huge Janet Jackson fan, which makes it difficult to write a section on her, but I did grow to appreciate her contribution – and especially her effort – when doing the research for the book.  I also found a chance to go off on one of those tangents mentioned above. So, without further ado, here is the very rough draft of the entry for RRHOF inductee, Ms. Janet Jackson.

 

Janet Jackson

Year Inducted:  2019

RRHOF Link:  Janet Jackson | Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (rockhall.com)

Notable Songs:  “Rhythm Nation”, “Control”, “Nasty”, “Miss You Much

You Gotta Hear: “What Have You Done For Me Lately

Janet Jackson - What Have You Done For Me Lately (Official Music Video) - YouTube

 

The easiest question to ask of someone who appears in this book is “…why do they belong in the RRHOF”? 

Look – it’s not an illegitimate question.  The fact is – it should be asked of everyone on this list.

Everyone. 

For some the answer will be relatively straight forward.  Chuck Berry is on this list because without him what we know as “rock ‘n roll” probably wouldn’t exist.  Jimi Hendrix is on this list because he mastered the instrument most closely associated with the genre.  Bob Dylan?, The Beatles?, The Stones? – the answer is easy – but you still ask the question.

For others you have to work at it a bit more – but that does not mean that the answer isn’t there.  Laura Nyro?  Sceptics will point to her close association with David Geffen – who has a great deal of influence in the selection process.  Dig deeper and it becomes apparent that there is more than that – Nyro’s song writing abilities, the reach and scope of her work, its influence and legacy – all make her inclusion fully justifiable.  That doesn’t mean there aren’t others out there more deserving who have yet to get in – but that is where people make a mistake.  That’s a different question altogether.  When you raise that issue you are not asking why someone like Nyro is in – you are asking why “X artist” is not.

And so we come to Ms. Jackson.  Her selection to the RRHOF was greeted with a high degree of that same sort of scepticism.  Is she really rock ‘n roll?  Is she mostly famous for being from a famous family – or her music?  Beyond that – should she be in but someone like Christina Aguilera – who sold as many records and followed much the same career path – not be in?

To this I would answer, in turn – “yes”, if you use the broad definition that the RRHOF uses for everyone else, “no”, in that we’re not talking about inducting LaToya here - and “maybe”, but, again, that’s another question.  If you asked me whether Janet Jackson would have immediately popped in to my mind as a Hall of Fame inductee – I honestly would have to say “no”.  But if you ask me whether (given my propensity to see absolutely nothing wrong with having a “big hall”) I think she is deserving of the accolade after having done the research for this book – well, then I’d have to answer “yes”. 

Here’s why.

First off – let’s do away with the “family connections” aspect of this issue right away.  There are as many reasons to think that Janet Jackson’s family ties led to a certain degree of prejudice against her being taken seriously at all as there are reasons to think those same connections may have led her to being taken too seriously. Someone like Andy Gibb had a string of hit records and a famous family, but no one is pounding the table for his enshrinement.  The easy road would have been for Janet to issue a few records and then fade into the background.  She didn’t, and the reason why she didn’t comes down mainly to the fact that, when confronted with the possibility of cashing the check and living in the comfort of celebrity – or trying to stretch and risk being seen as a laughingstock – Janet Jackson had the guts to take a few chances and ended up getting the last laugh.

It’s often forgotten that Jackson began her musical career under the same sort of closely held family guided control that the rest of the family did.  She issued two forgettable bubble-gum pop collections before breaking away from the domination of her father, Joe Jackson.  It was the next two albums, tellingly entitled “Control” and then “Rhythm Nation 1814” that vaulted her into super stardom.  Spawning hits like the reference song “What Have You Done For Me Lately”, “Nasty”, “Miss You Much”, “Rhythm Nation” – and many others – the “sales” side of Janet Jackson would never be questioned again.  The woman has sold over 100 million records.

More than that however was the scope and reach of the music that was being turned out.  With these releases – and with the music put out over the ensuing decade – Jackson never stood still.  Personally – I remember several times hearing a song and asking someone who it was - “Janet Jackson” would be the reply.  That’s Janet Jackson?” I’d say – until finally I got the picture – being surprised by Janet Jackson was not surprising.  The music may not have been the world’s most influential – but it certainly showed that the person who was making all these million selling records was being influenced. She was listening.  Janet Jackson deserves to be in the RRHOF because, despite coming from a background where she could have easily succumbed to a formula – she didn’t. 

Here’s one example – and it leads to a topic that is one of my favorites.  Janet is often applauded for including elements of traditional R&B, pop, funk, jazz, classic rock and even classical in her music.  This is actually true – take the last two for instance.  In her song “Someone to Call My Lover” Jackson draws upon the “classic rock” influence with the riff from America’s “Ventura Highway”.  That one is easy to pick out. 

Someone To Call My Lover - YouTube

Listen closely though – there is something else at work behind the song that takes a while to recognise.  The recording is also heavily influenced by Erik Satie’s classical masterpiece “Gymnopedie No. 1”: Erik Satie - Gymnopédie No.1 - YouTube

The use of classical music in pop is not a phenomenon restricted only to Janet Jackson – but it puts her in some pretty good company.  There are those who feel that The Toys’ “A Lover’s Concerto” is the best of all the girl group compositions of the 1960’s.  Amongst those would perhaps be a certain Mr. Holland and Johann Sebastian Bach:

The Toys - Lovers Concerto - HQ - YouTube 

Minuet in G Major - Bach (Petzold) - YouTube

Mr. Holland's Opus - An effective music classroom teaching - YouTube (Look for the appearance of William H. Macy Jr. – man, that guy’s in everything).

The Toys were kept from the number one spot only by the offerings of The Rolling Stones and The Beatles.  The latter were by no means shy when it came to making use of classical elements, perhaps most famously when John Lennon heard Yoko Ono playing Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata”.  Never one to travel in a straight line John essentially flipped the chords backwards and used it as the basis for what is perhaps the bands best piece of three part harmony “Because”, which appears on Abbey Road. 

Because (Remastered 2009) - YouTube

Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata (1st Movement) - YouTube

The list of such songs is nearly endless. The Mindbenders (and later on, Phil Collins) had a hit with Carol Bayer Sager and Toni Wine’s composition “A Groovy Kind of Love”. At the time it was written the term “Groovy” was a newly minted word – but the tune itself was straight from Clementi’s “Opus 36, No.5

The Mindbenders - A Groovy Kind Of Love (1966) - YouTube

Clementi - Sonata No. 5 - Rondo. Original version of "A Groovy Kind of Love" (1797) - YouTube

Opera is by no means exempt from inclusion in the world of popular music.  Elvis took “I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” from Martini’s “Piacer D’Amor

Can't Help Falling In Love ('68 Comeback Special 50th Anniversary HD Remaster) - YouTube

Angela Gheorghiu - Martini: Piacer d'amor - Barcelona 2004 - YouTube

In the 1970’s there were many songs, like Emerson, Lake & Palmer’s “Nut Rocker” that  were less incorporations of classical compositions than they were straight forward popular interpretations of the actual works. (actually this was a remake of an early 1960’s hit for “B. Bumble and the Stingers”) B.Bumble & The Stingers - Nut Rocker - YouTube, (ELP would go on to record a number of other re-arrangments of classical numbers, like Aaron Copeland’s “Fanfare for a Common Man”) . Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Fanfare For The Common Man - YouTube

Other examples include Walter Murphy’s “A Fifth of Beethoven” from the Saturday Night Live soundtrack Walter Murphy - A Fifth of Beethoven - YouTube, and Deodato’s recording of Strauss’s “Also Sprach Zarathustra”: Deodato - Also Sprach Zarathustra HQ audio - YouTube.  However there were still instances of songs that took the classical tune and built a wholly new song around it, such as Eric Carmen’s “All By MyselfEric Carmen - All By MySelf (HQ) - YouTube which was based on Rachmaninoff’s “Concerto No. 2 for PianoRachmaninoff S.- Concerto № 2 for piano and orchestra «All by myself» - YouTube.

Warning to all – a Barry Manilow reference is coming up.  We’re all about appreciating Any kind of music that’s out there but Manilow seems to raise the ire of a certain class of rock fans, so consider this a heads up if you fall in to that category.  One night, while listening to music and enjoying a bit of wine, Barry fell asleep and woke with what he thought was a brilliant song running through his head.  Only after beginning to compose did he realize it was just a rewrite of music he had been listening to before snoozing – Chopin’s “Opus 28, No. 20 (Prelude)”. No bother – he went on to write one of his biggest hits “Could It Be Magic”. 

Could It Be Magic - YouTube

Frédéric CHOPIN: Op. 28, No. 20 (Prelude) - YouTube

Want something more recent? – How about Maroon 5’s “Memories” which gives more than a tip of the hat to Pachabel’s “Canon In D Major”:

Maroon 5 - Memories (Official Video) - YouTube

Canon in D (Pachelbel) played by Per-Olov Kindgren - YouTube

Or there is Nas’s “I Can” which once more calls on Ludwig Van to supply the underlying melodic hook from “Für Elise

Nas - I Can (Official HD Video) - YouTube

Beethoven - Für Elise - YouTube

Then there is Mika’s “Grace Kelly” which incorporates elements of Rossini’s “The Barber of Seville – Largo al Factotum”: 

MIKA - Grace Kelly (Official Video) - YouTube

Il Barbiere di Siviglia: "Largo al factotum" (Peter Mattei) - YouTube

So, Janet Jackson joined a list of many when she did the same thing with her music – a fact that, as previously stated, stands her in some good company – and proves she was not inclined to take the easy road. This is a big reason why the one she did take justifiably ended up at the RRHOF.

Thursday, 20 May 2021

REVISITING A CLASSIC Pizza Considered

Just stuck inside on a rainy day and seeing the topic of pizza brought up elsewhere makes me think that it might be a good idea to revisit one of the chapters from "Hello Out There", the set of posts from the "original" lockdown way back in the year 2020...

Rambling during the great lockdown of 2020 – Pt. V – Pizza

Pizza – not the most important topic in the world – but up there. 

It is possible to get pizza delivered during this most bizarre of times, which is perhaps the best sign that civilization has not yet completely collapsed and the apocalypse, while possibly nigh, has not yet arrived. Still – the fact that pizza can still be delivered to your house, while acceptable, may not in all cases be ideal. Sometimes you have to/want to go out for said pizza – and that’s not currently an option.

This worries me – basically anything that interferes or disrupts the pizza world worries me. I know I would be joined in this sentiment by many, including my good friend David Goldman, who is worthy of pizza related nicknames the way Babe Ruth collected baseball monikers. Sultan of Swat, Collosus of Clout, Behemoth of Bust – meet the Maharishi of Mozarella, the Caliph of Crust, the Caesar of Sauce. Sure – you can find a reduced number of pizza places that will deliver – but each delivery risks the loss of valuable pizza heat, each closed restaurant shrinks the possibility of finding the perfect slice – not to mention the looming threat of a worldwide cheese shortage.

Dave – am I right?

There’s no sense obsessing over this (though I will). Instead I will use this rambling to muse about my top five pizza list (which I reserve the right to change at any moment). I’ll also lay down some laws (actually, commandments) about what qualifies as pizza or pizza toppings, comment on school lunch pizza and generally – well – ramble.

What is pizza? Philosophers have thought on this topic for years. There is Descartes’ famous statement “Cogito pizza ergo sum” (“I think it’s pizza, therefore it is”). This offered an open door to a broad interpretation of pizzadom, accepting things like French bread pizza, bagel based pizza and “pizza in a cup” as being true pizza. I am tempted to rely upon Kierkegaard’s refutation of this argument, which claimed it to be a meaningless tautology – to whit, his position is summarized thusly:

“… that the cogito already presupposes the existence of "I", and therefore concluding with existence is logically trivial. Kierkegaard's argument can be made clearer if one extracts the premise "I think" into the premises "'x' thinks" and "I am that 'x'", where "x" is used as a placeholder in order to disambiguate the "I" from the thinking thing.”

I could rely on that, but instead I think it is clearer to simply state - Descartes was an idiot.

While there are many things that approximate pizza, they are not truly pizza. I don’t come to this conclusion lightly but it is true. If you put sauce, cheese and, say, pepperoni into a paper cup – that is not pizza. That would be like taking the approximately 60 chemicals that make up the human body, putting them in a blender and calling it “my friend Bob”. Just because the ingredients of “Bobdom” are present does not a person make. It is the same with pizza.

The Italians knew this. They understood that form, presentation, soul (“anima”) made up a pizza. If you changed any one of those, you may have pizza ingredients but you do not have pizza. For example – if you take a pizza and fold it over – not a pizza anymore. It’s a calzone. You can still like and enjoy it – but if you call it a pizza, you sleep with the anchovies.

Good example – I used to go in to the North End in Boston for lunch, and one of the places I stopped offered a dish which was a thick piece of crusty Italian bread topped with sauce, cheese, roasted peppers and (this was really good) some tortellini. It was delicious.

Not pizza.

Here is where I have to take the first and perhaps the most controversial of my stands with regard to the question of what qualifies as a pizza and what does not. When I go back to the States I will often stop in at Uno’s where I will order one of their deep dish…

Items.

Offerings.

Victuals.

Foodstuffs.

Fares.

I like them but for the love of God they are not “pizza”. It’s a casserole, a cheese/tomato pie, an Uno’s special – call it whatever you like but not “pizza”. I could open this to debate, but the judge has ruled and court is no longer in session.

That said I would like to show that I have an open mind on this topic. To do this I bring you back to that day in school when the menu read “pizza” and everyone had a bit more bounce in their step, joy in their heart and sauce on their shirt.

Now, let’s face it – school pizza was not that great – but it beat the hell out of “Shepherds Pie” or “Lunch Loaf”. It also wasn’t round, but baked in sheets, wasn’t thin, but a bit doughy and the cheese may not have been mozzarella. Still – I state that it was, in fact, pizza. Flat, foldable, capable of being grasped in the hands if you so chose – it made the grade.

But not that high a grade. At best it was C+, and a lot of that had to do with the setting and circumstance. But there was enough potential there for this type of pizza (which is essentially the “Sicilian” variety) to achieve greatness. In my top five list, at number 5, I submit that I have found just such a pizza. To find it you need to travel to that same North End, at lunch time, and stand in line (and don’t bother for part of the summer because they’re closed). I’m talking about:


No. 5 - Galleria Umberto
http://galleriaumbertonorthend.com/


This pizza is amazing – hot out of the oven and cut right in front of you, grab a slice or two and maybe accompany it with an arancini, panini or panzarotti. People line up every day, rain or shine, to get this food. So leave a little extra time, bring cash and an appetite. This is great stuff (only open for lunch – this is old school).



Let’s stay in the North End for our next stop, which you may want to do for pizza at dinner time. Should that be your desire wander over to Thacher Street where you will find:





This is the acknowledged home of Boston pizza – and as long as you go to the North End (accept no substitutes) it gets a big thumbs up from me. The pizza is good, of the Neapolitan type, (meaning thin crust, which will be the case for all the remaining pizza’s on this list). It is eaten by the slice and, when at its best, requires very few toppings to make it as tasty as possible.

This is as good a time as any to discuss the realm of toppings. I’m a relatively open-minded person when it comes to toppings on pizza. I’ll tolerate barbeque sauce and chicken. I’ll go along with meatballs and eggplant. I’ll never order anchovies, but if you do I will not seek to imprison you, publish your name on a list of heretics or make you wear a scarlet letter “A” (“Apostate”).

However – “Broccoli Florets” – no. Chopped hot dog – I don’t think so. Finally – if you bring a pineapple anywhere near my pizza I reserve the right to shoot without warning and with a license to kill.

Again – the judge has spoken.

On to happier thoughts (I shudder each time I think of those poor, unsuspecting cheesy discs that face the threat of pineapple every day). My remaining pizzas all derive from my childhood, and two are still out there, though I hope they are using dough that has been prepared more recently than the 1970’s.

They say you never forget your first pizza (no, really – they say that). My first pizza likely came from someplace that was, at the time, called “Shaker Pizza” because it was on Shaker Road in East Longmeadow, Massachusetts. The fact that it was first would make it memorable but I can attest to the fact that this pizza was seriously good – the crust was amazing and I can still remember the smell that permeated the house when it was brought in the door. Whenever anything approximating that odor wafts across my path it triggers one of those “sensory memories” that you get – and I flashback to the times we’d get that pizza. Yes – I get “pizza flashbacks”.

Another sign that this place had seriously good pizza is this – it’s still there. I’m 56 years old – which means there aren’t too many pizza places older than me. There’s another place on Shaker Road that says it has served pizza “since 1980”. A mere pup. The Shaker Pizza that I know (now called “The Pizza Shoppe”) website says this about its restaurant:

“The Pizza Shoppe has been serving pizza with the legendary sweet crust for over 60 years. The dough and sauce we use are made right here at the restaurant. It has become a staple of the community. Medium, large, and extra large sizes are available. Create your own or get our most popular, “The Cheese.” Eat in or get it to go.”

Over 60 years. Oh – and the “extra large” if I remember correctly, is two pizza boxes stapled together with enough pizza to feed an army. All of these combine to make this:

No. 3 – The Pizza Shoppe
https://www.pizza-shoppe.com/

While The Pizza Shoppe may be where I sourced my first pizza, the establishment that probably holds the title for having served me the most pizza is a place called The Russell Inn, located in Russell, Massachusetts. Now – I say “probably” because while I spent many a night with family or friends in the Russell Inn growing up, and while I would typically get pizza – the Russell Inn is actually not just a pizza place – it’s a proper restaurant with a wide selection of other dishes. They’re good too – but the pizza was (and I trust still is) extraordinary. It’s been a while since I’ve had pizza there – but I swear when I get back home after all this shit ends – I’m going there for pizza again. I can’t wait. The Inn is another place that triggers sensory memories, but not just with food. There was a jukebox there, which always seemed to be playing “Sweet Home Alabama”, and I’m going to put that on tonight and dream of tomato sauce cheesy goodness. For people nearby who can still order out – have a few (dozen) slices for me.

No. 2 – The Russell Inn: https://www.russellinnrestaurant.com/Home

Which brings us to the best pizza I ever had. This one differs from the others on this list in that it has gone the way of the dodo, burned down somewhere back in the ‘80’s or ‘90’s – but for whatever reason I remember the Cozy Spruce in East Otis as being the best pizza when I was a kid. It wasn’t as close as the Russell Inn (or maybe just not on the typical path) – but when we’d be up that way the pizza at the Cozy went to the top of the list. That’s the benchmark – a hot pie being brought to your table, checking to see if the pieces were cut unevenly and trying to get the big one if you could – bringing it to your mouth even though you knew the cheese would probably burn a couple layers off the roof, and then tasting everything meshing together perfectly, cheese, sauce, crust – heaven. I can’t find a picture of the Cozy Spruce on line – (if someone has one please post it - I did manage to find a pic of the old sign) – but I can still conjure it up when needed.

Pizza does that.




Tuesday, 4 May 2021

THE CONTINUING ATTACK OF THE EURO-WEENIES

 

Who knew?

Turns out that when growing up I was a misguided, deluded, ill-advised and foolish victim of a rigged system that managed to do the same to my father’s generation as well as my grandfather’s.  If you're American and at all interested in sports - you were likewise a victim. We were the tools of greedy monied interests that robbed us of the true value of athletic competition.  The joy we took out of watching baseball, American football, basketball and ice hockey was all false and the collective delusion we felt whenever one of our teams would succeed, or the despair at their failure, was illusory – an illusion shared by millions.

I have been awakened to this sad fact by the ministrations of a collective of benevolent organisations set up only to enlighten and enrich the lives of their followers, who are likewise a fine group of intelligent (indeed, near all-knowing) individuals whose only regret was that they could not have saved myself and my brethren from the horrible fate that we suffered (and continue to suffer) at the hands of our brutal masters.  Those organisations are known by a number of cute and endearing acronyms such as the Federation Internationale Football Associations (FIFA), the Union of European Football Associations (UEFA) and (in their various most assuredly graft-free and positively altruistic fiefdoms) national institutions such as the Football Association of Ireland (FAI) or the wholly different and not-to-be-confused Irish Football Association (IFA).

See, here I was thinking that the leagues I watched as a kid, Major League Baseball (MLB), the National Football League (NFL), National Basketball Association (NBA) and National Hockey League (NHL) were actually quite successful, because they represented the top levels of competition in their sports, made money, gave teams in various cities the opportunity to compete, excited enormous fan interest, were able to expand and accommodate new franchises and remained stable for decades at a time.  Silly me.  I should have been looking to the wonderland of European football (which I will now refer to as “soccer” in order to avoid attempting to hide my American ignorance) in order to understand how a well-run sports operation was conducted. 

Yes, I should have been looking at the place where a league dominated by two individual powerhouse teams (Rangers and Celtic in Scotland) was so incredibly successful that one of those two teams (Rangers) waltzed itself straight into bankruptcy in 2012.  Well, at least that opened things up a bit – certainly in the intervening period other teams filled the void and won championships in Scotland.  What is that you say – that up until this year Celtic won every league title?  Well, at least this year things finally began to open up.  Come again? Rangers have returned to the Premier level and won this year’s trophy?  

Oh. – Maybe not such a great example of how the European system fosters competitiveness.

What is that “European” system?  Well, while there is, in truth no unified system of competition across the continent there are certain nearly uniform practices that are in place:

1.        Relegation and promotion – Almost all European national authorities operate leagues that are tiered in structure, so that the bottom two or three teams at one level are “relegated” to the level below and the top two or three teams at the lower level are “promoted” to the top tier. 

2.       Nationalism – Leagues operate within political and geographical boundaries that, other than in the most extreme situations, are considered inviolable.  (Those exceptions arise in instances like that of Derry City, a Northern Irish based club that plays in the Republic of Ireland league due to the fact that sectarian violence led to fears of fatalities in the event Derry continued to compete in Northern Ireland).  Spanish teams compete against Spanish teams in La Liga, English teams (other than a couple of other nearby British teams, like Cardiff in Wales) play English teams in the Premiership, German teams play German teams in the Bundesliga, and so on. 

3.       Cross Border UEFA Competitions – If a team has achieved a certain level of success in their national league they have the opportunity to participate in cross border tournaments (misleadingly called “leagues”) such as the “UEFA Champions League” or, at a secondary level the “UEFA Europa League”.  Again, these aren’t “leagues” per se but are tournaments that use a format similar to the World Cup (group stage and then knockout stage) but these are spread over months of competition.

In theory the money from the Cross-Border competitions (TV revenue, sponsorship, gate fees, etc.) goes both to the competing clubs and the various national leagues, thereby assuring monetary support at all levels.

In theory.

What really happens is that the money is funneled through the international organisations (UEFA primarily, though FIFA gets a cut via dues), the top clubs make enough to stay on top but not what they see as a fair share, the national organisations get enough to feed to smaller clubs to keep them afloat but not strong enough to really “rock the boat”, the national groups also keep enough to insure their top echelon gets to live like kings, the people who actually invest money in teams get very little say in major negotiations like where tournament finals will be held, who gets and handles TV rights, what sponsorship deals are granted, etc.  and the status quo remains the status quo. This has led to a few rather predictable results. 

These national organisations are incredibly corrupt (witness the recent shenanigans with the Irish FAI), true competition is nearly non-existent (witness Scotland’s above referenced farce of a “Premiership”), national boundaries lead to “nationalistic” prejudice in the worst sense (witness the fact that metropolitan areas like Dublin are not allowed by UEFA to seek to place a team in a league where the size of the city could support such a franchise – but instead must make do with five or six perpetually underfunded clubs that compete against “Longford Town” or “Galway United”), match fixing is always a threat (Italy), game officials are corrupt (FIFA, 2018, 2014, 2011…), player transfer regulations lead to the exploitation of minors (ongoing), bidding for international competitions are rigged by corruption (look where the next World Cup is being held) and the only real response to this nonsense is to whistle while all this goes on (again – you should understand that the World Cup will be held in stadiums built with slave labor). Fans acknowledge the problems but can’t do anything about it, media conglomerates depend on the rights controlled by the organizers – so they don’t challenge it, many top clubs are happy to remain at the top (even if they forego the power they should have) and mediocre clubs are run by mediocre people who are happy to remain mediocre because, well because they are mediocre.

In short, the system is designed to work in a way that constantly pisses everybody off, but only to the level that makes incessant complaining tolerable but actual change impossible.  That is not opinion.  That is fact – proven again this past month when a number of the top clubs made a bid to actually control their own destiny, only to be rebuffed by a coalition of the threatened (the alphabet soup of controlling organisations) and the ignorant (the European football fans).

But, of course, you can’t take my word for it because I’m an ignorant American who could never possibly understand the bond between European fans and their teams.  So what if the NBA is the fastest growing internationally based league?  So what if the NFL has managed to take a sport played virtually nowhere other than America and make it an international product?  So what if, in their European bias fans here continue to laugh at how the World Series is a “misnomer” because only U.S. teams compete? (Said while ignoring Canada entirely). Of course, this also ignores the fact that baseball has one of the most diverse rosters of international players in the world – with Dominicans, Mexicans, Venezuelans, Japanese, Korean, Cuban and other nationalities represented on the playing field at the highest level.  Europeans aren’t heavily represented (there are some) but the European world view loves to pretend that they are the real arbiters of what constitutes a valid “sport” – which is why the Olympics are heavily populated with competitions in such evolved pursuits as Biathlon, Rhythmic Gymnastics, Luge and Fencing.  Oh yes, there is also the National Hockey League – which is really an international league and would be much bigger except European interests keep blocking any attempt to add teams from its national associations.

In point of fact the world of ice hockey provided a great example of American “ignorance” just this past week.  Seattle is a major metropolitan area that wished to have a hockey team located in its environs.  They could not hope to achieve this status by having a team roll the dice and attempt to be “promoted” from the minor ranks since America has no such roller coaster system.  But, somehow, they do now have a representative squad.  The Seattle Kraken were named to the NHL this past week.  How could this happen?

It was easy. They bought their way in.  How cynical.  They simply paid enough money to join up and now they can have fans watch the highest level of competition in the world.  As long as the fans continue to be satisfied enough to come through the doors – they’ll stay in the league – no relegation.  How are they going to afford players?  They will be given access to a certain number of existing players by means of a competitive “draft” – and they will have draft rights every year over newly emerging talent based upon the principle of “weakest team first”.  Can such a system really work?  Can a team that is just joining out of the blue ever expect to really compete against the established clubs? 

Well, let’s take a look at the latest example of such expansion.  In 2017 the Las Vegas Knights joined the same NHL as a new expansion team, ready to compete in the 2017-18 season.  It took them all of one season to challenge for the Stanley Cup, the ultimate hockey prize.

One season.  They finished runners-up in that same 2017-18 season.  They have been at or near the top of the league every year since.

Now, before condemning the proposed move of the European Super League clubs as consigning the fans of Europe to an “American” type system consider, just for a moment, the point of view of someone who must own one of those clubs – say, Liverpool.  The Fenway Sports Group – which last year brought Liverpool their first ever Premier League title, must pay top dollar to players, surrender huge amounts of revenue to the alphabet soup of organisations who could care less about that investment, and then send that same player they have paid huge money for out to do battle against…Fulham.  Liverpool’s investment in that player can go completely down the tubes in competition against a team that is, let’s face it, nowhere near the same level and not going to be for some time (read as – never).  Chelsea is another example – they must risk their players against the likes of Brighton. 

Brighton last beat Chelsea in 1933.

The “promotion-relegation” system is a fraud.  Bottom feeding teams merely hope to survive from year to year at the higher level, teams that are promoted tend to either stick around for a year or two or get dropped straight back down, and the few true, elite clubs remain at the top year after year – forced to choose who to play against the minnows in order to keep their troops fresh for when a “real” game comes along

Look – those elite teams should compete against teams that are at their level – talent wise, financially, in terms of prestige – and spare us the agony of watching a substandard Man City run out against Sheffield United or the slow torture of Southampton battling to a nil all draw against Burnley (while pretending that this is the epitome of competition). 

But what do I know – I’m just a dumb American?

I do know one thing though – as ignorant as I might be I’m not as big an idiot as those Manchester United fans who invaded their stadium and pitch forcing cancellation of their latest match against Liverpool.  Their argument?  They are protesting against the ownership of the hated Glazer family, who have, since taking over the club in 2006 destroyed it by winning “only” five Premiership titles and 19 overall trophies in that span.  They have had the audacity – the sheer gall – to hope to make money out of their investment in the club.  Can you imagine?  I have tried to find something, some bit of popular culture, that could equate to the level of astonishment that Manchester United fans must have shown when this fact was revealed to them.  I think I might have succeeded:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjbPi00k_ME

While people like Gary Neville and Roy Keane shake their heads in sympathy with the terrible suffering of the Manchester United fan base – let’s just take a moment – just a moment mind you – to take a look at the type of people who make up the crowd that feels so aggrieved.

This is not the first time the Old Firm fan base has indicated concern with the Glazer family.  Just look at the “concern” shown when the family patriarch, Malcolm Glazer, passed away:

“Stupid jew finally died….. Yes thank u Lord” (sic);

“Malcolm Glazer made his initial fortune as a slumlord praying on trailer park tenants, wow that isn’t stereotypical of a Jew at all (!)” (again, sic.  I would also feel that adding a “k” to the end of that would be accurate).

But that was 2014 – surely “that sort of thing” is not behind what is going on now?

Well… here are some recent Twitter comments…

“Notably, most of the owners of these ‘big' football clubs pushing for a Super League are Jews, including Roman Abramovic [sic] and the Glazers…..Jews are ruining football, they don’t give a f*** about the Gentile fans..”

“All this talk of the European Super League. It’s jew rats behind it. All money grabbing c***s. It’s no wonder that people hate them as much as the muslims.”

“Hey Zionists it’s not all about money you suckers“.

“Them 3 fat AMERICAN C***S YOU F***ING BASTARDS. And as for that Jew levy your family should have been gassed”. (Dan Levy is the Chair of Tottenham Hotspurs, who also sought to join the Super League).

I have adopted an ironic tone up to now.  That’s over.  Now I’ll be blunt.

The European way of soccer is a hot mess.  The American model they deride is infinitely more successful.  The derision of that model is largely bigoted – to the extent that it is not possible to oppose the Super League proposal and not be tainted by the grotesque posts laid out above or the hooligan tactics on display at Old Trafford this week.  Quietly backing that action by shaking your head at the fact that “it has come to this” is an endorsement of that same mind-set, whether you wish to admit it or not. There are reasons for opposing the Super-League proposal - but to pretend that the reaction against it was "reasoned" in any way, shape or form, is delusional.  The response was simply reflexive and reactionary - there was (and is) no semblance of thought involved. The only valid response to the people who railed against this proposal is complete indifference. I don’t know what to do about the current state of European soccer – but as will increasingly become the case, even among its most rabid “fans”, – I also don’t care.  

The best (and entirely justified) option for the Glazers, Henry’s and other owners of the clubs impacted by their “fans’” knee-jerk (emphasis on “jerk”) rejection of the Super-League proposal would be to simply steer their funds away from the clubs they own, form a separate league (with the backing of a major television package), raid the best players available and take on the powers that be that way.  Put real teams in places like Dublin, Edinburgh, Brussels, Ankara, Oslo and Amsterdam (or take over Ajax, which would be real justice), offer competition in London, Manchester, Madrid, Paris, etc. by luring talent (while not bidding on anyone with their existing clubs),  corral top players from other, non-joining, clubs, institute a draft for younger players and crush the current regime.  That’s what I would love to see happen – even if the sheer ignorance of the fan bases might make such a solution difficult.

The old-guard would certainly deserve it for, - make no mistake – the reaction of the soccer establishment to the proposals made these past few weeks was that of the classic bully to someone trying to enter their playground.  The reaction of the club’s fans is that of schoolmates who stand around and cheer on that same bully because they prefer the tyranny they know to the possibility of change they don’t.  The only way to beat bullies like that is to be tougher, smarter, meaner and willing to take a knock or two.  The clubs in question were not being callously indifferent to their fan bases – they were supporting them and trying to get to the next level.  Were there flaws in their proposal?  Absolutely – but, whether the average fan wishes to admit it or not, the truth is that the proposed league was infinitely better than that represented by the current bunch of thugs in charge at every level of European soccer.  They should be taken on and defeated.

If that were to happen I might give a shit about soccer.  If it doesn’t – I have better things to do than worry about a bunch of bigoted, anti-semitic, corrupt, ignorant, anti-competitive fools. Do I expect there to be outrage at this sort of position?

No, of course not.  This is soccer we are talking about.  I expect those reading this who feel aggrieved to fall to the ground, roll over about fifteen times and grab their leg in mock agony.  They will then look up expectantly hoping that someone will bail them out.

Let's hope that someone isn't there this time.

Tuesday, 6 April 2021

THE FAULT, DEAR BRUTUS...

 

This is an article with Oscar winning films, failed tabloids, classic cartoons, former heads of government (no, not that one), Nazi collaborators and Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. It has all those – but it’s really about Ireland, the terrible scandal recently described in a report on “Mother and Baby Homes” and how, despite a belief that Ireland as a country may be “beyond all that”, similar outrages are being perpetuated today.  So, stick with me on this one.

I’ve lived in Ireland almost 23 years now – so I’m going on a quarter century.  That stretch of habitation entitles me to “blow-in” status – in many ways I might as well have just got here.  I actually do not mind that – I think there is tremendous merit in acknowledging the importance of having been “born and raised” somewhere else – and people aren’t mean about treating me as a Yank, it’s just something that is part of me, and let's face it – other than my lifelong affinity for the Red Sox – I am a Yank.  Truthfully, in some ways being an “outsider” has certain advantages.  Things that may not stand out as an anomaly to the native appear, well, just a bit “off” to those of us who have a slightly different perspective.  Like a change of font in the middle of a paragraph. This is a story about how Ireland may be missing a forest for the trees, or to be a bit more specific with my imperfect analogy – blaming the weatherman for the weather.

Pronoun Trouble

Back in 1994, while residing in Boston, I got an invitation to attend a reception for a local charity. The event was hosted by the archdiocese of Boston and the then prelate of the area, Bernard Cardinal Law, would be in attendance.  Of course, I knew of Law, it was impossible to live in the area and not be aware of the man who was rumored to have an outside shot at becoming the first American pope, but I had never met him in person.  I went to the reception curious to come face-to-face with this ascendant member of the Church hierarchy.

As is the case at most of these events I didn’t really have much actual interpersonal contact with the guest of honor.  The woman I attended with was an event organizer for the charity so she had dealt with the Cardinal and his office before but was by no means an “insider”.  Still, I had the opportunity to be introduced and chat with him in a small group for about five minutes.  I was also able to observe how he acted with the other people there that evening. After the close of the night’s activities I came away with a distinct impression of the man.

I didn’t like him.

He seemed insincere, superficial, didn’t really evidence much interest in the charity’s activities as much as he did its fund-raising success – but really – I just didn’t like him.  Can’t really say why – that sometimes just happens.  It was a “first impression” sort of thing.  First impressions are not, as we all know, always correct – but it sure was this time.

Bernard Law would, by the end of 2002, have resigned his office in disgrace and would exile himself to Rome in order to stay out of the clutches of American law enforcement officers who wanted to put him in jail.  He would be the subject of a high-profile expose in a local newspaper and eventually would play a major part in a Best Picture Academy Award winning film detailing his efforts to hide clerical abuse.  Before this he had managed to insert himself into the abortion debate by changing his position in a way that actually resulted in an increase in the number of abortions but preserved the issue for then Republican Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich.  Law had manufactured his career more out of spinning the news and playing politics than, you know, being concerned with right and wrong.

So, yeah, I think my first impression was fairly spot on.

In the spirit of full disclosure I was probably pre-disposed that way in any event.  Shortly after Law had been appointed one of his first moves was to hire the Boston diocese’ first ever public-relations firm to improve the Church’s “image”.  I didn’t really  approve of that at the time – actors, news anchors, brands and corporations had “images” to burnish.  I wasn’t sure why the Church would be spending money on such cosmetic measures. 

There was one group that seemed quite sure any such concerns were unfounded.  That would be the local Boston media – who treated Law like a celebrity from the moment of his arrival in Boston.  The front pages of the Boston papers displayed Law’s quote “After Boston there is only Heaven” and hailed his hiring of a PR firm as an important step towards “bringing the Church in to the modern world”.  Law was regularly cited by the media as one of the more progressive Catholic leaders and they covered his ascension to the College of Cardinals like a major sporting event, complete with breathless speculation about his possible papal future.  The Cardinal was, unquestionably, a media darling.  Indeed, I don’t think that it is too much of a stretch to say that, in many ways, the media “made” Bernard Cardinal Law.

So, it was with some degree of wonder that I observed the downfall of the esteemed Cardinal in 2002 when the Boston Globe ran a series of articles generated by its “Spotlight” team laying out how the Church, under Law, had systematically covered up priests’ abuse and reassigned accused paedophiles rather than protect parishioners and children.  Eventually, as noted above, the film “Spotlightfurther solidified the view that an intrepid mainstream press assault had uncovered the transgressions within the Church under Bernard Law and had ended his foul reign. 

Look – the Spotlight crew did a good job when running its 2002 stories – but the simple fact is that the Globe was publishing a FOLLOW-UP report when it came out with its series.  Almost a year earlier the Boston Phoenix, a somewhat rebellious weekly tabloid had run a front-page story detailing almost exactly the same charges.  Here’s the proof:


Note the date on the full page spread – March, 2001. 

Sigh.  To quote an old country song, the Globe got the goldmine, and the Phoenix got the shaft.  There is no Boston Phoenix any longer, which is a shame.  I’ve written about some of the writers who spent time there, people like Charles P. Pierce and Caroline Knapp, legends and near-legends. The Phoenix deserved a better fate – but that’s life. The Globe didn’t do anything wrong in following up on the Phoenix story – they were bigger, they gave more “prestige” to the reports and they had the resources to cover more aspects of what was going on.  So it goes.

But forgotten in the story is the fact that the Globe was, in many ways, reporting on the collapse of a world that the Globe (as one of proper Boston’s pillars) had helped to create.  Perhaps you remember the iconic scene in “Spotlight” where an irate Mark Ruffalo explodes in disgust at the transgressions the reporting team had uncovered.  “THEY KNEW!”  he roars.  “THEY KNEW AND THEY LET IT HAPPEN.  TO KIDS!”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7nIABqFC20

It’s a powerful scene.  But in real life it suffers from what Daffy Duck, while debating Bugs Bunny over whether it is rabbit or duck season, calls “pronoun trouble”.  You see, as the movie touches on a bit further along, the Globe had been sitting on a list of pedophile priests for about a decade, burying them as effectively in their own way as Law had been doing in his.

It shouldn’t have been “THEY KNEW!” – but “WE KNEW” that was being shouted in that newsroom.

Pronoun trouble.  This is an article about pronoun trouble.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e1hZGDaqIw

 

“Ah Sure – Everyone Knew About That”

As stated above, I moved to Ireland, from the Boston area, almost 23 years ago. Boston is one of the “smaller” big cities in America – it’s very parochial.  Before establishing myself in Boston I had grown up in a small town of about 900 people in the western part of Massachusetts, the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else – and there were very few real “secrets” amongst the populace.  So, when I got to Ireland I thought I had a pretty good grasp on places where everyone knew “the real story”.  I was soon to see that, up to that time, I had really only been operating in the minor leagues.  I’ve never seen anywhere like Ireland when it comes to people telling you, after the fact, that something that was being treated in the media as a revelation was really no big surprise at all.

Think about it.  When I first got here the buzz in the press was all about Charlie Haughey.  First it was the Charvet shirts.  Then it was the affair with Terry Keane.  Then the Ansbacher accounts.  I found all of this extraordinary, but whenever I broached the subject with those who had been in Ireland throughout Haughey’s time in power I inevitably heard “Ah sure, everyone knew about that”.  Granted – depending on the declarant’s political leanings the manner in which it was spoken might change. A long time Fianna Fail member might say it with an inflection implying “why is everyone making such a big deal of this now?”, while opposing party members would perhaps shake their heads while making it clear that “the whole bunch of them were and are crooks”.  But no one, despite the manner in which these “disclosures” were being made, ever copped to the least bit of surprise. 

To be fair – once I looked into the matter a bit further I could understand how it might be hard to miss what had been going on.  Haughey had never admitted to a salary beyond that of a government employee, but (in addition to his shirts), he had purchased and displayed without any attempt to conceal: a Gandon designed manorial estate, a yacht, racehorses, numerous overseas trips, expensive meals and other grand accoutrements. Hell, Haughey had managed to rezone and buy himself one of the Blasket Islands, after which he flew materials out to the remote spot and built himself a holiday home.  This was while he was making about £10,000 per year.  So, yeah, it wouldn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out something was up.

If finding out that “everybody knew” what was going on was a bit surprising, the even more surprising thing was that no one seemed to own up to having actually accepted these transgressions.  Even the members of Charlie’s own party seemed disgusted by his behaviour – while “everyone” knew what was going on all the people I spoke with seemed to pass the responsibility for Haughey being allowed to get away with these shenanigans off on powerful “interests”, but certainly not themselves. Strangely, the thing is – Haughey was at the forefront of Irish politics for over three decades.  SOMEBODY was voting to keep him there. Certainly, he either fooled large, invisible chunks of the populace – or, if you took that same populace at its word – they just didn’t give a shit.

As I observed the country more I have to tell you – I became ever more firmly of the opinion that the people were truthful – they did know what Haughey was up to – but at the time they just couldn’t be arsed objecting. Why did I reach this conclusion?  Here are a more few examples of “Sure, didn’t everybody know that?”

The mess with the FAI.  Sure, didn’t everyone know that those fella’s were as crooked as a road in Cavan? 

That Steven Gately of BoyZone was gay.  Sure, why all the headlines?  That was the worst kept “secret” in all of Ireland.

That Bertie Ahern had a history of receiving “loans” from his friends and associates.  Sure, what do we need to be paying lawyers’ fees and holding tribunals for?  Everyone knows this craic was goin’ on.

That the builders and banks were in cahoots together all through the Celtic Tiger period.  Sure, did yez seriously think dat you could be getting’ the 120 percent no money down mortgage if dere wasn’t some kinda funny bidness?

Some of these are more important than others, some are actually evidence of positive growth of consciousness, some may have been known in the abstract but the full implications not grasped – but I’m actually inclined to take the Irish populace at their word when I hear “Sure, didn’t we all know that?”.  It’s a small country, it’s not all that easy to keep big secrets and when something that appears obvious occurs – well, chances are that it was obvious.  Maybe not “public” in the sense of acknowledgement – but obvious nonetheless. 

When viewed in this manner – when you consider that those things which are treated as “revelations” in the press may actually have been known but not “acknowledged” all along – you are forced to consider taking a different view when allocating responsibility for a society’s actions.  If, for example, what went on in a given society is done in a truly clandestine manner – via a KGB or Gestapo type apparatus – then when large numbers of people “disappear”, or a controlled press espouses a strict party line – you can conclude that this may not actually reflect the attitudes of the general populace.  Still, even then, (yes, even then) – you have to be careful to differentiate between the active participation of that populace and quiet approval and acceptance of said approach.  I’m reminded of a book that came out in the mid-1990’s by a man named Daniel Goldhagen.  Entitled “Hitler’s Willing Executioners” it re-examined the motivations behind the Holocaust, and concluded that far from being duped by a controlling group of Nazi fanatics operating from the top – the German population was quite aware of and generally approved the anti-Semitic measures taken during the period from 1933-1945. 

The book and its conclusions were controversial, particularly those concerning “approval” of Nazi measures.  However – it was generally conceded that the appraisal of “awareness” on the part of the populace was justified.  After all – the actions taken had gone on for a dozen years – it would be hard to argue that after that long a period of time people didn’t know, at a meaningful level, what was taking place. That awareness would, presumably, likewise be present in any society where actions were under way for an even longer duration.  What if that 12 years had become 50 years?  Could anyone have possibly argued then that there was no awareness?  Could anyone really believe that a populace that knew and conducted those operations for such an extended period could seriously argue that they did not approve of them as well?  Could it feasibly be stated that said society should be entitled to allege that events occurring over such a long period were something “They” had done to “Us” and not something “We” had done to a given “Them”?

There it is again – pronoun trouble.  There is a good bit of pronoun trouble in the air at the moment – especially in Ireland.

The Mother and Child Disunion

In 2014 Ireland awoke to read a major article in one of its Sunday papers detailing the findings of Catherine Corless, a historian who had uncovered evidence of the bodies of nearly 800 infants disposed of in a mass grave on the grounds of a former “Mother and Baby Home” in Tuam, County Galway.  Like the Spotlight team this exposè was actually summarising findings published by Corless beginning back in 2010 – but this was the piece that “broke” the story wide.

The articles outlined practices that seemed nearly unbelievable – homes set up throughout the country designed to cater to the needs of unwed mothers (people who we would simply call “mothers” in the present day) – where, instead of “care” in any reasonable sense the women were forced to work, received nearly no medical attention, where the babies died (barely documented) at a rate twice that of the general population and then, if they should survive this hell, were removed from the mothers and forcibly adopted.

In response to these findings and allegations the Irish government established a three-person commission to investigate and report on the practices within the mother and baby homes from the period beginning in 1922 (at the founding of the Irish State) to 1998.  After requesting a number of extensions the final report of this commission was issued in January. It essentially confirmed all of the allegations set out above (with the notable exception of “forcible” adoptions).

The report in question is over 3000 pages long with a “summary” that runs to 200 pages in and of itself.  It is beyond the scope of this article to comprehensively revisit the methodology, format, style or findings of the report.  I reviewed it with an open mind, looked carefully at its text and conclusions and have to say that, despite some areas where I feel there could have been more done (adoption practices primarily) it is as fair, comprehensive, well drafted and honest a piece of work as anyone has the right to expect – and, in truth, is well beyond most other efforts of this type.  The people who put the report together should be commended for the job they did in the face of pressures of time, memory, institutional bias and, I’m sure, current conditions in respect of Covid restrictions.  Nonetheless I would not be surprised if those same people, or others in the future who are asked to take on a similar task, run for the hills and absolutely refuse to take part.

This is because I am distinctly in the minority when it comes to assessing the report as submitted – or at least it seems that way when watching, listening or reading the Irish media’s coverage.  To hear tell this report is nothing more than a complete cop-out, coverup, apologia (use whatever damning term you wish) for the parties who enabled the running of these homes.  Despite the fact that the report essentially confirms the majority of the allegations – critics have excoriated the commission for the manner in which it ascribes “responsibility” for the outrages.  If you’ve been reading the first part of this article I’m sure you can guess the cause of that criticism.

You got it…”pronoun trouble”.

The greatest cause of concern for critics appears to be encapsulated in this section of the report, found at the start of the executive summary:

“…Women who gave birth outside marriage were subject to particularly harsh treatment. Responsibility for that harsh treatment rests mainly with the fathers of their children and their own immediate families. It was supported by, contributed to, and condoned by, the institutions of the State and the Churches. However, it must be acknowledged that the institutions under investigation provided a refuge - a harsh refuge in some cases - when the families provided no refuge at all.”

To those who would see this report as flawed it is the sentence reading “Responsibility for that harsh treatment rests mainly with the fathers of their children and their own immediate families” that grates the most.  To them this seems to be placing the blame for what went on in Ireland squarely on the people (“families”) of Ireland, rather than some convenient “other”, such as “the Churches” or “the State”.  This, in their mind, cannot be allowed to happen.  No, the good people of Ireland were duped, forced, coerced, “brainwashed” into letting thousands of women march into these homes over the course of 75 or so years.  Certainly, there is no way that what was going on was known of or tacitly approved.  Sure, those same critics may have nodded their heads approvingly when reading the above discussion concerning “Hitler’s Willing Executioners”. Those same critics certainly would have agreed that a society’s ability to claim some degree of ignorance for practices that went on for a dozen years would reduce to near nothing by the time those events stretched out for, say, 50 years.  Once things are that extreme there is no way to avoid responsibility.

Remember that? Now, remember how long a period the “Mother and Baby Home” report covers?

To refresh, that would be 1922 to 1998. Seventy-six years.

The Commission’s report is simply asking that the people of Ireland accept the fact that something that went on in their own backyards for over three quarters of a century was their responsibility.  If the Germans would be expected to cop on after about one decade – is it too much to think that the Irish might have noticed something after seven?  After all – it was the Irish Church, it was the Irish State that was involved in the running of these institutions.

One can understand the victims of abuse in those homes being frustrated by the report.  It cannot be comforting to accept that a complete and unbiased assessment of the practices arising in those hell holes concluded that the most responsible party for what happened was “their own immediate families”.  It must be incredibly difficult to hear this, to see it put down in black and white.  But, as harsh as that may be the fact remains that it was not the job of the commission to comfort the victims.  Their job was to tell them the truth – to tell us the truth - and that truth hurts.

Those critics who insist that the report is biased against the “Irish people” and in favour of the institutions of Church and State are not a fringe group.  For just one example, the politician who I personally admire the most from my time here in Ireland, Mary McAleese, has roundly criticised the conclusion of the commission for having understated the role of the patriarchal Catholic Church in enabling what went on in the homes.  However, on this one I think the former President is overstating things when she says that “the Catholic Church imposed a culture of fear on uneducated people”.  This comes very close to calling the Irish people of that 76-year period stupid.  They weren’t stupid people.  The level of education afforded the average Irish citizen of the time was far in advance of many other countries.  Similar schemes did not arise in those countries.  As to the role of the Catholic Church – McAleese acknowledges in her own statement that the report found willing participants in all churches of the time – it’s a bit unfair to then ignore this fact to concentrate only on the Catholic end of things.

But the litany of blame and shame was unending in the weeks since the report was published.  McAleese was far from alone in her condemnation of the report’s findings and methodology.  Opposition TD’s were vocal in opposing its conclusions, the Minister to whom it was addressed did not endorse its methods and Catherine Connolly, the Deputy Chair of the Dail, actually said that the report “…bears no connection to the testimony given by the women and men that came forward…”.  One wonders how anyone could actually read the report and say that, but it’s easy to make generalisations if there are no consequences.  The barrage extended to the airwaves, where shows like the usually quite even-handed “Live Line” and its host Joe Duffy entertained days and days of a parade of critics of the report who did not appear to have actually read it, beyond the words of the summary quoted above.  The Commission, insofar as they saw it, absolved the Church or State of any fault (it does not) while blaming the “victims” for the abuses carried out in the homes.  Of course, it did no such thing. One can certainly understand victims taking out their frustrations on air – but should there not be some obligation on the part of the broadcasters involved to temper this onslaught with an even-handed assessment of the actual report?  As I said – if not – who is ever going to take on the burden of such a task again? 

The commission could have taken the path of least resistance and condemned the governments in place at the time or the “all pervasive influence of the Church” as the primary causes of the abuses. They could have done that – but then they would not have been true to their mission. 

I say this while understanding the enhanced role of the Catholic Church in Irish life during the period in question.  But, I also have to say that I cannot, as a student of history, ascribe that enhanced role to the manipulations of the Church alone.  The report is correct in concluding that the Church was a tool that “condoned” the treatment meted out in those homes. But it was exactly that – a tool – wielded in the hands of the people that demanded this type of service.  “The Church” is a convenient scapegoat – mainly because it should have simply walked away from those demands but did not.  However, consider this:

There was a powerful Church in Poland.

This didn’t happen there.

There was a powerful Church in Latin America.

This didn’t happen there.

There was a powerful church in Italy.

This didn’t happen there.

The factor concerning “the Church” in Ireland that wasn’t present anywhere else was…

Ireland.

Okay – so what about the State? If the Church was only running these institutions on behalf of someone else wouldn’t that “someone else” be the Irish State and its own selfish concerns?  Isn’t it the crass politicians who are really to blame for this?

Not so fast.  I have no doubt that there were “crass politicians” at work during this period – but they were operating in a democratic society. Ireland’s supposed “uneducated” mob were educated enough to put in place a government and a working constitution at the outset of the period covered by the report, and that included the secret ballot.  The level of development of the Irish State during the period in question was, again, measurable against other similarly situated nations.

Australia had a similar form of government.

This didn’t happen there.

Canada had a similar form of government.

This didn’t happen there.

New Zealand had a similar form of government.

This didn’t happen there.

The factor that was present concerning “the State” in Ireland that wasn’t present elsewhere was:

Well, you know what.

Here is the harsh and bitter truth.  This is not a parallel to scandals involving clerical abuse or political chicanery.  The report firmly establishes that the treatment of single, unwed mothers and their children as “undesireables” did not arise primarily from either a theological or a political source. It would certainly appear that, if you are looking for a basis for this sort of discriminatory bias, there were strong socio-economic elements at play. When single mothers were allocated a bed in an established, public, maternity hospital they were routinely subjected to abuse from fellow patients and staff who saw them as “unworthy” competitors for scarce resources. While the Church and State were contributing factors, the reason Irish society gave rise to substandard and cruel Mother and Baby Homes is because that is what Irish society wanted. Full stop. Your, (nope, in this case I’m in this pronoun as well) our great grandparents, grandparents, parents – maybe our early selves did something very bad, and unless we were in those homes it wasn’t done to us but by us.

By us.

That is hard to absorb but in many ways it is the truest lesson to be learned from the findings of this report.  The need to self-assess, on an ongoing and continuous basis, is now recognised in boards of large corporates who have started to undertake such annual exercises.  The same is true of other important organisations and structures.  All such groups need to learn how to take good hard looks at themselves – and the same is true for societies as well.  The fact that the answers which might be found there are revealing, embarrassing or harsh is exactly the point of the exercise – by acknowledging the same the hope is that the problem might be corrected – or at least not repeated.

Of course, you say, there is little or no chance of such things happening in Ireland today.  Surely we’ve learned our lesson – we are enlightened, not a slave to powerful interests but the masters of them.  Not bound by superstition or subject to stigmatising victims. 

Surely not.

The fact is – I didn’t write this to open myself up to criticism for being an outsider sticking my nose into things that are none of his business.  To being a muckraker who is talking of things of which he cannot truly know. 

Busybody. 

Know-it-all.

Troublemaker. 

Nope, the only reason I would do this is if I thought there was a chance that this sort of thing was still going on, that people are being hurt RIGHT NOW because of the same old lack of self-awareness, the same old mistakes.

So, are these sorts of things still happening?

They are – and, once again, people have been trying to tell us so for years – years - and once again, we are not listening. 

Look at the pronoun.

WE are not listening.

Listen now.

The Fault, Dear Brutus…

The full quote from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar is “The fault dear Brutus lies not in our stars, but in ourselves”.  The bard is thought to have been saying that the reason Rome was under threat was not due to the fates but to the individuals in question, in this case, Cassius, Brutus, the Roman Senators.  Shakespeare, a wizard at punning, may have also been presaging the use of the term “stars” in a more modern sense in that destiny should not be ascribed to heroes or giants of the times – but to the people who make those “stars” important.  Either reading indicates that one should not seek to blame events on something other than oneself when you have the ability to determine that fate.  If you turn your gaze from something that should be confronted – don’t act shocked when the true extent of the horrors at play become apparent.

I’m going to describe events that took place in Waterford some time (but not too long) ago, and in the cause of full disclosure I will say that one of the victims of those events, Jason Clancy, is someone I consider a friend and to whom I am related through my in-laws.  That doesn’t change anything I’m about to relate, but as a reader you should know that fact. 

Jason, and a number of other people in Waterford, have been in the news over the past few years because of the actions of a convicted paedophile by the name of Bill Kenneally.  Kenneally preyed on young men he ensnared while acting as a basketball coach, subjecting them to sexual abuse, virtual torture and blackmail.  He avoided punishment for these crimes for years.  First, he did this by means of pure shame.  The victims could not bring themselves to open up about the things done to them because they feared the embarrassment and scorn that they felt this would bring down upon them.  They felt that people, as a whole, not “the Church” or “the State”, would not understand what had happened – what had been done – to them. There is substantial evidence that this fear was not unfounded.  Substantive allegations have been made that An Garda Siochana were aware of and improperly handled allegations of Kenneally’s abuse from the mid-1980’s onward.  It would not have been unreasonable for anyone knowing of this fact to avoid the possibility of being ignored yet again when contemplating whether to pursue justice.

Then, one day, Jason – by now a father with a growing family – saw a news clipping that indicated Bill Kenneally was still involved in coaching children.  Despite the fact that he seemed to have gotten beyond the immediate impact of the abuse (an impression that was largely cosmetic) Jason decided that this should not stand.  Recruiting a group of people he knew or suspected of having been abused themselves they bravely brought their allegations of abuse to the authorities.  After overcoming many obstacles they got their day in court – and the predator paedophile Bill Kenneally was convicted and sentenced to 14 years in prison.  Kenneally’s victims continue to come forward, and he faces even more charges and potential prison time for those allegations.

But it wasn’t just the direct allegations of abuse that the victims brought forward.  They likewise presented compelling evidence of what they saw as obstruction of justice arising out of the complaints made concerning Kenneally’s activities from further back in time.  These charges were taken seriously enough for the government to set up a commission, headed by Judge Barry Hickson, to look into the events in question.

You would think that the parties subject to that investigation might not seek to further victimise the people abused by Bill Kenneally.  Would have the decency not to interfere in the efforts to root out institutional problems.  Would want to seek to improve on this abysmal past performance.

You would think.

Think again.  Let’s face it – groups very often seek to protect their own before seriously investigating whether that is something worth protecting.  That’s why the rest of us have an obligation not to rely solely upon blaming those “others” for doing what comes naturally.  What came naturally in this case was that, rather than keeping anyone who might influence the investigation into what happened in Waterford away from, you know, Waterford – An Garda Siochana reassigned and promoted the parties directly involved to positions of authority in, you know…,

Waterford. 

This seems unbelievable – but it happened.  Here’s a summary in the words of the victims themselves:

STATEMENT FROM BILL KENNEALLY VICTIMS- Please Share

As you are aware the Government ordered a Commission of Investigation into the handling of the Paedophile Bill Kenneally case by the State Agencies and Church as a result of us furnishing the Minister for Justice with a dossier from our own investigations, “THE CLANCY DOSSIER” which contains very very serious allegations against Superintendent Anthony Pettit and other members of An Garda Síochána. These allegations are so serious that the Government ordered a Commission of Investigation be set up in November 2018 headed up by Judge Barry Hickson. Over the last 2 years the Hickson Commission has been carrying out its investigations. In particular this investigation centres around the Waterford Gardai and Superintendent Anthony Pettit who headed up the investigation into Paedophile Bill Kenneally at the time. Over 2 years ago Anthony Pettit was promoted to Superintendent and was transferred to Portlaoise District to take up his new role. It was brought to our Solicitors Attention of April this year that Superintendent Anthony Pettit who is being investigated by the Hickson Commission could possibly be transferred back to Waterford to be Superintendent of the Waterford Division, the very Garda Station which is being investigated. Our Solicitors, Phoenix Law, wrote immediately to Garda Commissioner Drew Harris outlining our objection to any transfer of Superintendent Anthony Pettit to Waterford until after the findings of the Hickson Commission investigation into him and Waterford Gardai. At that time we did not get a substantive response from Garda Commissioner Drew Harris. Last week Superintendent Anthony Pettit was officially transferred to take responsibility for the Waterford Garda division as and from today 8th October. On the 4th October our Solicitors again wrote to Garda Commissioner Drew Harris again outlining our concerns and that he is effectively undermining the integrity and independence of the Hickson Commission Investigation and also infringing on our human rights as victims and was put on notice of High Court action should the transfer not be quashed by 7th October. Today however Superintendent Anthony Pettit did take up his position as Superintendent of Waterford District. This is a very serious matter and the circumstances which now arise as a result of Garda Commissioner Drew Harris actions are that the very persons under investigation will now be tasked with responsibility of the Waterford District. It is now plainly impossible for An Garda Síochána to demonstrate any capacity for practical independence in the circumstances. Our Solicitors gave Garda Commissioner Drew Harris a deadline of 5pm yesterday to quash Superintendent Anthony Pettit’s transfer otherwise we will be applying to the High Court for an urgent Judicial Review to postpone the transfer until after the findings of the Hickson Commission of Investigation. Garda Commissioner Drew Harris didn’t even have the manners to respond to our Solicitors correspondence. So, we will now be applying today to the High Court for a Judicial Review. It is further incomprehensible that Superintendent Anthony Pettit we understand is in the process of possibly being promoted once more to the rank of Chief Superintendent in the near future while this investigation is ongoing. It has been 8 Long years since I first went to Superintendent Anthony Pettit about Paedophile Bill Kenneally, I never imagined it would end up in a Commission of Investigation. It is a very tiring and stressful journey for all of us but we are determined to fight for Justice and this full story will eventually be told in it’s entirety. To Garda Commissioner Drew Harris you should hang your head in shame for doing this to the victims of Bill Kenneally, we will overcome this through the High Court and we will keep fighting for justice to the bitter end !!

The mind boggles.  But not at the idea that An Garda Siochana are attempting this – that is what institutions do when they are not properly reined in.  They cannot comprehend that their authority to do something like this should be questioned – because it has never been questioned.  There is now supposed to be a Commission looking in to whether there was an active cover up of these matters.  This gave great hope to the victims that there would actually be something done to investigate and address both what had happened and shouldn't have as well as the important questions surrounding what didn't happen but should have.  That was, there was great hope until Jason approached the people who were supposed to be running this effort and was told "Sure, we had hoped you'd take care of the, you know, "investigating" part of this investigation".  Seriously - this really happened. Victim of Bill Kenneally asked to contact other victims on behalf of Commission of Investigation (irishexaminer.com) 

The impact of this debacle on the victims is devastating.  While their acknowledged mistreatment at the hands of the authorities is "investigated" those same authorities proudly advance their careers and interests in the backyards of the victims themselves.  Again, this callousness is perhaps best expressed by Jason himself:

From my point of view as an adult and what I know now, I find it difficult still to this day to comprehend in my soul what was or is more painful, the actual abuse itself or the fact that so many people in authority knew I was being abused as a young boy and could have taken me out of my misery at any stage but choose not to do so for whatever reason. I still struggle with this. It's irrelevant as to whatever era it was, the bottom line was a child was being destroyed and adults just looked on or turned a blind eye.

When I look back now to the little boy I was, its often difficult to articulate what my life was like. From my perspective back then I think the easiest way to describe my childhood would be this:  Can you imagine being in a show on stage, the curtains are pulled back and the first scene is that of a busy town. There are many people walking around the stage going about their business in the usual manner, saying good morning to each other, doing their normal jobs. The postman delivering his post, the milkman delivering his milk, the shopkeeper selling his groceries, the police smilingly directing traffic, etc - all in this scene. There are also children on the stage in the middle of all this hustle and bustle, running around playing, smiling, laughing - doing the things children do. As all this hustle and bustle is going on and people are busy going about their business, a man pulls one of the children into the wings of the theatre and abuses the child in the shadows of the stage. This adult then goes, un-noticed, back out onto the stage leaving the child devastated in the wings. That child then has to get himself together, and march back out onto that stage smiling his best smile, laughing and playing, putting on a show, terrified someone may find out. Paedophiles are like that. They operate in the shadows, never out in the open, and they live their lives half in the shadows and half out as a normal person in society. So, I too then had to live my childhood half in the shadows and the other half out in society with my friends and family, lying to everyone around me, terrified my secret would be found out. From that point on my childhood was changed forever, living half in the shadows and half out with friends and family, smiling my best smile while absolutely crumbling inside.  I think this is probably the best description I can articulate to people today when relating what I was going through back then. What I’m struggling with now is different.  Imagine, if you will, finding out that many of those adults who were on stage actually knew what was going on in the wings, knew what was being done to that child – and did nothing because to speak up would have been “inconvenient”. Went on with the play, continued the make believe.  As an adult I have made a difficult peace with the abuse itself - but the difficulty I have now and will have until this Commission is over, is to try to fathom the amount of people who knew what I was going through during those years and turned a blind eye. This is something I have yet to make peace with.

That is a devastating statement – but not just for those who were victims of this abuse and neglect.  Anyone who fails to stand up and demand change in this instance should not be able to benignly shrug things off later with a “sure, didn’t we all know what was going on” when the shit hits the fan somewhere down the line.  Instead – you will be a willing executioner, you will be one of those silent actors – you will be where the blame “rests mainly”.  If there are enough of us – that pronoun will once again inconveniently change to “we”.

Here is what is at stake – if you do not want to repeat the errors made in the Mother and Baby Home situation, in respect of the Magdalene Laundries, in other child abuse scandals – question this now!  Demand that proper procedures are followed, that common sense is applied. There comes a point in time when the collective responsibility for what goes on under our own noses must be assigned to the owner of said nose. Unless we are willing to acknowledge that we (there’s that pronoun again) are responsible for what is done in our name – then we are doomed to seeing these events repeat again and again. The victims of Bill Kenneally are not abstract images from sixty years ago.  They live among us now, are suffering now, need our help and concern now.  No one should be able to foist their indignation off on an imagined “other” if people do not insist, loudly, that this sort of nonsense stop –and realise that the power to make it stop is within our grasp.  Otherwise…

The fault, Dear Brutus…

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