There’s always something going on in and around Diocletian’s Palace.  If you have been here, as you enter the substructures under the south part of the Palace,  there is a small, open well-like structure filled with brackish water that visitors like to throw coins into.

Every so often, a workman siphons the water out and scoops up the coins and tosses them into a bucket.

According to local staff, several hundred Euros a year are collected, which are used to help support the continued upkeep and protection of the Palace.

The substructures of the Palace are a constant reminder of just how sublime Roman (with the help of a lot of Greek slaves) architecture can be.  Made of limestone, travertine marble, brick and mortar, with carefully notched out blocks to make sure the building wouldn’t collapse in an earthquake, the substructures are as beautiful as they are functional.

The southern part of the Palace is at sea level and the area from the central Peristil north is much higher, so a cavernous substructure was created to hold up the south side of the Palace–where the emperor and his family lived.  During Diocletian’s time, these vast basements were primarily used to store wine, olive oil and other effects.

300 years after Diocletian died, the Avars and Slavs overran this part of the Roman Empire, conquering Salona, the then capital of Roman Dalmatia, a cosmopolitan city of more than 60,000.  Fleeing for their lives, the safety of the Palace seemed a perfect refuge.

Fortunately for them, Byzantine rulers living in the Palace, let these refugees in–but made them live in the substructures–even today, you can still see staircases and outlines of roofs down here.

Since the Palace walls were never breached by any enemy, the refugees felt so secure that for more than 1000 years, residents never moved out.  Instead they eventually began building their own houses up above, using chunks of the Palace and bringing in other stone.  The once gloriously wide, straight, elegant Palace streets became a warren of buildings both small and large.  When the Venetian arrived–and stayed for more than 400 years–they built their own palaces within the Palace.

The result of course, is what we see today–much narrower streets and many, many more buildings (and churches) within the Palace that its original structure.

And what happened to the substructures?  The new residents and those who followed  simply dug holes in the streets and alleys where they built their new homes and threw building debris, garbage, human waste and more down into the “basements” where they once lived!

When they were dug out, archaeologists were amazed to find so much intact–after 1,700 years of continuous occupation all that debris literally filled up the substructures and preserved them beautifully! More importantly, once revealed, archaeologists were able to re-construct what the use and dwellings above must have looked like.

There are lots of older structures than the Palace of Diocletian, but precious few have been continuously lived in for such a long time and are in such a remarkable state of repair.  To the local workman collecting modern coins from a small well inside a 1,700 year old Roman building, it’s just part of his job.

But to me, living here, it’s part of the never-ending adventure that is Split.

Posted by: viewfromtheriva | August 2, 2017

Kuwaiti billionaire’s $100 million yacht Samar motors into Split


Kutayba Alghanim yacht

For the second time in as many weeks another $100 million plus mega yacht pulled into Split, this time the proud possession of a Kuwaiti billionaire–but for $425,0o0 week, it can be yours too.  Complete with helicopter, the Samar sure was a sight tied up the Western Promenade here today.

Complete with its own helicopter, the Samar on its mooring at the Western Promenade

Here are a few particulars about this superyacht:

Yacht Samar

The yacht Samar was built at Devonport Yachts in England to a design of H2 Yacht Design, withLaurent Giles as naval architect. The luxury yacht has a steel hull and aluminum superstructure.

12 Guests and 20 Crew

She can accommodate 12 guests and a crew of 20. Samar has large pool, a gymnasium, a cinema and several bar areas. She has an opulent interior.

A Mini Cooper and a Helicopter

The yacht carries several toys, including a Mini Cooper and a Bell 407 helicopter.  

Posted by: viewfromtheriva | July 17, 2017

Raging wildfire threatens Split!


Smoke fills the sky casting a dark shadow over the city. this photo was taken from a neighborhood about 6 kilometers from the site.

 

The wild fire had reached the populated area of Dracevac, less than 3km from where we live.  This photo was take from our roof.

The fire was so out of control, you could see the flames spreading down the hillside

It’s been a wickedly hot summer with temperatures in the mid 30’s–almost 100F–for weeks.  With no rain, the threat of wildfires here has never been greater.  The predominant trees here are pine, and when they catch fire, filled with tar and sap, it’s explosive….the flames spread quickly from tree to tree and the parched ground grass, practically like hay, is the perfect tinder to keep the flames going.  The smoke can be seen for miles here and with the fire high up in the hills in-between the rocky crags, it’s almost impossible to fight.  Although housing here is concrete with little worry of burning, the olive trees, vineyards, orchards and vegetable farms that many people living up in the hills depend on for their livelihoods is really under threat.

On every rooftop, people gathered to watch the blaze

Last year almost 70% of the vineyards in parts of Korcula were wiped out from fire.  And the year before, the vineyards on the Peljesac peninsula too a direct hit from the flames there.

It’s days like today that make you think, yes, a gorgeous part of the world, surrounded by blue skies and the sea–and Mother Nature just around the corner letting you know that she’s in charge….always.

UPDATE:   The fire is now greatly expanding and waves of fire fighting aircraft are now being used, which we can see swooping in from our roof, dumping chemicals on the blaze to try and contain it.  News reports now claim several houses in the area are ablaze and a call for fire fighting equipment from around the region has been made and trucks and personnel are on their way.

July 18 UPDATE

Still burning, the fire is slowly being contained….friends who have houses nearby fought the blaze with water hoses, but so far we have not heard about any loss of life…..both malls were evacuated because of smoke and we lost power for several hours last night…..here’s how the media is handling the story:

https://www.rte.ie/news/2017/0717/891044-croatia-wildfire/

Posted by: viewfromtheriva | July 17, 2017

Queen Mira docks in Split, welcome aboard for $2 million a week


92 meters long, the luxurious Queen Mira is the largest mega yacht to dock in Split this year

It’s always a real kick to go by the Western Promenade of Split’s waterfront “Riva” and check out the yachts tied up for a day or two on their way around this part of the world.  There are always some real beauties with fabulous names and fabled home ports like Gibraltar, Valleta (Malta), the Caymans, etc.

This week the Queen Mira is here, a megayacht with its own pool, a crew of 30 plus and cabins for another 36.  Complete with helicopter pad, this kind of ne plus ultra cruising is for the rarefied few who can put up a cool $2 million a week to charter this literal queen of the seas.

A stunning pool, plus a sauna, steam room and all sorts of other goodies on this ship.

This photo isn’t as glam as the first one, cruising along smartly at 17 knots–the Queen has a 7,000 nautical mile range by the way—but it shows how it dwarfs the mooring along the Western Promenade here in Split:


The cover of the new Split/Central Dalmatia Travel Guide. free, pocket-sized and packed with content!

For the past six months we have been working tirelessly to create the first travel guide that gives tourists a fits-in-your-pocket view of what’s waiting for them when they come to Split/Central Dalmatia.

Complete with a list of all travel agencies with offices in Split (more than 100!), the Guide is divided into activity/destination sections like “Adventure”, “Islands”, “UNESCO sites,” etc.

The Guide includes information about events, festivals, towns and more

Although the internet is a treasure trove, lying on a beach or hanging out in a cafe trying to go online and find a particular event, town, etc. can be a trying experience from someone from Norway who is here in Split or Dalmatia for a week.  So our goal was to create something comprehensive but compact, with just enough information to get you interested in finding out more.  We took the idea and a few concept pages to both the Tourist Board of Split and the Central Dalmatia Tourist Board for their input.

The Guide has separate sections on key towns and cities in the region, with links to their websites for more information

They both thought it was a great idea since so many tourists who have “done” Krka and Hvar come to the the tourist office and ask “what else can we do in the next few days we are here?”.   So being able to hand them a comprehensive Guide instead of endlessly repeating the same information was viewed as something really valuable.

 

Even Festivals in Split and Central Dalmatia are covered

The next thing to consider of course, was advertising.  With a press run of 50,000, giving away a well-printed 128 page was not going to be cheap.  So we decided to have ONE advertiser for any given activity or destination giving each advertiser an “exclusive” opportunity to get a direct booking and surely a lot of visibility!  Less ads, more content.

So we began contacting the advertisers whose programs we knew were the best, most professional and the response was wonderful….and they loved it!

The next task was getting great photos and making sure all the texts were the same length so the design would make sense…and of course, a ton of proof-reading!

Having only l ad per activity or destination puts content first in the Guide

After a number of text proofs, we finally sent it off for printing and now they are here and available at all tourist offices, most of the cities and towns in the Guide, hotels, and more.  So far the response has been great–we hope to make it an annual publication.  Special thanks to Mario Vrandecic, our fabulous designer!

To download it, please use this link:

https://goo.gl/pyu64z

And if you do please let us know what you like, don’t like and what we can do to make it even more useful!

 

 

 

Posted by: viewfromtheriva | June 29, 2017

San Jose Youth Symphony in Split, with violin soloist Eunice Kim


Soloist Eunice Kim

The San Jose (California) Youth Symphony, which does an international tour each year, came to Split last night for an eclectic performance that included Gershwin, Bruch’s 1st. Violin Concerto and Sherherezade by Rimsky-Korsakov.

Since entrance was free, the gorgeous Split National Theatre was so packed our seats were at the very top balcony, practically touching the ceiling!

The view from way up high, looking down at almost 100 young musicians

The youth orchestra was founded in 1951 and has been led by the Israeli-born conductor, Yair Samet for almost 25 years.  The musicians, almost 100 in number, are mostly high-school age and perform in San Jose in the spring, fall and winter, and then go on an international two-week tour in the summer.

We were there especially to here Ms. Kim, a 26 year violinist (you can watch and hear her debut at age 7 here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oymGI69NkbY).  A celebrated graduate of Curtis, she has won a number of international competitions and has performed with some major orchestras as well as at the UN and Kennedy Center.

The evening began with Gershwin and it was like watching 100 musicians jamming–if you love Gershwin, it’s hard not to get into his swing.  Although the orchestra played with gusto–the brass/horns were terrific–harnessing all those musicians into balance was a constant struggle.

Then it was time for the Bruch.  First performed in 1866, his concerto is a perennial favorite with orchestras all over the world. When the intense third movement begins, it’s hard not to find yourself silently humming along–oh, yes, this is Bruch!

Ms. Kim did some beautiful work in the first two movements, but inexplicably left the orchestra behind as she tore into the third movement.  Tempo, tempo!  Clearly well-trained and is completely comfortable with her instrument, like many young, gifted violinists with terrific technical ability, overall I felt her playing lacked warmth.  She clearly is a talent, who has many decades of music in front of her to take her considerable gifts to the next level.  We’ll be listening!

 

 

 


 

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Tonight was the premiere of a marvelous “ballet tryptych”–three different works choreographed by young artists from Macedonia and France, under the direction of the Split Ballet’s new director, Igor Kirov.

This is the kind of evening that really tests a company.  Lots of challenging lifts, intense physicality (try listening to Penderecki!) juxtaposed with deeply emotional pas de deux and lots of full company ensemble work–exhausting!

Unlike Kirov’s previous work at HNK, “5 to 12” which never got beyond its original concept, The Edge was visionary, clear and profound–with gorgeous, passionate dancing by the company’s best. Watching these lovers express their pain, joy and dreams accompanied by evocative live solo piano and violin music by Mozart, Bach and Vivaldi was pure joy.

Special mention goes to Irina Ciban Bilandic, in Isadora Duncan red gauze, a dreamy soloist, Ivan Boiko and a new company member from Malaysia whose name I do not have, who made time stand still with some absolutely stunning work.

What a triumph for all concerned–the lighting, costumes and lovely work by the musical soloists.

My only criticism is Kirov’s penchant for having dancers act like stagehands during some part of the performance, as if somehow this bit of stage business is an integral part of his artistic expression.  In one scene, inexplicably,  a solo dancer, crouched over as if to tell the audience please don’t notice me, starts to unroll a carpet directly in front of of a trio of dancers, who of course pretend not to notice that he is actually not waiting until they finish!  What’s the point?

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The evening began with Sasha Evtimova’s Patterns.  A young Macedonian, her choreography was very visceral and pushed the company to its limits.  It didn’t work for me.  She clearly liked using as many dancers on stage as possible to create “patterns”.  But with so many dancers on stage you need to make sure the “patterns” clearly emerge.  Alas, they never seemed to get beyond a series of well rehearsed physical motifs that drained so much energy, the dancers couldn’t really express anything beyond.  And the lighting and costumes, which could have added some life and texture, did little to enhance the experience as they did in the evening’s second and final performances.

After a long intermission, probably to allow the dancers to recover, it was time for France’s Martin Chaix and Penderecki.  BOOM!, the piece started with alacrity and never stopped.  It was a terrific performance, clean and powerful, sinuous and nuanced when it needed to be–with great lighting and vivid costumes to match.  The reason people choose to dance is the joy.  The freedom.  And Chaix clearly understands this and that gifted dancers can fly.

I wish I had more images, but even on line there aren’t many.  The same program will done later this year as part of the Split Summer Festival and again in the fall.  It’s something Kirov and his company can really be proud of, bravo!

Posted by: viewfromtheriva | May 19, 2017

Fill out the form and get $200,000 from Donald Trump?


Every day we get lots of spam from all over the world promising vast sums of money from the World Bank, the UN, some zillionaire who is dying and somehow wants to give ME his money, etc. etc.

But today, we got this, and here it is, complete with mis-spellings. etc. etc.

Enjoy!

Slikovni rezultat za melania trump

MrsMelania Trump <mrsmelaniatrump87@yahoo.com>

ATTENTION  DEAR

Donald John Trump is­ an American business­ man and the Presiden­t-elect of­ the United States, h­e has pleaded with th­e whole world who vot­ed him in for­ a compensation notic­e.

My Husband is doing ­this for the world be­cause of his happines­s concerning­ the presidential Ele­ction that took place­ on the date of (08/1­1/2016).

I am Mrs Melania Tru­mp ,am the wife of th­e new president Mr Do­nald John Trump. we are offeri­ng the sum of $ 200,0­00.00 ( USD) to the w­hole  world­ who has contributed ­on the election that ­took place on the dat­e of 08/11/2016.­

My husband has assur­ed the whole people i­n the world who has v­oted him in­ to stand a chance of­ receiving the sum $2­00,000.00 ( USD). the­ amount  will­ be delivered to you ­through the Speed Height Delivery Service ­or the DHL­ service or even Fede­x courier service.

The office will not ­charge any much fees ­on the delivery but j­ust the registration fees as­ noted amount is ( $ ­270 USD ) must be pai­d to our agent who based at B­enin Republic. once t­he payment is done, t­he tracking­ code will be given t­o you immediately.

So try and fill the ­below details of you ­and your families mem­bers who also­
voted, they are all ­allowed to receive th­is funds too.

First name :­

Last name :­

Address :­

City :­

Country :­

Zip code :­

Age :­

Mobile number :­

Next of king :­

Mother’s middle name­ :

Once we have the abo­ve info, then you wil­l be give the Money G­ram  payment­
information on where­ to send the above su­m before the delivery­ will be registered.­

NOTE : you are not t­o send any penny afte­r the first payment a­nd you are­
also not to share yo­ur cash with any agen­t once the delivery i­s done.

Just make sure you d­o not delay to fill t­he receiver’s info, t­his is  very­
important and you mu­st do this within the­ next 48 hours becaus­e we have
just 2 months to get­ the whole money sent­ to whom so ever has ­complied  with­ the massage.­

Thanks.­
Mrs Melania Trump.­

Posted by: viewfromtheriva | April 24, 2017

Flights of fancy over Spinut Marina in Split


We took some friends to Re di Mare, the waterfront restaurant at Spinut Marina today and were treated to a fabulous air show–a squadron of six prop planes doing aerobatics over the marina.  Flying in tight formation, diving, splitting apart and even flying upside down over each other a la Tom Cruise in Top Gun.  When they swooped down, they were maybe 300 feet off the water!! All I had was my cell, so I just pointed, prayed and clicked.  They do look like small birds, but wow, what a great show!


The President-elect let's it all hang out

Like most of us, the President-elect doesn’t mind showing his anger

Living abroad teaches you a lot about your home country.

As I get older, I fondly remember growing up green as grass and how life seemed so much more simple, more wondrous–limitless possibilities!  Imagine my joy discovering sex, drugs, rock and roll all pretty much at the same time in college after having been way too skinny and miserable in high school. Talk about visceral experiences that shape a country, a character–what a couple of decades they were for me–from the Beatles, Kennedy, Vietnam, Black Panthers, Nixon, dot.com and my beloved Dodgers actually moving to LA!

I started paying much more attention to politics after college.  Hard not to.  So when Jimmy Carter put on his sweater and asked Americans to turn down their thermostat to help cope with the OPEC energy squeeze, I was impressed.  We began heating with wood and coal, recycling, doing our part to make America great again.

Alas, clearly I was in the minority, because Carter got booted out only to be replaced with Reagan and Bush–and ever since, American politics never quite seemed to get back on track.  Obama was the sea change we all craved, but he never lived up to his inspiring oratory and remained oddly aloof for a guy who can shoot 3 pointers wearing a suit.

This year, experiencing the US Presidential election from the warm confines of a 1,700 year-old Mediterranean seaside city was totally bizarre. Not just because I had to get up at 3AM to watch the debates but because American presidential politics had devolved into a mean-spirited, reality game show. Instead of substance we got one-liner put downs and tweets.

I knew Trump would win.  Not by much, but it did not matter–the nerve he struck was deep and wide and laid bare the wounds that I feel America has never really tried to heal.  And while it is pretty refreshing to see him poke a finger in the Establishment’s eye by “breaking with historic protocol” telephoning the President of Taiwan (which the NY Times and the US State Department reacted to with hysterical disbelief), his freestyle “my way or the highway” mantra scares the hell out of a lot of Americans.

Yes, I can be happy!

And like most of us, he can also be happy.

Trump’s US (as in us educated mostly white folks) vs. THEM (as in everyone else) rhetoric also caused more than a shudder outside America, where many people still remember hearing stuff like this from some of history’s most sinister figures.

The sharp right, global, neo-nationalist political shift is clear.  But its roots are less so, which made me think about what’s really going on here and why America seems to be such a very different country than it was when I was a kid….or is it?

What haunts me is the “us” vs. “them”.   We’ve all heard this before.  It’s the Jews, the Irish, the blacks….them.  Those people.  Monkeys, Micks, Kikes, Spics. Dagos. They just aren’t “real” Americans.

Could all of this posturing still really be about race?

The idea about creating “pure” Americans, Russians, Germans, Chinese, etc. has always been the Holy Grail of some truly warped minds.  Despite “experiments” to cull the weak, castrate “deviants”, inter-breed Aryans, etc. it’s disease, poverty, war, forced migration and inter-marriage that trump “purity” every time –but somehow a lot of people still believe that racial purity is something really worth striving for, and worse, “protecting”.

Worries about race, often obsessive, have been part of American culture since our forefathers arrived on the Mayflower.  Instead of celebrating their great good fortune that these “brown-skinned savages” taught them how to stay alive instead of killing them on the spot, Mayflower immigrants worried more about how to keep white and Protestant.

Although the Indians called these European newcomers, “paleface”, the epithet was benign.

Naive and gullible, native Americans signed treaty after treaty with the U.S. government, landowners, private companies and others believing they and their pure way of life would be “protected”. Betrayed by the “Great White Father”, it didn’t take long for their paleface oppressors to become “white devils”.

Tribe after tribe was stripped of its property and its pride, forced to live on worthless “reservations” and eventually tracked down and murdered en masse.

To me, America’s native Indians were white people’s first “niggers” and the planned extinction of almost an entire race is still the greatest of American shames.

But I digress.

No one argues that we are not a nation of immigrants, but the nostalgia many have for all those who arrived as “good people” fleeing “bad people” (as Trump likes to say), is yet another way America chooses to forget its often bloody, ruthless racist history against immigrants, people of color and the poor.

Instead of helping hands welcoming the waves of Greeks, Chinese, Italians, Irish, etc. who arrived, they were often met by some pretty nasty Americans eager to take advantage of them (watch Scorcese’s film “Gangs of NY” to get some idea).  Ghettoized and exploited, immigrant America was far more of a crucible than a melting pot.

Unlike the millions who have immigrated here, Americans born here have never lived under tyranny–worried about coming home and finding their parents “disappeared”; watching friends being butchered for not being the right tribe, religion, sect.

Fact is, most Americans take their freedom for granted.  Equality and justice are part of our Constitution. But for more than 80 years after the Constitution, blacks were still enslaved and still being lynched for as much as looking “the wrong way” at a white woman until the 1960’s.

Justice and equality in America for people of color on the lower end of the economic scale is not the same as it is for even poor whites.

Despite being a nation where most of us respect and follow the rule of law, some “justice” is too often at the point of a gun.  In some cities, murder is an everyday reality, no big deal. With tens of millions of handguns, rifles and assault weapons ready and waiting, along with the right to use them whenever you want, no wonder more than 1000 people a month are killed by handguns in the US and another 20,000 each year shoot themselves to end it all.

End it all?  Wait a minute, America is a country where you can be anything, isn’t it?. Where the 2016 average median household income was $55,000/yr.  Where the starting salary for college grads at Amazon, Google, facebook etc. this year is over $100,000!

How can a country that promises so much and makes good on many of its promises be so uncivilized to allow such carnage?

Because this election finally made it painfully clear to me that the root cause of what ails America is its racism–not bad trade deals or an economy built almost entirely on credit.

All Americans know what happens to white collar “criminals” who fleece stockholders for billions and whose Ponzi schemes and reckless management force thousands of employees out of work–a wrist slap or a fine.

For Americans with education, money and the right color, gentle justice is a given–compared to 69% of black American high school drop outs who risk going to jail during their lifetime (only 13% of their white brothers will).

In fact, one in three black Americans will actually go to jail. And despite accounting for less than 13% of the population, blacks are 37% of America’s inmates.

America is not the only country that uses violence to solve its problems.  But when it comes to mayhem and murder, we are really good at killing each other. For those of you who don’t know much about the only war to be fought on American soil since the American Revolution, the sheer numbers of Civil War dead still defy comprehension:

Nearly as many men died in captivity during the Civil War as were killed in the whole of the Vietnam War. Hundreds of thousands died of disease. Roughly 3% of the population, an estimated 750,000 men, lost their lives in the line of duty…”

And sometimes, like all of us, maybe a little confused?

And sometimes, like all of us, even a fearless leader may be a little confused

I believe that the aftermath of the Civil War is still with us.  Despite being beaten, the South was punished economically, politically and socially for decades.  Like Germany after WW1, there was no healing or even an attempt to heal.

As my friend, a retired college professor, poet and writer puts it, the “chickens always come back to roost”.

The peace that followed the “war to end all wars” lasted less than 40 years.

In less than 8 hours, 25,000 Americans lost their lives at the Battle of Antietam

In less than 8 hours, using just single shot rifles and bayonets, 25,000 Americans died at the Battle of Antietam in the Civil War

Although the Civil War ended more than 150 years ago, American blacks, Mexicans, Asians and other people of color (and now especially Muslims), still suffer from wounds they have absolutely no responsibility inflicting.

The real American tragedy is that way too much of this abuse is now so woven into the fabric of everyday white American life it goes unnoticed.  Too frightened or privileged to understand it, we choose to become politically correct or incorrect.

Even today, when I go back to the states and into a department store where I could be stuffing my pockets with goodies, my black friends are watched like hawks—“can I help you?”

“No, he’s just looking and by the way, he makes $3,500 a week at Microsoft.”

For decades, banks and other “equal opportunity lenders” drew “redlines” to keep blacks and other minorities out of certain neighborhoods by denying them mortgages if they wanted to buy property there.  Now “illegal”, such practices still go on with a wink and a nod.

As does the practice of purposely selling homes or renting apartments in “white” areas to blacks, Hispanics, Muslims and others to purposely drive prices down allowing speculators to make a killing re-selling them at fat profits.

Even Jesus likes the Donald

Rapturous crowds, praising the Lord and Jesus, for their new savior

Whether it’s a KKK hood, priest’s collar, Brooks Brothers shirt, Muslims on the Haj–white has always been the color of innocence, of good, of purity.  Of all things righteous. 

Black?  The color of the devil–dirty, bad, evil, foul-smelling, foretelling of something nasty.  Not to be trusted.

Blacks couldn't sit at lunch counters and had to ride in the back of buses until 1964!

Unable to sit at lunch counters, in the front of a bus, stay in many hotels until 1964, blacks resorted to “non-violent sit-ins”.  Here angry whites pour food on them and sympathetic whites to show their contempt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I remember being 12 years old, living in New Jersey, going on a family vacation to Virginia Beach, We had to take the ferry from Delaware.  One side of the ferry the seats were totally filled with all black people and the other side with all white people.  And the two drinking fountains at the front of the ferry? One was marked White and the other Colored.  To me this made no sense because living for years in NYC and then New Jersey, black people were like, black.  Big deal.  Jackie Robinson and Roy Campanella were still my heroes.  So I took a squirt from the Colored hoping maybe it was chocolate flavor.  

Nope, same as White.

So I get off the ferry waiting for my parents to bring the car and go up to a guy fishing and pull on his pants, “hey mister, why are all the black people on one side and the whites on another”

And he spits.

Then, in a southern drawl I will never forget, says, “well, lemme tellya son, yo here in da south and these people smell and carry disease, an that’s why we keep ’em separate and call ’em, niggers”.

Well, folks, this is the kind of lesson one rarely forgets.  And repeating it to my mother made it indelible. A tremendous slap across the face, accompanied by a “don’t you ever say that again!”.

The year was 1955.

Zoom ahead 50 years and my friends are still being followed around in shops and discriminated against in employment, where they can live, and on and on.  If you haven’t seen the 2013 movie “The Butler”, which begins with a black cotton farmer being murdered in front of his son because he dared ask why the farmer was screwing his wife whenever he wanted, it’s a history lesson of America’s racial sickness.

The more things change, the more they remain the same.

black-lives-matter

Since Americans cannot talk about race openly, we masquerade our deep seated fears of being raped, held up, living next to, working with, marrying, etc. by using politics and religion to defend our “rights” to think and act the way we do.

What about the Constitution? The Bible?

Our racism is so hard-wired and pervasive, it allows us to watch Africa disembowel itself with murder, disease and tyranny while coming to the rescue of any European, South American, Balkan or even Asian country.

Black and white.

And yellow.

Enter China.

When it comes to racial purity, the Chinese are some of the truest believers on the planet, but they are neither black nor white.  It’s the reason I think they are so welcomed in Africa–yellow skin making friends with black skin–helping with education, training, economic support in return for getting raw materials they lack.

As Trump would tweet, “smart, very smart!”  And it is and they are.

Now compare how we whites deal with Africa?  Remember when Belgium owned the Congo? And how long Apartheid was openly supported by America and many European countries?

And what was the source of slave labor that created so much early American wealth and kept England rich?

Still blinded by our racism and our continuing failure to learn anything from history, we now pay others to do our dirty work–which basically means brutally repress and foment the wanton murder of non-whites all over the world who are either in the way of “progress” or simply don’t want to play by our “democratic” rules.

Eager to play proxy, our “allies” are so encouraged to buy American weapons, we are now the biggest arms merchants on earth.

No country is too poor or too rich.  Don’t have the cash?  We’ll lend it to you or take your commodities at dirt cheap prices to help pay for those advanced jet fighters you will never use “defensively”.  And it doesn’t even matter if  your country doesn’t really need our weapons–surely, you will know who to sell them to since our Congress may not allow us to do so.

So in Africa, we provide millions in military support to tyrants like Robert Mugabe and other despots who loot their countries and murder their citizens.  The reason is always to help them “defend” their country against”terrorists”–citizens who want to take their country back, and maybe even make it great again, like Donald Trump.

Who was one of the biggest buyers of our weaponry in 2016?  Peaceful, prosperous, “democratic” Qatar! Do they need them?  Do they have lots of enemies nearby?  Nope, they are our squeaky clean poster boy, quietly selling them on to friendly, sectarian religious fanatics to “keep the peace in the Middle East”, and clearly earning a fat profit in the process.

Pakistan and Egypt are also in the top 10–despite impoverished economies.  And both are brutal regimes where anxious citizens living in fear of their own government is a given.

So now we have a President whose dream is not Martin Luther King’s.  A President who thinks life is all about dollars and cents, getting the best deal, fighting force with force.

Bereft of nuance and basic political acumen, Trump is the proverbial bull in the china shop.  Yes, he will break a lot of stuff, but he will also be looking out for his own kind, which now includes folks he was never chummy with.

Maybe it is me who is still naive, but I really hope he comes around.

When he first met Obama, who he claimed wasn’t even born here, he realized he was smart, nice and even cool–but now thinks he was tapping his phones.  Born and bred in New York City, Trump has known and hired lots of blacks, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans and other minorities, so at least he’s not completely clueless.

And while he still sees things mostly in black and white, dollars and cents, he also believes that the people ALREADY here, the “good people” who are of all different colors, are way ok….Americans!

Maybe it will dawn on him that people who look and act like these multi-colored, multi-religious Americans living outside the US may also be good people…but their rulers “not so good people”.

Maybe he will understand that racism, not trade, is the great divide.

But unless he and the rest of us honestly make the effort to face our racism, we will be forever be at each others throats all too willing to blame “others” whenever things get tough.

Instead of worrying about a lousy trade deal or building a wall, Trump and the rest of us need to realize that way too often it really is all about race and that while it’s one thing to fund proxy wars abroad to keep us white, isn’t facing a Second American Civil War the far greater danger?

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