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American Identity Politics: Pluribus v. Unum

decried.  “The only man who is a good American is the man who is an American and nothing else.” The issue girding identity politics in Roosevelt’s time was foreign immigration.  Immigrants had been washing over America’s shores by the millions for 35 years when TR gave his speech at a Knights of Columbus meeting in New York City, to an audience comprised mostly of Irish immigrants no less.  But identity politics in American history go back much further than that. Historians, though they don’t necessarily use the term in this context, are keenly aware that Andrew Jackson’s rise to the presidency came as he rode a wave of unprecedented identity politics.  Although their candidate was a wealthy land speculator who owned a cotton plantation nearly two square miles in size and over 150 slaves, Jackson’s campaign presented him as an every man.  They starkly contrasted him against and even mocked the well-heeled, blue blood elitism of his main rival, John Quincy Adams.

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Final Score: Santa 1, Grinch 0

in a division game with post-season implications. Inclement weather, short rest, and a long flight to Whoville had led odds makers to tab St. Nick’s North Pole squad as a two point underdog.  At first it seemed the bookmakers had called it correctly as the Grinch had strong showing in the first half and seemed poised to claim the division title with either a win or a tie in front of a joyous hometown crowd.  However, late in the second half, Santa Claus team captain Kris Kringle slipped around a distracted defender and laid a gift for Cindy Lou under the Who family tree.

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Silent Night? We Should Be So Lucky

music, which they don’t typically play in elevators anymore, and thank your lucky stars for that, especially if you’re even remotely claustrophobic), but do they have to ratchet it up a holy notch by putting a liturgical spin on it?  Can’t I just sit here, in this normally atrocious atmosphere, eating this beastly awful food and not be subjected to a parable about some kid with a drum? I was 18.  I was a little more indignant back then.  The irony of my 20s and cynicism of my 30s were still ahead of me.  Now, in the graying haze of my 40s, it’s no longer about the religious message in the music, which is largely irrelevant to me.  It’s about the music itself, and boy does it suck.  

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Welcome Back My Friends to the Season That Never Ends

garish clothing made by exploited Indonesian children; a stern, Teutonic St. Nick who really did keep two lists, who never dreamed of offering punch-card guarantees on the latest electronic do-dads, whose ire manifested itself in the form of coal lumps, who demanded to be placated not only with modesty and obedience but also with offerings of milk and cookies, and who seemed to more closely resemble a red-robed Karl Marx than some jolly, docile servant whose fetching and offering was at the beck and call of screaming, sugar-crazed children. But that was then.  Things were different.  During World War II there was rationing.  Before that, expectations were understandably minimal as people slogged through during the Great Depression.

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A Living Memoriam: Charles Rangel

Charles Rangel used to be my Congressman. I was born and raised in the Bronx and attended John F. Kennedy High School, which is located in the borough’s southwestern corner, a neighborhood called Marble Hill.  Once 1970.  Powell himself was a living monument, a larger than life character who had outmaneuvered Tammany Hall to become the first African American to represent New York State in Congress, and only the second in America since the end of Reconstruction (1877).  When Rangel bested him, it was in the shadow of a corruption scandal.  Once an important trailblazer, Powell had devolved into a slacker who spent most of his time in the Caribbean, and an embezzler who, among other things, funneled Congressional money to his third wife through a no-show job while she was living in Puerto Rico.  In light of such scandals, the House voted not to seat Powell in 1969.  He sued and eventually won in the United States Supreme Court; Powell might be a crook, the Court ruled in Powell v. McCormack, but Congress had no right to refuse seating a duly elected official.

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The Permanent Under Class – Part II

offered middle class wages to semi-skilled and sometimes unskilled workers.  And many white collar workers had little or no college education, instead having worked their way up the bureaucratic chain or from more skilled industrial positions.  A college education was an available avenue for success, but hardly a necessity.  Indeed, the great expansion of American colleges and universities was a post-WWII phenomenon, and the widespread opportunity for accessible and affordable college educations first became available on a large scale to Baby Boomers, not their predecessors (the GI Bill aside).  Even today, only about one-quarter of American adults hold a Bachelor’s degree from a four-year college.

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