Letters 10-24-2016

It’s Obama’s 1984 Several editions ago I concluded a short letter to the editor with an ominous rhetorical flourish: “Welcome to George Orwell’s 1984 and the grand opening of the Federal Department of Truth!” At the time I am sure most of the readers laughed off my comments as right-wing hyperbole. Shame on you for doubting me...

Gun Bans Don’t Work It is said that mass violence only happens in the USA. A lone gunman in a rubber boat, drifted ashore at a popular resort in Tunisia and randomly shot and killed 38 mostly British and Irish tourists. Tunisian gun laws, which are among the most restrictive in the world, didn’t stop this mass slaughter. And in January 2015, two armed men killed 11 and wounded 11 others in an attack on the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo. French gun laws didn’t stop these assassins...

Scripps’ Good Deed No good deed shall go unpunished! When Dan Scripps was the 101st District State Representative, he introduced legislation to prevent corporations from contaminating (e.g. fracking) or depleting (e.g. Nestle) Michigan’s water table for corporate profit. There are no property lines in the water table, and many of us depend on private wells for abundant, safe, clean water. In the subsequent election, Dan’s opponents ran a negative campaign almost solely on the misrepresentation that Dan’s good deed was a government takeover of your private water well...

Political Definitions As the time to vote draws near it’s a good time to check into what you stand for. According to Dictionary.com the meanings for liberal and conservative are as follows:

Liberal: Favorable to progress or reform as in political or religious affairs.

Conservative: Disposed to preserve existing conditions, institutions, etc., or to restore traditions and limit change...

Voting Takes A Month? Hurricane Matthew hit the Florida coast Oct. 6, over three weeks before Election Day. Bob Ross (Oct. 17th issue) posits that perhaps evacuation orders from Governor Scott may have had political motivations to diminish turnout and seems to praise Hillary Clinton’s call for Gov. Scott to extend Florida’s voter registration deadline due to evacuations...

Clinton Foundation Facts Does the Clinton Foundation really spend a mere 10 percent (per Mike Pence) or 20 percent (per Reince Priebus) of its money on charity? Not true. Charity Watch gives it an A rating (the same as it gives the NRA Foundation) and says it spends 88 percent on charitable causes, and 12 percent on overhead. Here is the source of the misunderstanding: The Foundation does give only a small percentage of its money to charitable organizations, but it spends far more money directly running a number of programs...

America Needs Change Trump supports our constitution, will appoint judges that will keep our freedoms safe. He supports the partial-birth ban; Hillary voted against it. Regardless of how you feel about Trump, critical issues are at stake. Trump will increase national security, monitor refugee admissions, endorse our vital military forces while fighting ISIS. Vice-presidential candidate Mike Pence will be an intelligent asset for the country. Hillary wants open borders, increased government regulation, and more demilitarization at a time when we need strong military defenses...

My Process For No I will be voting “no” on Prop 3 because I am supportive of the process that is in place to review and approve developments. I was on the Traverse City Planning Commission in the 1990s and gained an appreciation for all of the work that goes into a review. The staff reviews the project and makes a recommendation. The developer then makes a presentation, and fellow commissioners and the public can ask questions and make comments. By the end of the process, I knew how to vote for a project, up or down. This process then repeats itself at the City Commission...

Regarding Your Postcard If you received a “Vote No” postcard from StandUp TC, don’t believe their lies. Prop 3 is not illegal. It won’t cost city taxpayers thousands of dollars in legal bills or special elections. Prop 3 is about protecting our downtown -- not Munson, NMC or the Commons -- from a future of ugly skyscrapers that will diminish the very character of our downtown...

Vote Yes It has been suggested that a recall or re-election of current city staff and Traverse City Commission would work better than Prop 3. I disagree. A recall campaign is the most divisive, costly type of election possible. Prop 3, when passed, will allow all city residents an opportunity to vote on any proposed development over 60 feet tall at no cost to the taxpayer...

Yes Vote Explained A “yes” vote on Prop 3 will give Traverse City the right to vote on developments over 60 feet high. It doesn’t require votes on every future building, as incorrectly stated by a previous letter writer. If referendums are held during general elections, taxpayers pay nothing...

Beware Trump When the country you love have have served for 33 years is threatened, you have an obligation and a duty to speak out. Now is the time for all Americans to speak out against a possible Donald Trump presidency. During the past year Trump has been exposed as a pathological liar, a demagogue and a person who is totally unfit to assume the presidency of our already great country...

Picture Worth 1,000 Words Nobody disagrees with the need for affordable housing or that a certain level of density is dollar smart for TC. The issue is the proposed solution. If you haven’t already seen the architect’s rendition for the site, please Google “Pine Street Development Traverse City”...

Living Wage, Not Tall Buildings Our community deserves better than the StandUp TC “vote no” arguments. They are not truthful. Their yard signs say: “More Housing. Less Red Tape. Vote like you want your kids to live here.” The truth: More housing, but for whom? At what price..

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Love - Toni Morrison Style

Nancy Sundstrom - November 13th, 2003
A new release by Toni Morrison is usually hailed as nothing less than an event, which is why this eighth release in her impressive oeuvre has been eagerly awaited.
Her latest, a slim volume entitled “Love,“ has big shoes to step into, given that it follows the likes of “Paradise,“ “Song of Solomon,“ “Beloved,“ “Jazz“ and “The Bluest Eye,“ to name a few from Pulitzer Prize-winner Morrison, a professor of humanities at Princeton University. Big shoes, indeed.
She‘s such a remarkable writer and a near force-of-nature in terms of the literary world that as I‘m writing this, this critic is wincing. I‘m doing so because it‘s my humble, but honest opinion (and that‘s why they pay me those big Express bucks) that while mediocre Morrison is usually superior to the best work by many others, it‘s something else when she falls somewhat short of her own glorious talents.
“Love“ is by no means Morrison‚s strongest effort to date, and readers have the right to expect it to be, since she‘s that rare sort of writer with the potential to continue to top themselves with each successive work. Still, it has considerable merit and the things that Morrison does well - and there are many of them - resonate with elegance and grace, as opposed to the power and fire she can conjure.
On the first page of the novel, we meet narrator Sandler Gibbons, who quietly sets the stage for bringing together a cast of characters who live in the once-popular, ocean-side resort community of Up Beach:

“The day she walked the streets of Silk, a chafing wind kept the temperature low and the sun was helpless to move outdoor thermometers more than a few degrees above freezing. Tiles of ice had formed at the shoreline and, inland, the thrown-together houses on Monarch Street whined like puppies. Ice slick gleamed, then disappeared in the early evening shadow, causing the sidewalks she marched along to undermine even an agile tread, let alone one with a faint limp. She should have bent her head and closed her eyes to slits in that weather, but being a stranger, she stared wide-eyed at each house, searching for the address that matched the one in the advertisement: One Monarch Street. Finally she turned into a driveway where Sandler Gibbons stood in his garage door ripping the seam from a sack of Ice-Off. He remembers the crack of her heels on concrete as she approached; the angle of her hip as she stood there, the melon sun behind her, the garage light in her face. He remembers the pleasure of her voice when she asked for directions to the house of women he has known all his life.
“You sure?“ he asked when she told him the address.
She took a square of paper from a jacket pocket, held it with ungloved fingers while she checked, then nodded.
Sandler Gibbons scanned her legs and reckoned her knees and thighs were stinging from the cold her tiny skirt exposed them to. Then he marveled at the height of her bootheels, the cut of her short leather jacket. At first he‘d thought she wore a hat, something big and fluffy to keep her ears and neck warm. Then he realized that it was hair-blown forward by the wind, distracting him from her face. She looked to him like a sweet child, fine-boned, gently raised but lost.
“Cosey women,“ he said. “That‘s their place you looking for. It ain‘t been number one for a long time now, but you can‘t tell them that. Can‘t tell them nothing. It 1410 or 1401, probably.“
Now it was her turn to question his certainty.
“I‘m telling you,“ he said, suddenly irritable-the wind, he thought, tearing his eyes. “Go on up thataway. You can‘t miss it ‘less you try to. Big as a church.“
She thanked him but did not turn around when he hollered at her back, “Or a jailhouse.““

The protagonist of “Love“ is Bill Cosey, the late, great owner of Cosey‘s Hotel and Resort, once “the best and best-known vacation spot for colored folk on the East Coast.“ As the novel begins, we learn that the resort has long been closed, but now houses two feuding women - his widow Heed and his granddaughter Christine. They are part of an extended group of women who are completely obsessed with Cosey, including May, Junior, Vida and L. Each one of them had a very special bond with Cosey, and he played an irreplaceable role in their lives, as well, as being a lover, parent, spouse, guardian, employer or friend.
While love is at the center of each relationship Cosey had with the women, there is a dark side to each of their tales, and certainly to Cosey himself. Secret forces are at work everywhere, spinning webs of deceit that serve to link everyone more tightly to each other, and creating layers of complication and suspicion. In this universe, love is an all-consuming appetite that keeps the past alive and the future at bay.
The conflict between Heed and Christine is pivotal to all the action. When Junior Viviane, fresh out of “Reform, then Prison,“ becomes Heed‘s companion and secretary, it serves as the catalyst for unresolved emotions and tensions from the past to collide with the delicate balance Heed and Christine are fighting to maintain in their snake-house existence. There aren‘t six degrees of separation here, but actually four, and Morrison casually, but deliberately goes about the business of uncovering the past in a series of lyrical flashbacks. Violence and brutality coexists with moments of great tenderness and passion, and through it all, the author‘s incredible manipulation of words and ideas serves to present a canvas against which the supporting characters come steadily into focus while leading man Cosey remains as elusive as a shadow.
One can ultimately argue that the sum of the parts is greater than the whole, but the work is still distinctly Morrison‘s. If there‘s anyone shoes she‚s forced to fill it‘s her own, and the double-edged sword - the irony and the greatness here - is that they can‘t be occupied by anyone else.

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