AMERICA’S INCONVENIENT REVOLUTION: FALSE NARRATIVES | FAUX PATRIOTS

FALSE NARRATIVES | FAUX PATRIOTS:  The  ’Occupy Wall Street’ Movement

“The people who [are] trying to make this world worse are not taking a day off. Why should I ?”     –Bob Marley

Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

While they’re standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what’s theirs

Don’t you know
You better run, run, run, run, run,
run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run,
run, run, run, run, run

Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin’ bout a revolution
Talkin’ bout a revolution

You are on your way to work and encounter crowds. Or maybe you cannot get to the Equinox Fitness Club or New York Sports Club on Wall Street to do a class or lift weights because of the combination of post 9/11 security around the NYSE and the Occupy Wall Street movement. What do you encounter? A seemingly incoherent, unkempt mob stationed in a park, filling the sidewalk and marching down the street.  Many look disheveled. Quite a few are younger than you. Some have a trendy pair of blue jeans and hip t-shirts and have an Apple MacBook or an iPhone so you mistakenly conclude that they are all a bunch of trendy hipsters or trustafarian’s; and mutter to yourself, “as if there is a difference.”  Those lazy kids should be looking for work you think to yourself.  As reported in Reuters, One Wall Street banker described the protesters as “a bunch of whiny people who are lazy or incompetent and have nothing to do with their time” and even other smug bastards on Facebook laugh at the revolution.   But then you remember, maybe they down sized some good folks at your company recently and your buddy down the street lost his home to foreclosure and you have not seen or heard from him since. You begin to wonder how many pay checks you could live without before you are down there on the street with them, maybe permanently. Am I right? And then there are those pesky Vietnam Veterans who maybe look to you like they need a shower or more because they stepped out of some 1960’s protest and landed in 2011.

How many times have you thought to yourself your countrymen had become misguided, apathetic, complacent and otherwise consumed with irrelevant and bad pop culture?  Have you ever wondered why the people with their mixed messages seem confused, disorganized and incoherent to you? It is all by design. The Media is owned and controlled by the very same folks who created this unsustainable growing inequality in America. They created a “Culture of Distraction” to manipulate the minds of American citizens, turning them into mush. They have turned “the Sheeple” into consuming automatons, transfixed with the culture of celebrity and listening to music devoid of any value or soul. Today’s pop and hip-pop music is as barren as ever.  What was once the hip-hop movement which spoke to elevating our culture and empowering the people and another wise positive  forces for the course of humanity,was co-opted and bastardized into as hip-pop turning listeners away from righteous choices towards conspicuous consumption and crass materialism.  People have turned away from holistic values or any appreciation we are all connected whether we like it or not on this planet.  The godless have truly taken over. As you enable one way of life you collapse another. As stated by writer Katelyn Bald:  “It is precisely this kind of apathetic complacency which gave way to the deconstruction of our middle class.” Consider the following rant by George Carlin:

The era of disenlightenment is upon us but let us hope nevertheless that the people who truly need to join this Occupy Wall Street movement are not too busy watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey, American Idol or reading celebrity news and Entertainment Television to recognize the revolution brewing in the land.

Still now you have those contributing to the creation of false narratives, ‘Fluffing’ for the Kleptocracy or at least the continuance thereof; folks like Rush Limbaugh, Eric Cantor, Herman CainPeter King and Rich Lowry.  They stand in front of the cameras with their crisp blue suit and American flag pin prominently on display and like Benedict Arnold’s, all of them, they take positions against the best interests of their people and postulate that the protests are Un-American and an attack on Capitalism without any sort of acknowledgement that the ‘Social Contract’ is broken.  The hypocrisy extends to Tea Party Republicans who argue that the protesters are ‘ growing mobs seeking to divide a country.’ New York City Mayor Mike Bloomberg adds that what they are doing is  “trying to destroy the jobs of working people in this city.”

The foregoing folks argue, in effect,  that any attack on the existing system which has taken a Democratic Capitalist Society and turned it into a rigged game serving the interests of a handful of gluttonous insiders feeding on America’s economic carcass like kleptocratic uber vultures dining at the Staten Island dump is somehow an attack on the foundation of Capitalism itself and anti-business. Nothing could be further from the truth.  This is, however, an effective rubric for masking or insulating from critique the corrupted element within an otherwise legitimate system. Distrust of The Federal Reserve System also runs deep in America. One need only read the book  End The Fed by Ron Paul or listen to this incredible rant by an Occupy Wall Street protester Chris Savvinidis. There is and shall always be a place in this world for responsible capitalism, one that does not rape and pillage humanity.   They have in effect created a veritable or functioning Kleptocracy allowing this group to self deal themselves the nation’s wealth, using the U.S. Treasury as their personal piggy bank and your pension funds and retirement savings as a midnight snack.  As stated by Chris Savvinidis in response to critics who argue that critique of the existing system is anti-capitalism:

“If you’re asking me if I want to end the current system, I do, because that’s crony capitalism. It’s not real capitalism. Government’s hiding behind the name capitalism. What we have in this country are corporations who lobby in millions and millions of dollars to politicians and buy their votes for the highest bids…and Washington no longer speaks for us, they speak for all the big corporations and whoever has the most money.”

As I have stated before and must continue to repeat until it is quoted on every blog in the land:

“A society which is efficient for a few but grossly inequitable for many is not sustainable. It is not anti-business or Un-American to be humanist. A fair society is one which does not penalize success but it is also one that does not impede the progress of a majority of its citizens to fortify the extreme gluttony of a few. Civility, equity and compassion for your fellow citizen are not Un-American ideals.”

Why have these so called defenders or Liberty fight for the Liberty of 1% at  the expense of the other 99%? The existing social order with them as the guardians of the security of the Plutocracy has made them quite comfortable.  In a truly new world order by the people, there is no role for them. You see this little revolution is inconvenient for the Plutocrats and those who safeguard their interests. In their world, it is inefficient to strive for greater equity in society. Well let me tell you, this needs to get worse before it will get better. The Plutocracy and its way of  thinking must come to an end by any means necessary. Take a look at the following speech by Elizabeth Warren who is running to replace Koch-sucker Scott Brown in the U.S. Senate:

Some of you even decide in what they assume is a creative stylish play on words to pen “(un)Occupy Wall Street” blogs because they are inconvenienced getting to the gym on their lunch hour. The problem is that at least one in particular came across as a shallow attempt at intellectualism written by  a frat boy who is still employed and could not get to the gym to do some curls on time on his lunch hour as his country was collapsing around him.  Pobrecito! The real challenge is for the rest of us who are not occupying Wall Street daily is to use our voices to effect change wherever we can.  We need to emphasize that it is not anti-business to be humanist. Capitalism is not what is under attack. This is the narrative that criminal element that took over the free market uses to discredit the merits of the protest and deflect criticism of a rigged system.

Many folks do not understand how we are all connected in this system until one of the links on the fence breaks in their own front yard. So how is your fence doing?

Don’t blame your countrymen for finally waking up from the nightmare of the obliterated middle class.  The revolution may be inconvenient for many who are still employed, have a roof over their head, food in the fridge and some seemingly sound investments, but know that what is happening is necessary if America is to have any chance of surviving. We need this re-birth; A Cool Revolution and a new age of Wisdom. Know, accept and realize, in earnest, that America is simply not sustainable in its present form. Why the hell do you think the uber elite have been fortifying their positions in recent years?  Why do you think that the politicians have been doing the same thing? They knew that this day was coming. They had to know. Are you kidding me? Do you really believe otherwise? They know what America’s balance sheet truly looks like. You cannot drain all the water from a pool (i.e., the American Dream) and expect people to dive in without breaking their necks. Too many already have. And for this reason and many others, this is ‘Why the Elites Are in Trouble.’

The middle class should not be reduced to begging for Philanthropy.  As one who supports the charitable mission of  those entities who provide vital services and those that support such entities, despite the importance of philanthropy, I do believe, sincerely that if you reduce a society to begging the 1% to trickle down on the rest of us the proverbial 99%, your society is essentially doomed.

WARNING: To those who disparage, undermine or malign this movement in an effort to insulate the criminal class, be forewarned, the  defense of indefensible greed and corruption committed against the interests of the Citizens of the United States of America is not only criminal, but may in fact be treasonous.

HELPFUL LINKS

Occupy Wall Street Movement

-Occupy Wall Street
-Occupy Together
-Occupy Youtoube: Anonymous documents what the media blacks out.
-AnonOps Communicati0ns
-Anonymous Occupy Youtoube blog
-Global Revolution
-Adbusters
-OWS on Facebook
-OWS Livestream
-WaVe Movement (Facebook Page)
-Think Progress: The 99 Percent Movement
-Fair News & Opinion Portals: Truthout, Truthdig, Common Dreams, Think Progress, Mother Jones, The Nation, Media Watch, Media Matters, Countdown with Keith Olberman, The Young Turks, Cenk Uygur
-Paul Krugman: Panic of the Plutocrats, Fear the Oligarchs, not the Protesters, The Social Contract
-Cenk Uygur: “Washington is infested”
-Glenn Greenwald, “With Liberty & Justice for Some”

Key Editorial Perspective
-CBS News Coverage
-Paul Krugman, Nobel Prize Winning Economist with the NY Times
-Naomi Klein:  ”This is not the time  to be looking for ways to dismiss a nascent movement against the power of capital, but to do the opposite: find ways to embrace it, support it and help it grow into its enormous potential. With so much at stake, cynicism is a luxury we simply cannot afford.” read more about what the author of “The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism” had to say at Moveon.orgRachel Maddow Show and on Huffington Post
-NY Times, Protesters Against Wall Street: “It is not the job of the protesters to draft legislation. That’s the job of the nation’s leaders, and if they had been doing it all along there might not be a need for these marches and rallies. Because they have not, the public airing of grievances is a legitimate and important end in itself. It is also the first line of defense against a return to the Wall Street ways that plunged the nation into an economic crisis from which it has yet to emerge.”
-‘A New Shift in Power’: Documentary entitled “Nobody Can Predict the Moment of Revolution”Offers an Intimate Look at Occupy Wall Street
-Elizabeth Warren“The People on Wall Street Broke this Country”Elizabeth Warren is a Professor of Law at Harvard Law School. She served as Assistant to the President and Special Advisor to the Secretary of the Treasury for the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau. She is running for the U.S. Senate against Scott Brown. See also the Brad Blog for Elizabeth Warren’s commentary on ‘Debt Crisis’ & ‘Class Warfare’ and Vanity Fair: The Woman Who Knew Too Much.
-Chris Hedges, Truthdig: Why the Elites Are in Trouble / Truthout: Why the Elites are in Trouble
-Truthout News Analysis (Dean Baker): When Being Rich Makes Us Poor, People Should Occupy Wall Street
-New York Observer: Jesse LaGreca Continues to Destroy Media Bias of Occupy Wall Street on ABC’s This Week.
-Firedoglake, Kevin Gosztola: Why Establishment Media & Power Elite Loathe Occupy Wall Street
-Raw Story (Kate Wickman): WATCH: ‘I Am Not Moving’ compares Arab Spring to Occupy Wall Street
-The Guardian, Occupy Wall Street: if banks are too big to fail, are people too small to matter?

Rebuild America: The Solution? Or one of them?

-Building America’s Future
-Our Future
-Rebuild the American Dream
-RAI
-Fareed’s Take: Obama should declare a jobs emergency
-Van Jones on Rebuilding the American Dream (see also: Van Jones)

Inequality in America: Basis for Revolt

-Inequality.org: The Program on Inequality and the Common Good focuses on the dangers that growing inequality pose for U.S. democracy, economic health and civic life. It is a project of the Institute for Policy Studies and based in Boston, MA
-The United States of Inequality
-Who Rules America?
-Vanity Fair by Joseph E. Stiglitz: Of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%
-The Economist: The rich, the poor and the growing gap between them
-PBS, In Perspective: Tricia Rose on America’s growing inequality
-Robert ReichGrowing Inequality Is The Central Problem Of Our Age
-The Nation magazine:  Inequality in America
-The Nation Magazine by Robert Reich: Unjust Spoils
-Mother Jones: It’s the Inequality, Stupid

The American  System

-Nouriel RoubiniMarx was right about self-destruction of capitalism
-Vice Chairman of China’s CIC Says It’s Become Harder to Defend the U.S. Model
-Inside Job (trailer)
-Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spitzer (trailer)
-Zeitgeist (movie)
-Zeitgeist Addendum

The Danger

-The End of America: Letter of Warning to a Young Patriot (book) by Naomi Wolf
-The End of America (Trailer)
-“The End of America” Full Length HQ Film
-Bloomberg: Jobs crisis could spark riots here
-Kent State Massacre (Video): Could this happen in NYC? Will history repeat itself?

The Uprising

-Occupy Wall Street
-Zuccotti Park in Lower Manhattan: must-see site of the demonstrations
-In Protest the Power of Place (NY Times): As stated by Joe Mercurio on Facebook: “Just for background. Zuccotti Park, ironically formerly called Liberty Plaza Park was equally ironically renamed after John Zuccotti (Weil Gotshal & Manges) who was a deputy mayor under a Republican mayor of New York and company chairman of the owners Brookfield Office Properties on whose board the girlfriend of the current Republican mayor serves.”
-Global mass protests 15th October 2011
-Chris Hedges: [The Criminal Class that has seized power is scared but the]  Occupy Wall Street is ‘where the hope of America lies’
-My Great Depression (video)
-Nader, Ron Paul, Kucinich Speak to Occupy Wall Street
-The Huffington Post – Occupy Wall Street: NYPD Arrests 700 Protesters On Brooklyn Bridge
-The Guardian: Occupy Wall Street rediscovers the radical imagination: The young people protesting in Wall Street and beyond reject this vain economic order. They have come to reclaim the future
-Truthout: Wall Street Occupation Live Stream
-Occupy Wall St, SlutWalk, Hot Chicks, Van Jones by Zennie Abraham
-RT: Open-ended Wall Street occupation
-NPR by Joel Rose:  Wall Street Protests Stretch On, Reasons Vary
-Gothamist: Anonymous’s Occupation Of Wall Street
-UPI: Wall Street protesters morale ‘high’
-Michael Moore: The media ignores Wall Street occupation
-The Guardian, Occupy Wall Street: inquiries launched as new pepper-spray video emerges: NYPD officer Anthony Bologna faces two investigations as video emerges of a second pepper-spray incident
-NY Daily News: Pepper-spray videos spark furor as NYPD launches probe of Wall Street protest incidents
-Salon: Jon Stewart on the Wall Street pepper-spray attack
-Occupy Wall Street: ‘Pepper-spray’ officer named in Bush protest claim
-The Huffington PostAnthony Bologna, NYPD Officer Who Pepper-Sprayed Protester, Had Role In 2004 Incidents
-JP Morgan gave NYPD $4.6 million to strengthen security
-Truthout: Got Class Warfare? Occupy Wall Street Now!
-Greg Palast | Uber-Vultures: The Billionaires Who Would Pick Our President
-Trumka: AFL-CIO Will Support Occupy Wall St. Protest ‘In Every Way’ It Can

POLICE ACTION vs. OCCUPY WALL STREET: Evidence of Police Brutality: Premeditated and Orchestrated Assaults on Peaceful Protesters

-MSNBC on NYPD: Police Brutality during Occupy Wall Street Lawrence O’Donnell with “The Last Word”
-Keith Olbermann: “Police brutality” at Occupy Wall Street
-Shameful Police Action & Brutality at Occupy Wall Street
-BRAVE Occupy Wall Street Protester Speaks Out
-NYPD Violently Elbow Peaceful Female OccupyWallStreet Protestor Knocking Her To The Ground
-NYPD Caught On Camera Punching OccupyWallStreet Protestor In The Face
-NYPD officers give peaceful protester a concussion during OCCUPY WALL STREET
-Cops turn Violent: NYPD drag girl across the street at OccupyWallStreet
-Anonymous WARNING to NYPD
-Police Brutality? Like 100 NYPD Cops Slam Some 100 Year-Old Asian Man To The Concrete And Arrest
-Occupy Wall Street Brutality
-“I CAN’T BREATHE!” – Police Shoving at 10:30AM at Liberty Plaza Occupy Wall Street
-Police Arrest Protester for Drawing with Sidewalk Chalk @ Occupy Wall Street 9/19/11
-‘Occupy Wall Street’ – Young man brutally knocked down and arrested for talking to an officer
-NYC Citibank Occupation Arrests Customers for Closing their accounts.

SILENCING THE TRUTH

-THE SILENCING OF BANK WHISTLEBLOWERS:  Occupy Wall Street Sept 17: Protester speaks out
-Florida Congressman Alan Grayson on Occupy Wall Street
-Florida congressman Alan Grayson laughs in Ben Bernanke’s face
-Eliot Spitzer on Occupy Wall Street and fraudulent banking activities (on Olbermann’s show)
-OccupyWallStreet talks to Fox News & Crushes Them
-CNN Wants This Video Banned SEE WHY
-Nader, Ron Paul, Kucinich Speak to Occupy Wall Street – Original

Freedom to Fascism

-OccupyWallStreet George Carlin - Spreading The Truth!
-Charlie Chaplin
The Whole World Is Watching – Charlie Chaplin on Occupy Wall StreetLet Us All Unite!
Charlie Chaplin Speech – Occupy Wall Street! (Inception Soundtrack); see also United We Rise
-Aaron Russo: See Aaron Russo Memorial and Freedom to Fascism (Aaron’s last film)
-Anonymous Group: “We are Anonymous.  We are Legion.  We do not forgive.  We do not forget.  Expect us.” Yale Law refers to the group as an ‘Internet Subculture’. See: AnonNews.org, Why We Protest, AnonOps Communicati0ns
-Anonymous Educational Series: Freedom to Fascism (part 1)
-Anonymous Educational Series: Freedom to Fascism (part 2)
-Anonymous: Message to Ron Paul

A VIOLET NIGHT: NYU Langone Medical Center’s Violet Ball

Ken Langone & Friends Set $9.7 Million Dollar Fundraising Record in NYC

View of the Chrysler Building & Grand Central Station from Cipriani 42nd Street Photo Credit: Chris London's Blackberry Bold

View of the Chrysler Building & Grand Central Station from Cipriani 42nd Street Photo Credit: Chris London's Blackberry Bold

Looks like the stars were aligned just right tonight in the heart of New York City at Cipriani 42nd Street for the NYU Langone Medical Center’s Violet Ball where $9.7 million was raised by the city’s leading philanthropists for one of the most critically important institutions in this town, still “a helluva town” indeed.  NYU Langone is a special a place that many of my friends and family have turned to in a time of crisis and received truly “world class” medical care. So seeing this institution on sure footing is one that comforts a great many New Yorkers.

This was truly a historic evening. I feel honored to have been afforded a window to document a good part of it. The 2011 Violet Ball honored Trustee Fiona Druckenmiller and her husband Stanley Druckenmiller for their exemplary commitment and devotion to NYU Langone Medical Center and celebrated the Medical Center’s longstanding tradition of excellence in education, research, and patient care. The Druckenmiller leadership gift to the Neuroscience Institute and their commitment to clinical and research excellence in this field form the blueprint for a truly remarkable future in neuroscience (ok, some of that was from the press release but I verified it and its all true).

The 2011 Violet Ball was the highest single dinner fundraiser that I have covered for any institution in New York City since I started documenting philanthropy in NYC shortly after 9/11. I do not believe there has ever been a night of this level of fundraising for a single institution, medical or otherwise in the history of New York City. Aside obviously from the Robin Hood Foundation which targets poverty in New York City by finding and funding the best and most effective programs and partnering with them to maximize results, making them in effect a venture capital enterprise or feeder fund for the treatment of the things that ail or plague our perfectly imperfect society.

This is noteworthy because at a time where many may be inclined to level critique on the gilded classes I have over the last few years watched one man, an Italian-American I can proudly say, working in a rather resilient fashion, change the face of how charity works in this town. And as a Spanish/Italian American that makes me especially proud to be perfectly honest. Generations of New Yorkers will have Ken Langone to thank, to thank that he spent his golden years as a prolific fundraiser rather than relaxing or chilling on a lounge chair on a secluded Island drinking Mai Tai’s. The man with the heart of a lion is virtually unstoppable and I can only hope that for our sake he keeps going like the Philanthropic energy bunny that he is. As a former close female friend and confidante stated to me when she read my text message of this blog: “ I love Ken Langone, the man has big cajones and is truly a class act.”

Speaking of health, I am writing this blog on my blackberry from in front of my locker at Equinox where I am about to do some “preventative care.”

All the professional photos (or at least the ones I took with my Nikon) will be on Manhattan Society.com tomorrow but the best photo may have been taken with my blackberry outside Cipriani 42nd Street.  Yes, for it truly was a Violet Night thanks to Philanthropists Ken Langone and Stanley & Fiona Druckenmiller, even if the sky looked more periwinkle, close enough I say, close enough.

God bless them and New York City! Still a helluva town indeed.

Credit this report as from the heart and the photo as well as the rather quick prose to my Blackberry Bold. The things you have to do when you are a publisher, writer, photographer who has to work a day job to do the thing he loves to do at night –Life, Liberty & The Pursuit of Philanthropy. C’est la vie.

**A Special Thanks to Eileen Sullivan at Rubenstein Associates, Inc. for helping me expand my understanding of the world of philanthropy in New York City.

Summer in the 1970’s: My days on Cape Cod at Camp Good News

The quiet of the night, the darkness of the woods


Top Standing L-R Anthony DeFelice (Counselor), Scott Brown?, Chris Mejia London, ? ?, Rob Lane, a Russian Kid, Ron May. (Photo: personal files of Chistopher London.)


Anthony DeFelice, Rob Lane, Russian Kid, Chris Mejia-London, Charles, French Canadian Kid, Scott Brown? (Photo personal files of  Christopher London.)

My summers with Scott Brown and Ron May

More Than A Feeling

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

-Boston (1976)

By Christoher London, Esq.

The 1970’s on tranquil Cape Cod, the quaint Village of Forestdale in the Town of Sandwich, on the grounds of rustic Camp Good News (‘CGN’), seems now like a million years ago. Yet it is a place and time forever etched in my mind.

With growing anticipation I waited for the end of the school year, wondering whether my mom’s financial situation would allow her to send us to camp again.  With systematic efficiency we gathered summer clothes, making sure to have extra underwear and socks, not forgetting to have a sweatshirt and a heavy sweater or two for chilly nights on the Cape and sewed labels with our names into the clothes for identification.

It is hard to have a precise memory for people, places and things that happened over thirty plus ago. And in truth I cannot recall if the individual in those photos with me is Scott Brown. But nevertheless I do recall that said individual, though possessing most of the physical attributes of the classic mesomorph male, had a quiet withdrawn disposition evidencing perhaps a discomfort with his surroundings.


Scott at 10 and 13 ? at Camp Good News above.

Scott as a model in the 1980s.

Before I knew it that day would come when the pilgrimage to CGN would begin. From Penn Stationin the heart of New York City we would board a train headed toProvidence, Rhode Island where we were greeted by more camp staff and taken by bus to the camp.

Excitement was tempered with a degree of anxiety about the coming summer. Assorted questions ran through my mind: Would I get along with my bunkmates? Would I be well liked and fit in?  Would I distinguish my self in athletics on the Camp’s ‘A Field’?

It was not until we made that right turn off Route 130 and head down the road past the gate and the Camp Good News signthat it hit me that I would not be seeing my mom and dad for at least a few weeks. For a brief moment I wondered how they could send me away. Before I could get too sad about that there was a welcoming committee of smiling faces as the bus stopped and we were greeted by counselors and campers who had already arrived. The summer began.

And then, in the blink of an eye or so it seemed, we were heading back down that road in the reverse direction, waving goodbye, sometimes with tears in our eyes leaving behind folks who were like family for 8 weeks.

You swore you would never forget them, ever.

You swore you would never forget them, ever. That was when I began to realize I had the capacity to love and miss other people, people that were outside my own family, people from all different socioeconomic backgrounds and nationalities, people who were different in many ways than kids in my neighborhood.

It was also during this time away from the city, where my only close family member was my little brother Gregory who was at camp with me that I realized how much I really loved him. Whereas we lived in apartments in Queens and Brooklyn, some kids I met lived in the comfort of suburban affluence, had clothes with labels I had never seen before. Preppy is a word that now comes to mind, but I did not even know what that meant back then.

Oblivious to things that may have gone on there

Even though each summer seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, what fills the spaces of the time between are snapshots and snippets of life before innocence was lost. I was oblivious to things that may have gone on the Camp’s grounds and impacted selected individuals who are in the news these days;  much in the same way that similar things have gone on in the shadows of society for so long while others remained oblivious.

To a kid from the boroughs of New York City, the quiet of the night, the darkness of the woods, sounds of only frogs and crickets were eerily haunting; even more haunting in many ways than the sounds of the Mean Streets of 1970’s New York City up through the Summer of Sam. I was far more used to loud and consistent rumble of urban life.  Disturbances throughout the night, including the sound of police cars and  sanitation trucks comforted me.

Singing Christian songs I had never heard of before, making up dirty and disrespectful lyrics in the company of my more devious and irreverent new friends to get a laugh are things I can recall.

The mere idea of having to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night in the woods was terrifying. Ten year old machismo went out the window when you head out of your cabin with a flash light in the middle of the night to go pee pee. Maybe that is the reason why some of my cabin mates wet the bed.

Memories of morning chapel, singing Christian songs I had never heard of before and then making up dirty and disrespectful lyrics in the company of my more devious and irreverent new friends to get a laugh are things I can recall.  Chow time was like being in a lunch room at school, only slightly better, although we could serve ourselves extra portions. Kool Aid was called “bug juice”. That frankly creeped me out, especially on the days that the juice was red or green. I wondered whether there was actually a reason that bug was associated with juice.

The daily ritual of chapel followed by breakfast, mandatory athletic training, swimming lessons, lunch, rest period with a brief bible reading, followed by free sports and free swim and then dinner time are a fading memory. After dinner, sometimes we had snack bar night or would sing camp songs by a fire and roast marshmallows. The routine made the days and nights pass with a blur. But when in Rome do as the Romans do. The highlights were for me were excelling in swimming, softball and archery. In your adolescence and teens these are the kinds of things that open doors socially and make one popular with one’s peers. Whether it was my own egocentric view of the world at that age, I knew I stood out.

The faces change as the years go by. But I do recall vividly being taught how to play defense and field my position more aggressively by counselor Tom Donahue who treated me like a prodigy. He would hit hard grounders at me repeatedly until I developed a proficiency that made me feel like Cincinnati Red Shortstop, Dave Concepcion. It may sound insignificant but it made me feel like a stud fielder when I came back to play in the Forest Hills Little League in Queens. My shyness in talking to folks was overcome by a confidence that I excelled at a number of things and that there were others who were clearly less confident and secure than me.

Meeting and sharing a cabin with Ron May and Ernest “Ernie” Milnes

I never had any idea anything more was going on, despite the fact that campers had contentious relations with Ernie Milnes.

The name Ron May comes to mind. Ron was a young, studious, intellectual type with a proficiency in Chess, although he was somewhat unsettled, quirky and even combative at times. That is my recollection, 30 years or so later. Like me Ron was also from Queens, New York.  In retrospect one can see that maybe perhaps he was dealing with issues, ones that fall outside the grasp or comprehension of an adolescent or teenager.

We shared in common that Ernest “Ernie” Milnes, was also my counselor. Ernie had also visited me in New York City at my parents apartment in Queens. I recall him having Thanksgiving dinner with us, perhaps on one of his visits to Ron May, but he never stayed over. I never had any idea anything more was going on, even despite the fact that it was also true like Ron said in his interview with the Boston Globe that campers had contentious relations with Ernie Milnes. I just assumed it was because he seemed to be a regimented and difficult sonofabitch.

I recall friendly banter and exchanges with now Dr. Steve Brooks, now the assistant President of Camp Good News. Brooks was an avid Philadelphia Phillies fan while I was more enamored with the Big Red Machine. We would argue about Mike Schmidt, Greg Luzinski and Steve Carlton vs. my idol Johnny Bench and his teammates Pete Rose, Joe Morgan, Tony Perez,Don Gullet and company. He would often share the sports section of his newspaper and review the standings and statistics with me.

The Six Inch Rule

In my teen years at the Camp the “six inch rule” was in effect. At the teen level there was more interaction between the boys and girls camp. The penalty for getting caught too close in proximity with a girl was, having to wear a life preserver to meals so that every one in the entire mess hall knew the two people who were caught violating said rule.

Her strawberry kiss was a drug. And I was hooked.

The rule got violated relatively infrequently as the counselors seemed pretty aware of who the violators or potential violators were. When I was 14 and the girl I had a crush on the entire prior summer decided she liked me, I was finally able to learn what making out with a girl was really all about.

How fantastic was the taste of her strawberry lip gloss, which she later sealed her letters with. Her kiss was a drug. And I was hooked. I knew that this was something I was going to have happen very often.  With the acuity and precision of a highly skilled surgeon combined with New York City street smarts, I made sure it did and often avoided detection. I rarely wore a life preserver. ;-)

Odie Baloney Let’s Go! Time for Color War at Camp Good News

Color War was an event where the camp was divided in two teams to compete in sports, spirit, and sportsmanship tests over the course of several days, culminating in an awards ceremony. We never knew precisely what day it would begin. The exact date was kept a secret but we were advised that it would begin with a bell being rung followed by the nd before the crack of dawn. We stumbled out of our bunks, cabins emptied and ran to the rallying cry ”Odie Baloney let’s go” on a loudspeaker by our Head Counselor who was known as “Oakie” for obvious reasons. Let’s just say he was not a New Yorker. I can still remember went that bell first went off. It was approximately 4:30 a.m. areporting line in PJ’s, shorts and t’s, sweats. When everyone finally made it to the line, the team that got its whole team together first was awarded the first points and got to give their rallying cry. One year when my little brother was on the winning team, theirs went a little like this.  ”Give me an L, give me a yell, give me a good successful yelland when we yell we yell like a bell and this is what the heck we yell aleman aleman alemande agle sandy eagle….baby in a high chair, who put him up there…  ma…pa sis boom ba. Iguana’s, Iguana’s rah rah rah. ”

How The Other Half Lives at nearvy Camp Bournedale

A trip to Camp Bournedale and another luxury camp for an inter camp softball game, opened my eyes to how the other half lived. In a scene reminiscent to The Bad News Bears, we arrived in our rag tag outfits, jeans and CGN t-shirts at a camp with facilities, including a softball field that resembled Fenway Park, minus the Green Monster. The A Field at Good News was nice, but we did not have professionally drawn chalk lines, overhead lights and grass manicured to resemble that of a Major League Baseball Team.  Everything from their gear and swagger reeked of professionals, at least from the perspective of a 12 year old.

As one of the team’s stud performers, it would be humiliating to be run off the field without much of a fight. In my first at bat, I recall refilng a line drive over second base and jogging to first base only to realize that the short center fielder was trying to throw me out at first. I barely beat the throw or at least the umpire said I did. We eventually lost and most of us could not wait to get back on the bus, all maybe except John Freeman, who attended Fordham Prep in the Bronx and though small in stature he was big in heart and he would walk with his chest out and a stern look on his face promising to exact revenge.  As I had not a chest to speak of and pretty skinny arms, that seemed pointless.

Humble or rustic Camp Good News

My confidence was hardly undermined. If anything I was just curious about these different worlds, different people and opportunities.  I liked everything about New England, from the people  to the clam chowder.  I realized how humble or rustic were CGN’s facilities and yet I was more than fine with that because I sensed that I was part of something special. Even though much of the Christian under current did not always entirely resonate with me, being there made me more confident about my place in the universe. I was developing more than athletic skills while recognizing the importance of community values, developing a sense of humility and learning that there were in fact greater pursuits in life than my own ego and self indulgence. On work days when we engaged in charitable works or painted a church, I complained but had a feeling that maybe someday I would look back on this differently. Or maybe that was what my counselors told me.

Bournedale made me realize now that my parents did not send me to a luxury camp and that Willard-Brooks clan were not in this business for the dough. Although $800-1,000 for the summer seemed like a lot a million dollars to me back then. I was always grateful my parents and then after divorce, my mother came up with the funds.

Camp Good News later served as a caricature of my naivete. To even mention the name Camp Good News, referencing the Good News of the Bible, would always extract a chuckle the few times I mentioned attending such a place among my more secular friends. And that was back in the 1980’s when I was in college at Boston University and subsequently in law school at the University of Pennsylvania.  Maybe even as a city boy, I was  more naïve, for if the current headlines are correct in their suggestion that there was a dark undercurrent that I was completely and totally unaware of.   While I am no Senator’s son, maybe that nevertheless makes me the fortunate one. My youthful innocence was not lost on the Cape but it is becoming increasingly clear that for others it certainly was. To the contrary, my respect for community, our maker and a love for humanity in all its forms was only beginning to develop. Camp Good News was for me thus, more than a feeling.

Chris London, Esg. is a New York City based lawyer, activist, writer and founder of ManhattanSociety.com, a 501 (c) (3) conduit; a free press vehicle for essential New York Charity and Culture. Sheepshead Bay High School 1980. Boston University, B.A., Economics with High Honors, 1984. University of Pennsylvania Law School, J.D., 1987.

NOTE: This blog was published initially on the Cape Cod Today news site, resulting in a follow up interview with FOX News in Boston.  See: “Former Camper May Have Pictures of Scott Brown at Camp Good News”

The KOCH-iuzsko & Other Political Bridges to Nowhere

Bloomberg’s Political Follies Continue

The Queensboro Bridge, also known as the 59th Street Bridge, in New York City. Photo by Kevin C. Fitzpatrick, Dec. 2, 2007

The Queensboro Bridge, also known as the 59th Street Bridge, in New York City. Photo by Kevin C. Fitzpatrick, Dec. 2, 2007

The Bloomberg follies continue. On the heels of the administration’s bungling of the Snowstorm of 2010, the questionable appointment of Cathie Black to New York City Schools Chancellor, replacing Joel Klein,  the subsequent removal of Ms. Black and the installation of deputy mayor, Dennis Walcott, Bloomberg was not done.

In  an effort perhaps to dig himself out of a Cathie “Black-hole” and bolster his own legacy, the Mayor now seems equally committed to is enhancing the legacy of those helped dig the hole for his third term shoveling dirt over the will of the people. The Queensboro Bridge often referred to as the 59th Street Bridge by many life long Bridge & Tunnel New Yorkers like myself, has been renamed the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, after former three term Mayor and outspoken Bloomberg loyalist, Ed Koch.

At a ceremony signing the renaming legislation into law on Monday, the Mayor praised Ed Koch as the quintessential New Yorker, and stated as follows:

“He’s tough, outspoken and passionate about our city. It was his resiliency that made Ed Koch such a great Mayor. And it was under his leadership that New York City rebounded from the depths of fiscal crisis in the 1970s.” said Mayor Bloomberg.”

See also: Ed Koch and The Rebuilding of New York City

An acquaintance stated a view with which I concur:

“I am not against memorials just don’t think we should memorialize bridges until people have been dead for at least 20 years. It took us 50 years to build a National WW II Memorial for Pete’s sake.”

Unless I am mistaken, Edward I. Koch is very much still alive.  And while he may certainly otherwise be a decent human being and an interesting New York character, the timing of Bloomberg’s re-naming the Queensboro Bridge reeks of political patronage. And I say this with all due respect as someone who has not contempt or distaste for either Koch or Mike Bloomberg.

To quote Bugs Bunny, this is not about “dog piling on the rabbit” and joining the chorus of critics like Crains who have referenced Bloomberg’s Third Term Blues or The New York Daily News’ Mike Lupica who stated that “Bloomberg’s third term a Dud” and accuses him of ‘wandering through his third term as Cathie Black hiring backfires.’

The timing of the memorialization of the Queensboro Bridge simply illustrates how out of touch are both men with the citizens of the wider metropolitan area. If you know anything at all about Queens, you will know that nobody living there will ever refer to this as ‘The KOCH’.  To date nobody I know or grew up with even refers to the Triborough Bridge as the Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Triborough Bridge after the late Senator of New York. But maybe in time more folks will.  The late U.S. Senator and former United States attorney general in his brother  John F. Kennedy’s administration, at least earned it with historic work during the Civil Rights era, profound visionary speeches, a revolutionary spirit and paid a very dear price with his life for ‘Speaking Truth to Power’, when even few will today.  Hell, you even “tweak” power now and it makes you an outcast.  Furthermore,  quite notably the memorialization of that bridge was done four decades since his passing,  not while he was still alive.

The Koch or KOCH-iuzsko

At this juncture it is hard to see how political patronage is even necessary, useful or constructive. Nevertheless, Mayor Bloomberg may have instead and more wisely chosen to attach Koch’s name to a tired old bridge which has been in the headlines in recent years, like  the Kociuzsko Bridge and renamed it the KOCH-iuszko or simply shortened it to the Koch, because at least then in a dumb down society, one that no longer has any appreciation for history or tradition, would ever have known the difference or its roots to the Polish-Lithuanian volunteer who was a General in the Revolutionary War.

Mayor Mike, you see while I still do love you on many levels and appreciate very much what you bring to the table for the city, specifically your most charitable nature, administrative expertise,  doing this on the heels of Cathie Black fiasco, you exhibit to the masses in the boroughs that are not on the Upper East Side that maybe you don’t get it, them or REAL New Yorkers, outside your enclave of elites.  And even so, I am still pulling for your Mayor Mike because we are living in surreal times and to rip you to shreds while we are mired in some of the worst economic times in American history will not put people back to work, help them pay their rent, avoid the growing homelessness problem or put food on the table

So, Mayor Mike, how about the Giuliani Expressway? Why? Because without the support and endorsement of Mayor Rudy Giuliani, shortly after 9/11 you might never have been have been on the fast track to Mayor, your candidacy derailed by Mark Green of all people and New York City might no longer be worth living in, unless you were in a Brownstone on 79th Street that is.  Now that type of patronage makes more sense. To honor Koch before Giuliani may be kind as he is getting on in years but it is less symbolic of your comprehension of the roots of transformation of New York City or the recognition that memorials are best made once folks are long deceased and viewed in the proper historical context.

Bloomberg Legacy: Is There Anything Left in the Tank?

Finally, on the often discussed  Presidential candidacy of the Medford, Massachusetts product who seems to have the perfect resume to steward America in these times, while I would still never count him out, despite the mediocre field of Republican candidates poised to challenge President Obama, it is truly now hard to see a legitimate path for Bloomberg to the White House.  From humble beginnings in Medford, Massachusetts, Michael R.  Bloomberg has grown to become a titan of Wall Street,  Billionaire CEO of Bloomberg LP,  a historical philanthropist, the first and still only Mayor  elected in Post 9/11 New York City and a respected world figure.  In the end, whether his legacy has him mired in the muck of local politics or he somehow rises above it all in a broad brush stroke is yet to be determined.

AMERICA: The End of The Good Life?

When Mortimer Zuckerman wrote about ‘The End of American Optimism’ in August of 2010, it captivated the essence of what I feel is happening in America right now. And while standing in briefly last week  for my brother and one of the best event photographers in New York City, Gregory Partanio, during cocktail hour at the Sing For Hope Gala at 583 Park Avenue and photographing one of my favorite singers in Tony Bennett, I got to thinking about whether it is in fact the end of The Good Life.  For one, I know that I will never be able again to sit at the Windows on the World at the World Trade Center sipping a glass of Opus 1 looking out over the glory of Manhattan from the highest point in the metropolis listening to the sounds of Bennett, Frank Sinatra or even Bobby Short.

Whether the American Empire is truly entering a period of decline merely a decade or so after some rather optimistic Conservatives formed the Project For the New American Century (”PNAC”)  while envisioning an American leadership position for the next 100 years,  is to me still a tad unclear. While I am a realist, I remain unwilling to throw in the towel. Nevertheless, it is hard to ignore the exact opposite feeling that many of us had after the election of Ronald Reagan in 1980 and for that matter the ‘Hope’ that Obama projected in his campaign in 2008. Two years into Obama’s Presidency and there is a lingering economic insecurity that has afflicted many of my fellow citizens with that infamous Italian disease known as “defunsalo” and for many reasons, it feels so different this time, like it may in fact be a permanent state of life for many of us in the Post-American World. As  aptly surmised again more recently by Zuckerman, ‘America’s Supreme Confidence Has Become a Malaise‘.

Furthermore, if rumors are to be believed our President and Congress might themselves look to follow Argentina’s lead and nationalize private pensions, another phrase for seize or otherwise get their hands on our individual retirement accounts; right after they eliminate their tax preferred status and continue in their war on capitalism or at least the effort to send a scare down the spine of every last investor, entrepreneur, small business owner or capitalist left standing in America  (See: Larry Kudlow, “Obama Declares War on Investors, Entrepreneurs, Businesses and More”).  On Wall Street, it has been postured that Money Never Sleeps even when the Stock Exchange is closed. But, the current administration may, however, actually be trying to give money a rest.  Should we continue down this path my fear is that America will no longer be the land of opportunity it once was but it will become a land where the middle class or what remains of it will be enslaved to pay the interest on our national debt from the crumbs of their minimum wage jobs, if we even have jobs.

“I have a big American flag on my house and people think I’m Robert E. Lee.”

-Jon Loew, Founder of Fuel For Truth

We have lost focus on the essence of what is most critical to the continued vitality of our Democracy: capitalism, free enterprise and individual liberty.  A new progressive fascism has seemingly led or contributed to a subtle unwinding of the American Nationalist spirit and pride; a disregard in some cases blatant and in other cases subtle.  The idea of America and Americanism itself is not merely under attack; but rather it is being diffused, dismantled, discarded, submerged and pushed aside at every turn by those whom you most expect would be its greatest defenders, given that some of them actually still wear the American Flag Lapel Pin and apparently still have Presidential aspirations. While I do not expect leaders like Mayor Mike Bloomberg or President Obama to make false appeals to our nationalistic pride, maybe they might at least have a degree of respect for the symbols of American exceptionalism, preeminence and ingenuity or those things that so many of us have profound reverence. A new progressive fascism demands not merely tolerance but rather subservience to the aims of multi-culturalism fueled by an under current of anti-Americanism that has a contempt for symbols or sources of American historical pride and glory.

You will forgive me if this former liberal elitist (and Registered Democrat) has come to see the actions of the current administration and a President with no former business experience or perhaps little or any college coursework in Economics 101 under a slightly different microscope. Upon closer examination what one will see is a well orchestrated if not systematic broadside against America’s Judeo-Christian institutions, pillars of the American business community including the U.S. Chamber of Commerce while a more lax and passive accommodation of the forces of Islamic collectivism and the agenda of political Islamists is more than tolerated or encouraged, but passionately insisted upon with tremendous chutzpah. In some parts of America even the mere display of the American Flag by our citizens is considered intolerant.

In an environment increasingly hostile to the symbols of Americana while tolerant of those of a growing Islamicana consider that some of America’s greatest citizens and builders of this country in Italian-Americans who celebrated in grand style Columbus Day now find the holiday and the legacy of Christopher Columbus under attack by a group calling upon Americans to ‘Reconsider Columbus Day’.  Similarly, the Twin Towers Alliance which remains the conscience and soul of the metropolis serves as  a reminder that even the most significant political leader in New York, one with in depth business experience, will exert political pressure to come to the aid of  the Cordoba Initiative’s effort to build a mega mosque at Ground Zero, ignoring common sense and what transpired there on 9/11,  focus on abolishing consumption of sugary drinks and banning smoking in Times Square and in all parks, plaza’s and beaches and outdoor spaces, but will  not engage in the fight for America to restore itself by rebuilding  modern, stronger and New Twin Towers For A New America. Have some of our so called “leaders” forgotten what country we are in or is their moral posturing in pursuit of an entirely different dividend?  Seriously, what the  phuck is going on here?

Manufacturing is gone. Outsourcing has and continues to be all the rage. All we seem to be doing is exporting jobs and importing unskilled workers across the Rio Grande and  Muslims empowered with a radical, totalitarian ideology of Islamic Supremacism antithetical to the existing framework of American society.   When will we come to terms and recognize that this ideology and its leadership is hell bent on the destruction of American Society?  The bottom line: Islam is at War with the United States and we need to recognize that.  I am hardly Bill the Butcher guarding the mainland for the natives but this is really sort of getting ridiculous that defending any aspect of our culture or limiting immigration, given that so many of our own citizen are already out of work, is considered a radical idea as is wearing or pledging allegiance to the flag. Seriously, what the  phuck is going on here?

Given the state of the American Economy relative to our Chinese counterparts and the lack of meaningful answers or approaches by our politicians, both Democrats and Republican’s, many of whom are far too busy feeding at the trough of internationalists themselves to be concerned about the plight of the average American citizen even while they focus primarily on enabling massive media manipulation and distraction to confuse the masses and diffuse the brewing revolution, MY PLAN IS AS FOLLOWS:

I am buying a bicycle, flying to Shanghai, opening a “hole in the wall” American food joint, will personally make deliveries and stuff American Food Menu’s under Chinese people’s doors to grow my enterprise. Eventually…… I hope to live the Chinese version of the American dream…… My lack of Chinese language skills is hardly relevant. I will learn enough to speak in broken Chinenglish. That plan worked here for so many Chinese so I can expect it will work similarly for me over there.