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Last night the campus of Berkley was roiled with protests that turned violent, led to objects being thrown, fires being set, and ultimately the cancellation of a speech by noted alt-right gadfly and baby Nazi Milo Yiannopoulos. This is not a productive way to resist, people. Let us not fall into the trap of the anti-war protestors during Vietnam who turned a complacent middle class against them, led their, perhaps, persuadable parents to vote for and support Richard Nixon in a backlash against the violence. I wrote a story for an upcoming Wild Cards book dealing with the chaos at the Democratic convention in 1968. I did a lot of research and what became horribly clear was that the violent clashes between police and protestors help put Nixon in the White House.
Now before everybody starts yelling at me — I’m not saying don’t protest. By all means protest, but protest smart. Follow the example set by the gigantic marches the day after the inauguration — not a single arrest while millions took to the streets around the world. (I was at the giant Women’s March in L.A. It was a joyous, uplifting and empowering experience.) Be pro-active. Schedule a speaker opposite Yiannopoulos who will counter the loathsome bile being spewed by Yiannopoulos and his ilk. Since the illegitimate president has made crowds such an issue see who draws the bigger one and make sure the press covers it. Make that the story. By causing chaos we take attention away from a dark and divisive message that will shock most decent people. Instead of isolating Yiannopoulos and revealing to the world what he and the alt-right stand for the protests have become the story and the white supremacist gets to play the victim.
Freedom of speech and freedom of the press are bedrock foundations for this country, and while, as a nation, we sometimes stumble and take a few steps back we have so far managed to move forward because we allow for vigorous debate and the hateful, violent, evil ideas lose when measured against truth and justice and American ideals.
Let them talk. Let them reveal their crabbed and shriveled souls. If they call out an individual by name then be prepared to help that person with the cost of hiring a lawyer and going after them. That’s how the Southern Poverty Law Center brought down a number of branches of the Ku Klux Klan. Not by throwing things and setting fires, but by taking them into court and destroying them with the rule of law.
Justice Holmes in his brilliant dissent in Abrams v.United States wrote: “The ultimate good desired is better reached by free trade in ideas — that the best test of truth is the power of the thought to get itself accepted in the competition of the market.”
This standard was based on the writings of English poet John Milton “And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?”
A friend of mine just posted a long and very moving post about his father who managed to get to America out of the ashes of the Holocaust. It got me thinking about these white nationalists and the angry Trump voters who want America for the Americans and would shout out the Nazi tainted slogan “America First”. You want to measure who gets to be here. How about this?
Last night I finished reading a terrific short story by my friend Connie Willis. She is a wonderful writer, and also a terrific human being. I’m not generally a reader of short fiction. I love novels where I can wallow and spend a lot of time with the characters, but Connie is one of the masters of the short form. Right now I’m reading a collection called The Best of Connie Willis, and I hit the story “Inside Job”. It’s about a skeptic writer dealing with a “channeler” and H.L. Mencken figures large in the story.
Which made me realize that we really need Mencken now. Yes, there are clever people sounding the alarm and pointing out the absurd on numerous platforms, but in this age of scattered news it’s hard to have that one defining voice shouting at us not to be imbeciles and listen to “infernal gabble”. But here we are where a president elect can stand on a stage uttering falsehood after falsehood. Where idiotic conspiracy theories take hold — Jade Helm, where the governor of a state actually took seriously the idea that a military exercise was an attempt to conquer Texas, as if Texas wasn’t already part of the United States. And Pizzagate that led to a moron ending up in a pizza parlor in Washington D.C. brandishing a gun because “think of the children”. Or birtherism that pernicious, racist theory that the president of the United States was born in Kenya.
Mencken had a quick wit and a vicious tongue that could flay an opponent. Not like the exchange of profane laced insults that one sees thrown about on social media. He pointed up the absurd with laser-like precision that left his opponents bloodied and humiliated. He is quoted frequently. Here’s one that is especially relevant today:
“The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.”
And this, which I think is going to become the new signature tag on my emails. I had been quoting Craig Ferguson musing about Dr. Who, but I think this works better for the indefinite future.
“In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for. As for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.”
If you visit my website and come to my blog and post a comment, and it attacks my friends — one in particular — you know who I am talking about so pay attention trolls. I will file your comment in a round file called trash. You do again and I’ll block you. I moderate all comments so you aren’t going to have an opportunity to spread your nastiness on my site. Because it’s my site. My rules. My friend. My best friend.
So take your entitled little self off someplace else to bitch and moan and pretend you’re clever, and you can brag to your troll friends “how you really told him”, but deep down inside you’ll know you’re just pathetic and nobody ever saw your post.
I have been living in fear for months and last night my fears were realized. Here’s what I fear is coming:
The climate change accord rejected.
Planned Parenthood defunded so no more cancer screenings and birth control for low income women.
The ACA repealed. Millions without health care once again.
The nuclear agreement with Iran revoked.
A new Supreme Court that may well overturn Obergefell granting gay people the right to marry. What happens to those couples and their children? And will they finally get their wish to criminalize abortion? There was a girl in my high school who died from a botched back street abortion. Is that again in our future?
An abandonment of NATO, an organization that has kept relative peace in Europe for seventy years. Putin has been massing troops and supplies on the borders of eastern European countries. Will he move on them? And what will we do it he does?
Families torn apart if this deportation force is actually created and sent into the streets.
Stop and frisk being used against minorities.
All morning people keep asking me what can we do? I don’t have a lot suggestions, but here are a few. Make donations to Planned Parenthood so they can keep the doors open. Think seriously about the candidates for House and Senate for 2018 and give them early support. If we can retake at least one branch of government perhaps we can mitigate some of what will come. And in a very small, personal way we can protect vulnerable people in public places– religious minorities, LBGTQ individuals, Hispanics and African-Americans.
And here’s a guide on how we can do that. Protecting Against an Aggressor While it was created to primarily deal with Islamophobia it can be used in any situation where a person is being threatened and abused.
This is long so I apologize for that. It’s also a post that I hesitated to write because I’m very private person, and I’m telling you a lot about myself. But I think this election is just that important that I’m willing to open up. So here goes —
I’m younger than Secretary Clinton, but I want to give you a look at how the world appeared and still often appears to a woman. Especially a woman who is driven, ambitious, smart and educated. I’ve talked about being a child and my frustration over adults constantly telling me what I couldn’t be because I was a girl — astronaut, jockey, President of the United States.
Let’s move forward a few years. I’m 17 and I’ve just started college. I enrolled in a geology class. There weren’t a lot of women in that introductory course, but I found it fascinating. Seated behind me was a very cute boy. We began chatting and he proposed a contest. Which one of us would get the best grade. The loser buys coffee or lunch. After all these years I don’t remember the exact terms of the bet. I’m sure he thought he had a sucker’s bet. I was a girl how could I possibly do well in a science class? Clearly I was in college to earn my MRS.
I might not remember the stakes, but I clearly remember what happened next. First exam I had the highest test score in the very large class — A+ 100%. I show my grade to the cute boy, and begin teasing him — I think he pulled a “C”. I remember his eyes narrowing into slits and the words. “Shut up you fucking cunt!” spewing from his mouth. I was shattered and shaken. I moved to a distant part of the lecture hall after that.
I loved geology so much that I talked to my advisor about making it my major. The man dismissed the idea out of hand. I didn’t want to do that, he said with a head shake. That’s not the right thing for a woman to study. Maybe English or get a teaching degree until I got married. The sad thing is — I listened to him.
In due course and after a side trip to Austria to study opera I went on to graduate with a major in history, Magna cum laude, and a minor in music. I enter law school. I was part of the first really large wave of women entering law school and in the first week the male students made it very clear that they expected the women to type their papers for them. Some of us refused. Others didn’t, they knuckled under maybe to avoid being called fucking cunts. The dean found out and to his credit it put a stop to that nonsense.
At the end of three years I graduate in the top 10% of my class, pass the bar and go looking for a job. Eventually I end up in a corporate law firm. Literally the first day I’m at work I’m in my small office in the back when I hear loud male voices in the outer office. “I hear Charlie went and hired himself a girl!” “Lets go see the girl.” And then standing in the door of my office are six or seven men all staring at me. I had that sick feeling I’d experienced back in college, but I was older and tougher so I made Oook oook noises and pretended to scratch under my arm like a chimpanzee in the zoo. They got the message and vanished out of my doorway.
In that office working on a brief in the library late one night the son-in-law of the owner of the firm tells me to get him a cup of coffee. I told him I liked mine with a lot of milk. We never got along very well after that.
I quit practicing law and become a science fiction writer. Overall I found the community to be welcoming and encouraging. I only had one editor indicate that a visit to his hotel room at world con might land me a book contract. I declined his offer.
Then I hit Hollywood. It was here that I discovered that apparently for creepers and gropers grabbing a woman by the pussy is a thing with them. I had already endured “notes” meetings with a particular boss that started at nine at night after all of the staff had gone home and the notes were frequently interspersed with sexually explicit comments. I tried to avoid him, but at one meeting he made me sit beside him. There were over 20 people in this meeting, and I had this man’s hand reaching under my skirt to grab…. well you know the rest. I sat there schooling my face to impassivity and weighing my job against the pleasure of hitting him. I also knew if I reacted the humiliation I was already feeling would only be amplified by making a scene in front of so many other people.
Thankfully I haven’t faced anything that overt in the years since. Getting older and meaner — or being a nasty woman as Mr. Trump would phrase it has some benefits. If you’re wondering why I made this walk down memory lane it’s to say that, yeah, I think that sexism is at the base of a lot of the crap that gets thrown at Secretary Clinton. How dare a woman be ambitious, driven, intelligent, well educated, older and no longer meeting the standards of beauty that society forces on women? Here’s a link to an article about the correlation between supporting Mr. Trump and hostility toward woman. The Correlation between Trump Support & Sexism.
Which brings me to the campaign. I’ve seen all the ads that show us Donald Trump in his own words. Particularly the words he has directed at women. The usual summation is that Donald Trump doesn’t “respect” women. Paul Ryan even said that “Women are to be championed and revered, not objectified.” Which is itself a demeaning of women implying that we are fragile, weak and must be protected by men instead of accepting us as equals and fully realized human beings.
But I think that analysis is too simplistic. All the experiences I described and the attitudes displayed by Mr. Trump aren’t about sex, or sexual harassment, or respecting women. This is about power and the exercise of power over others. Remember, rape isn’t a sexual act — it’s a violent assault. And the same goes for sexual harassment — it is also about power, putting women in their place. When you realized that what drives Mr. Trump is his almost pathological need to dominate other then the dangers of a Trump presidency become horribly clear.
There are many things that frighten me about the Trump candidacy — the racism, the lies, the threats to jail a political opponent, the lack of understanding of the most basic fundamentals of our democratic republic — but it is his glib discussion of sexual assault, the fact that many woman have come forward to attest to this behavior on the part of Mr. Trump that show me who who he is. To touch a person without their consent is less about an out of control libido than it is about raw power, an attempt to dominate and exert control. How Mr. Trump behaves toward women gives me a chilling picture of how he might behave should he have the powers of the Executive Branch of government under his control.
Just think of the power and dominance he could exert over anyone who has slighted or challenged him. The I.R.S. could be used against businessmen who mocked him or even declined to support him. The freedom of the press could be curtailed by the loosening of libel laws. Investigation could be launched against citizens using the F.B.I. People will be profiled based on their ethnic backgrounds or their religious beliefs. We’re already seeing glimmers of this future in the behavior of the F.B.I. in these final days of the election. And once an investigation, justified or not, is begun a President Trump could have his hand picked Attorney General bring charges through the Department of Justice.
I understand it’s probably easier to make the ads about respect for women, but again, I think that is too simple. Because it isn’t about sex, it’s about power.
I recently posted on Facebook a link to a story out of Texas about students walking out of an anthropology class over the discussion that modern humans evolved in Africa. I got push back that this was unfair to Texas, on overblown story because only a small number of students walked out of a class of 390, etc. Then I realized that what disturbed me about the story is that there is a percentage of our American citizenry who is truculent, ill informed, proud of that lack, and suspicious of “elites”. Elites which include not only the people who work in our institutions of government, and those institutions, but scientists and the facts that science discovers and explains. To quote Neil DeGrasse Tyson
“The good thing about science is that it’s true whether or not you believe in it.”
Which brought me to the discussions I shared with George R.R. Martin over dinner last night. We enjoyed one of our wide ranging talks — everything from Wild Cards, writing — what it means to us, TV shows we are watching, and of course the election which has both of us obsessed. We talked about the fall of the Roman republic and what was really behind the collapse. (We were in a role playing game run by Walter Jon Williams for a number of years and ended up reading a lot of history about the period.)
Point being — it wasn’t the orgies. It was the concentration of vast wealth in the hands of an elite few which sent citizen farmers to Rome once they lost their land, and the most profound gridlock created by an insane political structure. Two consuls serving on alternate days, often with incompatible ideas, and ten tribunes any one of whom could veto any legislation passed by the senate.
That brought me back to a fascinating interview with former Supreme Court Justice David Souter about the dangers of an uninformed electorate. Here’s a link to what was said and clips from the Maddow show where she highlighted this interview. Souter Warning. Here is a portion of what the retired Justice said:
“I don’t worry about our losing republican government in the United States because I’m afraid of a foreign invasion. I don’t worry about it because I think there is going to be a coup by the military as has happened in some of other places. What I worry about is that when problems are not addressed, people will not know who is responsible. And when the problems get bad enough, as they might do, for example, with another serious terrorist attack, as they might do with another financial meltdown, some one person will come forward and say, ‘Give me total power and I will solve this problem.’
It’s this that makes me worry for the country, and why my linking to the story about students objecting to anthropological facts is relevant. In 2014 a Gallup poll found that 42% of Americans believe in creationism rather than evolution. In these complex times we need a well educated populace. We have to understand the dangers of climate change, how monetary policy really works, how tariffs help fuel the financial collapse in 1929 and the subsequent Great Depression, the concept of herd immunity and the efficacy of vaccines, etc. etc. etc.
Let us contemplate the words of Benjamin Franklin at the conclusion of the Constitutional Convention when asked by a lady… “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?” With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”
“Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays instead of serving you if he sacrifices it to your opinion.” Edmund Burke (1729-1797).
I first heard this quote while watching a performance of the musical 1776. The representative from Georgia, Dr. Lyman Hall, was sent to the Continental Congress with the instruction not to vote for independence. After listening to John Adams passionate cry of “Is Anybody There?” he quotes the line from Burke and changes his vote to aye. That quote has been much on my mind over the past 48 hours since the revelations of Donal Trump’s sexual predation. As a result over the ensuing two days large numbers of Republican senators, representatives, former office holders, etc. have begun running for the exits.
Really? Now? This is the thing that made you abandon a man so clearly unqualified for the office he seeks? What about his mainstreaming the racist “Birther” conspiracy? You all winked at that. What about his false claim that “thousands of Muslims in New Jersey celebrated after 9/11”? What about his mocking of a reporter with disabilities? The unconstitutional statement that he would use a religious test to ban people from this country? The accusation that undocumented Mexican immigrants were rapist and murders? The degrading of respect for the judiciary with claims that a judge of Mexican/American heritage could not fairly judge him? The demeaning of a veteran and war hero? The attacks on the grieving parents of a fallen soldier? The incitements to violence at his rallies?
This is but a small sample of the grotesque statements and stances taken by the Republican candidate for president. So forgive me Republican leaders if I’m unimpressed with your road to Damascus moment and your sudden conversion. Frankly your cries of shocked outrage carry as much weight as Captain Renault’s in Casablanca — “I’m shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!”
Donald Trump never hid what he was. You all knew. You’ve known for five years when he began the racist Birther movement but you stayed silent. Sadly the Republican party began its dance on the edge of the abyss long before the rise of Donald Trump. It began with Richard Nixon’s “Southern Strategy”, with Ronald Reagan giving a speech about states rights in Philadelphia Mississippi the site of the brutal murder of three civil rights workers in 1964, with Willie Horton; please listen to the statement by Lee Atwater on how to use racism to win elections and be warned there is offensive language in this audio recording. Lee Atwater Southern Strategy.
Everyone is shocked with Donald Trump’s calm discussion of using his status, wealth and power to grope and fondle women without their consent (and yes, that is sexual assault. I say this as a women who has endured exactly what he described doing — and I don’t mean the kissing.) Yet this is a party that has been unrelenting in its efforts to control women’s bodies and choices. All of these men un-endorsing Mr. Trump talk about how they have daughters. Well you could start to protect and honor your daughters by not treating women like children or chattel.
So how does this all relate back to Mr. Burke? If establishment Republicans had heeded the advice of the man often credited with being the founder of modern conservatism they would have stopped Mr. Trump at the Republican convention. Yes, millions of people voted for him, but that was a terrible choice and these elected figures in the Republican party knew that. But instead of using their judgment they acquiesced to the opinion of angry, low information voters who are unwilling to accept that this is becoming a minority-majority country. The brave thing would have been to set aside Mr. Trump and select a normal candidate. I probably wouldn’t have agreed with the policy positions of a John Kasich or Jeb Bush or Marco Rubio, but I wouldn’t have been embarrassed to be an American in the eyes of the world. Yes it would have angered those primary voters and the Republicans probably would have lost the election, but they would have maintained their dignity and honor while they lost. Now it appears they are going to lose anyway, and they are left without even a shred of dignity and decency. They bear the stain of Donald Trump — his racism, his misogyny, his authoritarian attitudes.
Did I say that Republicans were running for the exits? That’s too kind. This is rats abandoning a sinking ship; a ship they should never have boarded in the first place. I hope they can tread water for a long time.
So I hosted a cream tea on Friday. George R.R. had urged me to do something to welcome Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer to Santa Fe and to give them a chance to meet some of the cool people who live here. George also wanted to show off my house which is very beautiful with an 80 mile view out the glass wall of the living room. It sounded like a fun idea so I invited a group of novelists and screenwriters. Including Ed Khamara — he wrote Lady Hawk and Enemy Mine, Bruce McKenna — he wrote The Pacific, Ty Frank and Daniel Abraham who are James S.A. Corey of The Expanse, David Morrell who wrote First Blood (that became Rambo), George, of course, Sage Walker, Laura Mixon.
I made scones and Those Little Sandwiches — salmon with cream cheese and dill and cucumber with butter. I sat out a cheese plate and grapes and to keep it New Mexico I had chile con queso from El Pinto (the best in the state). Neil and Amanda’s new son, Ash attended his first formal tea dressed in a very elegant kimono.
Neil snapped this picture out in the casita. This baby has his mother’s amazing eyes, they are a shade of blue I have never before seen. And he’s so happy. He literally sings back to you.
It was supposed to last from 3:00 until 6:00, but a number of us lingered chatting until past 7:00 about politics and art and movies. All and all it was the kind of day that reminded why I so desperately wanted to be a writer and stop being a lawyer. These are the most fascinating people in the world and I wanted to get to hang out with them. And now I get too. Sometimes I have to give myself a pinch so I can be sure this isn’t just a dream.
I thought I would give a report on my impressions about the Tesla. First, I’m a car person. I’ve loved them since I was a kid. The faster the better. I want them sleek and fierce. I want them to look like they’re going 100 miles an hour when they’re parked. My first car was a Dodge Charger with a 400 horsepower engine.
(Yeah, my dad was car crazy too, but wouldn’t admit it so he lived vicariously through his 16 year old daughter.) Next up was a Fiat X1/9. I loved that car.
Then I had a Toyota Supra. At one point I got coerced into a Mercedes sedan because no one in our circle of friends had a four door car that could carry more then 2 people. I got stuck with the mommy car. That lasted only a few years and then I went to the Mercedes SLK 300. I loved that car and drove it until the repairs were starting to cost more than the car was worth. Then the BMW Z4. Really fun car, but the six cylinder engine meant I was putting premium gas in the thing every 3 to 4 days. I was also getting a cramp in my conscience. My friend George R.R. had gotten a Tesla and I liked what I was feeling and seeing when I rode in it so I started the Tesla fund.
A conversation over dinner with a tech savvy friend made me realize that a Tesla was a lot like a computer. They are advancing at light speed and my friend pointed out that maybe leasing rather then buying was the smarter way to go. Less money up front and being able to replace in three years. The next morning I went out a took a test drive. And I was lost. It was the smoothest car I’d ever driven, but with a sport setting if I wanted to really feel the road, and enough zip to literally get me out of trouble in seconds. The acceleration on this car is mind boggling. I ordered one that day.
My bronze beauty arrived on the 23rd of December. When you pick it up they encourage you to name the car (My kind of people all my cars have had names). The name was obvious — Loki. It’s even the color of Loki’s helmet in the movies, and I plan to get up to mischief while driving it.
So what have I learned. I tend to use the fish eye camera as much as I use the mirrors. Really helpful for changing lanes since it gives you a view to the side as well as directly behind. They give you Slacker for four years for free, and I’m able to create “radio channels” of various artists. So far I’ve got Mozart, Adele, Kelly Clarkson. Apparently there is no limit to the ones you can create. The speakers are first rate. Phone calls are much clearer and of course hands free. I just tell the car who to call.
I love how when I walk up to the car the door handles extend. A sort of welcoming handshake. The car seems to be excited and happy that you are going to take it out to play. There is no place for a key. You just keep it with you. When you walk away the car locks itself. Between the front trunk, the back trunk and the fact the backseats go flat you have as much storage as most SUVs.
The control panel is a wonder. Easy to use and you really feel like you’re in a space ship. Seat settings, climate control, garage door, music, phone, everything is just a touch. You can even open the sunroof by just sweeping down on the panel. The seats in the car are incredibly comfortable. The navigation responds to voice commands and will guide you to supercharging stations and other places to charge your car at hotels and shopping malls, etc. Since it’s linked to Google it will find stores by name.
Elon Musk is also a man with a vision and elegance and you will not spoil that vision and his elegant interior design with your crap. In other words there are no door pockets or a center console where you can stash stuff. No little dust catching pockets that can get cluttered up with junk. Because there is no drive trail there is an area between the seats for a purse or briefcase, but you will keep your crap in the glove box where it will not spoil the symmetry and clean lines of the interior. Elon is also clearly very concerned about American’s dietary practices. There are two cup holders, but they are small. You won’t be ordering a Big Gulp if you’re driving a Tesla because there is no place to set that giant cup.
I still find myself checking out the prices of premium gas at stations that I drive past and then remember — “Oh wait, I don’t have to do that any longer.” As for charging. It’s simple. Press a button the charger door opens. Plug it in, go inside and let it do it’s thing.
Bottom line — I love this car.
I am linking to this article and I urge you to watch the video. Kill The Gays Rally. Not because of this ranting nutball religious head case and the 17oo deluded and hateful followers who attended, but because three republican presidential candidates showed up at this event. I know people are going to say — “Oh Melinda, why are you getting upset over these bigoted fools? They have no power, no way to actually enforce their murderous agenda. Let me reiterate —
Because three candidates for the republican nomination to be president of the United States attended.
Ted Cruz, Mike Huckabee and Bobby Jindal. Those are the names to remember. What does it say about the current state of the republican party that candidates for the highest office in the land feel comfortable showing up, sharing the stage and being interviewed by this man? Bluntly I think that their attendance at this event should instantly disqualify them from any consideration for president. Nixon was notoriously homophobic but I expect even old Tricky Dick would have had enough brains not to show up at something like this. While Huckabee and Jindal have no chance of actually securing the nomination Ted Cruz has an actual lane to run and win. Sit with that for a minute.
What this tells me is that there is a percentage of the American public who are perfectly happy to let their racist, sexist, homophobic freak flags fly. That good manners and civil discourse have long ago left the building, and that these three men are either —
Personally I’m hoping for door number 3 — it’s the least terrifying option.
I had a plan for the day. I had worked very hard in the morning on breaking a script I’m going to write, and had a lot of success. Just a couple of scenes to add to act four and I think it’s cooked. I had promised myself a day up in the Santa Fe National Forest looking at aspens.
My plan was to get there at 2:00, hike and then come back down to town and go see Crimson Peak at 4:00. Well, that didn’t happen because a business thing kept me from reaching the mountains until 3:30. I decided that the movie would be there tomorrow, but the aspens not might be. And indeed a number of them had already gone to winter bare, but it was still magnificent. Here’s what I saw when I reached Big Tesuque Trail.
I first took the trail beside the stream, but the amount of moisture had left it very muddy and it was tough going, especially since I’d forgotten my walking stick. I have missed my aspen walk the past couple of years, and before that the stream was almost dry from the drought. Not this time the water chuckled and murmured, there was a light breeze that set the aspens to quaking and golden leaves floated down into the water to be swept away.
I returned to the parking area and took the left hand trail which was in much better condition, but it’s a steep climb especially when you’re at 9000 feet. here’s a sample of the trail.
As I hiked I found one last, lone holdover of summer. Poor little flower is doomed to die. Most likely tonight. After exploring part of Tesuque I drove up to Aspen View.
I hiked up the road. People were snapping photos, dogs and children were playing. People were smiling and talking to each other whether they were acquainted or not. Partway up I found a structure that the rangers often build out of fallen aspens. I wanted to have a campfire and stay, but I feared it wouldn’t keep off the impending rain.
It was a good day.
I’ve been pondering and honestly trying to understand the rightwing freak out over the marriage equality ruling. What is it that is so alarming, unnatural, perverse about two people who love each other being married? They’re always talking about god’s law as revealed in nature — well there are gay animals too so obviously if their god is omniscient then gay critters and people are all in the plan, right?
Then I remembered a conversation I had a few years back with my mother-in-law and I realized that while science fiction may not be 100% predictive it actually does a pretty good job of at least exploring potential advances and changes to technology and how the culture will be affected by those changes. What had caused my mom-in-law’s distress was Dolly the Sheep. She asked me in breathless tones “What do you think about this cloning thing?” And my response was a blasé “What took so long?” Because I had been reading about clones for years before Dolly came baaaaing onto the scene.
It’s the same thing with the idea of gay couples being fully equal under the law. We’ve been talking about that in science fiction for decades. And the new media — video games is equally accepting. In the games that lean more toward role playing you can be straight, gay, lesbian, you can sleep with aliens or you can just shoot things if romance doesn’t appeal.
I actually wonder if one reason young people are so accepting of marriage equality is because science fiction won. We are popular entertainment on every level and by and large our field presents an accepting view of how societies should behave toward it’s citizens — gay, straight, trans and maybe someday even aliens.