Monday, March 30, 2020

Q 14 Top of the Morning to You

I feel a little silly telling you all that happened to me from 7Am to noon today, but isolation makes one aware of little things. It began with the weigh-in and I’m hovering around 91 kg. good.
Read the news on Apple on my cell phone and saw the story of the Skagit Valley Chorale.  For those of you who don’t have a clue where Skagit Valley is, it is a farming and fishing and timber community, very rural about 75 miles north of Seattle. The LA times reported the story of a group of singers (121) of which 60 showed up to practice on March 10. The Average age was 67: youngest 31 and oldest 83.  They distanced and no one felt sick. They brought their own sheet music.  Three days later the epidemic hit. ¾ of the members tested positive. This an object lesson to the President that going to Church on Easter or celebrating Passover with a seder is a bad idea.  So far only 2 of the 60 in Skagit have died. That’s a 3.3 % rate of death. If, for a moment, one considers what that means to a country of over 300 million, it  equates to 9 million dead approximately.  Message: stay at home!! Please!!  
At 8:30 I went to get my baguette, coffee and the newspaper and to go to the Pharmacist. Got my bread and walked into the pharmacy wondering how good the French National Health system really is.  I had three nearly empty prescription bottles from a pharmacy in Seattle, 5000 miles away.  I asked Cedric, the pharmacist, if he could refilled my prescriptions.  Without hesitation he said, “Yes, you need them for your health!”  I had my whole health history record on my cell phone to show him, but he only asked my name and my French address.  I asked for 90-day supply and he gave me 15 days. I asked if I could get another refill if I needed it. Again without hesitation,” Yes”. I asked if I could buy a mask and he told me they are only for Medical personnel. He added, “go home and stay at home.”
When I got home, I got a WhatsApp call from Belfast.  My old Irish friend from UW psychiatry days sent me a wonderful U-tube of an Italian opera singing on his balcony to the whole street. When he finished the street clapped including the policeman on his motorcycle. c I was feeling tears. Singing has a soul cleansing quality.
My friend said, “I sent a book of poems in the mail.” While I was holding the phone, I went out and checked my PO Box and there it was, 8 days later in my hand.
BTW to Americans get a WhatsApp account. It is the preferred communication in the rest of there world. Only Americans are still stuck on Cell Phones through one of our monopolies.  I use Cell, text, email and WhatsApp. The latter is preferred.
In passing, it was 78 last Wednesday and today it is snowing.  The vintners were all worried that we would get a cold snap and kill all the buds on the vines. Cheer up , it could be worse so I cheered up and…
Finally, I read Bob Kagan in the NYT from the Brookings Institute article about confluence of epidemics, economic collapse and International conflict. The changes brought on by the influenza epidemic of 1918-20 followed by 1929 debacle on Wall Street followed by drought in the middle west changed our country forever.  I think we are going through that now with COVID19 and the economic collapse which has led to Mr Trump’s withdrawal from World Humanitarian leadership.  Chinese plane loads of masks and PPE to all the worlds’ needy has taken all the moral high ground. Insisting on tough sanctions on Iran and branding the global problem as Wuhan virus is doing international relations long term harm.  The world after this will be a different place.    

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Q 8 Am I My Brother’s Keeper?

A robo email from a Congressman was the first mail I saw today.  It was from Hank Johnson, GA-4, who was a friend in the Congress. He was talking about the need to take care of one another in this time of healthcare peril. He was asking the Georgia governor to take decisive and strong action lead Georgians to take care of one another.

It reminded me of a conversation he and I had one day on the floor of the House.  He asked me, “Why I wore a bolo tie when I wasn’t Hispanic or native American?”  I replied, “Because we are too tribal in this body. I want Hispanics to know I respect and honor their history. This is a simple open way to express it. I know it works because I can see the reaction of Hispanics in the Capitol as I walk around.”

This epidemic has driven us together, if we don’t miss the opportunity to see our universal plight. Corona virus is an equal opportunity enemy.  Rich, poor, old, young, and all ethnicity get their share of the problem. The melding on the floor of the Congress crosses every tribal line on the floor including age, sexual orientation and financial status or ideological position.

My second email of the day was with a good friend who happens to be staunch Republican who supports President Trump. How could he be my friend/brother?  I got to know him from long contacts during our Congressional activities. I emailed him because I needed a favor and I knew he would respond, but only after he gave me a bunch of Rep/Dem guff.

Before the epidemic was noticed in the USA, on 1 February I went to France to a little house I have in a rural wine area. I was going to chill out after teaching last quarter at the University of Washington. I planned to spend about 60 days, but I did not buy a return ticket.
 
Then the tsunami of COVID19 hit and it hit particularly hard in Seattle, my hometown. The question for me was,” Shall I return home or stay sheltered in place in an isolated and safe spot in France.”

Two problems reared their ugly heads.  Passports and French visitor visas.  My 10-year passport expires in August, so I needed to consider renewal before the problem got worse.  I remember the difficulties during government shutdowns in the 1990’s that people had in getting documents from the State Dept. so I thought I should act now.

My second problem was the lack of a French visitor visa.  Since my anticipated stay was less than the 90-day visa, I opted not to apply for a visa which is permissible. The question,” How do I rectify this problem?”
Having served in the State Department in Kinshasa, Zaire I knew about the consulates which our government operates.  I called the Bordeaux Consulate and the Paris Embassy, to no avail. I called multiple times and worked the phone tree as directed and left messages with cell and email information. I know these are good public servants who are swamped by the questions of anxious people, so a lack of response was understandable.
After a week I was getting more anxious and I thought of my Republican friend.  I called and asked for a favor.  I know the atmosphere in the House is combative at best and poisonous at worst, but I know my friend.  His response was,” Glad you were smart enough to call a reliable Republican and not a dastardly Democrat.” Then he asked to be awarded my Bolo ties in my will if I died. Final note was,” I should call in 3 days if I didn’t hear from the State Department.”

The next morning, I got a call from the Consul General in Paris who is helping me with my problems. 

Members often fail to see each other as human beings but we all are in this together.  No matter how anxious or isolated one feels we can see our brother’s problem and help as Christ suggested in the story of the good Samaritan.  My Republican friend was a good Samaritan.  He may disagree on ideological stuff, but he helped his brother, expecting nothing in return except a bolo tie. Hopefully this crisis can bring us back to talking and compromising on solutions that help us all.


Friday, March 20, 2020

Q 4 Decision Day

Should I escape isolation in rural France and enter Isolation in my apartment on QA Hill in Seattle? Donald says, “Come home now or plan to stay away indefinitely.” I’ve seen on CNN the marvelous planning made for American’s re-entry at JFK.
 
Why come back?  Safety would be the first reason.  My own home in a rural French village is probably as safe as my apartment in a Co-op in Seattle with 45 other residents, many of whom are older like me.  There are the same logistical problems in Seattle that there are in the Medoc region. But I am more secluded from access to the virus here than there.

A second factor in returning is the journey itself.  Two long and one short plane flights present their own problems with recycled air with perhaps a virus carrier or two, in the mix of passengers. Add to that, the chaos of three airport experiences in Paris, Chicago and Seattle and you don’t have a reason to choose that way to spend 2-3 days. If the SST had ever flown from Paris to Seattle it might seem like a positive option.

What’s positive about staying here? :  My own Home and miles of backroads to walk in the spring.  Just yesterday I saw the first buds on the grape vines, so spring is almost here. Food is easy to get in small shops within a 5 kilometres radius. It is 18-20 degrees C and now we are having sunshine.  The Carrefore Market is like the Ballard Market and has everything, even toilet paper. It is 6.5 kilometres away, closer than COSTCO to my apartment.

Isolation is the biggest problem for me.  I can’t see you or talk to you, but time and space are intellectual concepts.  If I were home, I couldn’t visit you or hug my daughter and her husband or my granddaughter which means there is no difference between being 6-8 miles away in Seattle and being 5154 miles in Bordeaux. The platforms on the internet like What’s App shrink the distance dramatically.  I remember when I went to Ghana in 1961. A letter took at least 2 weeks to make a one way trip.

Getting sick is a subject that one must think about since this is an infectious disease epidemic. The French health care system is at least equal to ours.  My biggest handicap is my lack of facility in French.  I’m getting better.  I’m about up to a refugee level who has been stranded in a country for 6 months. Necessity is the mother of invention. I have two good French friends, Corrinne and Guy, who guide me and fill in the gaps.

The other day Corrinne called and said, “Don’t go shopping.  I’m going so give me your list and I’ll do it for you.”  Almost simultaneously, Guy arrived with the form I need to have in my pocket if I leave the house.  It spells out what I am out of the house to do.  With friends like them I will survive.

This a surreal time for the world.  All the givens are up for grabs. I feel lucky to have relatively good options.  Two of my Democratic friends have already died in Seattle, both over 65.   That's in a town with the best health care system and practitioners. Keep safe, wash your hands and I'll be back soon.    

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Q-2 Happy St. Patrick’s day

No need to hop out of bed so I arose at 8:23, began by a weigh-in 91.9 kg, dressed and ate the heel of yesterday’s baguette with goose pate. Then off to see the world.  My episcerie, Chez Joelle is open and I bought expresso, pain Chocolat, a demi Baguet and the Newspaper, Sud Ouest, for 3,65 euros.
Then the adventure into quarantine began in earnest. I drove 6.5 kilometres  to the city, Lesparre in the foolish hope that my French class,7 souls, might be still be on because it was less than 10 people.  My hopes were dashed by the closed iron gates to the old post office building.
No problem.  Off to the local coffee roaster, La Maison D’artemis to get a second expresso and some human contact. The manager told me I could buy and carry-out but no seating was allowed by the Presidential  order. A favorite lunch spot, La Brochetterie, was closed but the Laverie was open and machines were running.
I’m saving my trip to the grocery store, so I have some place to see people today. We often want to get away from people, but we want to control it, not an official government order. Social isolation forces you back inside yourself more than many of us want to experience. I was never very enamored of retreats when you spent 2-3 days in silence. I do enough introspection by myself.  Contact with people is a welcome relief from being with me and my thoughts.
I just got an What’s App St. Patrick’s day card from a friend in Belfast. We tried to talk on What’s App, which is the preferred European  communication, but technology wasn’t flawless today. So he will try later.  Perhaps the internet goblins will let us talk.
Last week I went to the CafĂ© Polyglot, a local once a month coffee klatch where people are speaking German, English and American, Spanish and French. I met a woman who lives in my village of Civrac.  She was there on Sunday evening when they counted the votes in our municipal election. I saw her and she and her husband invited me to her home so Im going go and try to understand what happened in a village of 400+ voters.  I think the Mayor lost his majority.  So great change is about t happen in a village that has church and government  school but no store or restaurant or bar.  It does have a post office and a library open 8 hours a week. Which brings me to books.
I pray to god, Amazon, who says she will bring me some more reading material in English by the end of March.  Does Quarantine apply to UPS trucks?  I’ve seen them last week but that was before the D’eluge. I’m down to two good books but I may descend to the trash novels people have left in my bathroom.
This 500 words is a reflection of what isolation does to this person in the best wine country in the world.  

Monday, March 16, 2020

This man Plans and god Laughs

I came to France to escape distractions, so I could work on a book that has been in my head for a long time. As I arrived here, the COVID19 virus emerged in Wuhan, China on the Yangtze River.  I visited there in 1982 when Seattle went to China to establish a sister city relationship with Chongqing. The eruption of the virus seemed a long way away then and now.
38 Years later, I'm sitting in Civrac-en-Medoc, population less than 1000. Yesterday they had the municipal elections in every town in France. If your town is more than 1000 voters you can vote a straight ticket by selecting a list. Couqueques has more than 1000 voters and so their election was called by 7:15 pm.  My candidate and good friend, Guy Durand St. Omer won.   In Queyrac with more than a 1000 voter, my good friend and restaurant owner Myriame Roure knew by 7:45 she lost 450-215.
But in Civrac with 450 voters, voter can select from all lists so every candidates’s votes must be counted.  I live next to the Community hall where all this was going on so I stuck my head in. 135 people were still there at 10:00 Pm when I went home to bed. The paper today says the result are not in yet. 
On Saturday night I ate dinner in Myriame’s restaurant and she had just seen on TV that all restaurants in France will be closed on Monday(today).  She was more devastated by losing her business than losing an election.  She hoped it would only be for two weeks.  It will be very hard after that.
I have an Irish friend who has been bugging me to see his friend, also a psychiatrist in Bordeaux.  Today I succumbed and called Michael in Bordeaux.  He is involved in the medical system in the University and told me, “Stay where you are. Stay at home. The president will make a big announcement tonight.  The whole country is going to be locked down for probably 45 days. People can go out to get food but otherwise social isolation is the order of the day.”
I brought 8 books with me to read but I’m down to my last two.  I hope Amazon can deliver some in 2 weeks as promised. Who knows.
Reading has always been my place of solace since childhood. Today I’m starting a book called “A Gentleman in Moscow.” It is the tale of a man who is sentenced by the Bolsheviks to stay inside the Metropole Hotel under, essentially, house arrest.
It struck me as I started to read, that this my life unfolding in front of my eyes.  I have been in France now for six weeks and there is no end in sight.  I’m safe and I have food and money and toilet paper. I speak very poor French and I’m an American epidemic Refugee.  My president has excluded me and then took it back, but I’d have problems moving in France due to the Quarantine. I thought what a wonderful blog topic.
So that’s my plan, God.  Have a laugh!!!

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Who Screwed up Congress and How?

English speaking people have been struggling with how to govern themselves for hundreds of years. Developing a democratic form of government is not easy because there is not a simple structure to keep the majority satisfied.
By comparison, autocratic governance is relatively easy. One person, be he or she, a sovereign or sultan or Tsar or a dictator holds absolute power until he or she doesn’t. War, assassination, disease or royal intrigue leave the people outside the decision-making process of a society. Serfs can riot or rebel at paying taxes but in the end, the autocratic government prevails. If it doesn’t prevail another autocrat may assume power or you may have a revolution where the power goes into the hands of the people. Louis XVI prophesied, “Apres Moi, Le deluge.”
Le Deluge(the  Flood) is a chaotic time in any society.  There are always those, who pine for the King and his strong leadership, but the masses are in search of their own governance.  Government of the people, by the people and for the people is their goal. In American history we scarcely ever talk about the era of the Articles of Confederation which was our first stab at self-governance. We brush over that period quickly to get to the myth that the Constitution was written by God and handed down to a group of landed white men in a secret meeting.  It is reminiscent of Moses and the ten Commandments.
 There is a story of Benjamin Franklin meeting a woman on the street in Philadelphia as he was coming out of the Constitutional Convention. Her question to Mr Franklin was, “What kind of government do we have?” He replied, “A republic, if we can keep it.” In retrospect it was as prescient as Louis XVI.
Before the creation of parliaments and other legislative bodies, political discussion took place in the streets, taverns, churches and homes. Getting the political discussion focused in the parliament made daily living easier.  One was not constantly confronting mobs of angry citizens. Political problems were expected to be resolved by the representative bodies.
What defines a representative body? Is it only landed white men or is it all white men or is it all white people or is it white people and their former slaves? Should we included the indigenous people who were here before God gave the North American continent to white people?
We have been refining that question for almost 250 years.  In its evolution the Congress became a place where the problems of a civil society could be hotly debated and then, by a majority vote, a decision could be reached about a solution to a problem that was  based on the common good as it was understood at the time.
The concept of separate powers for 3 branches of government was specifically designed to protect against ever having an autocratic government. One King George was enough for us. We wanted no more taxation without representation.  We did not want a government dominated or controlled by the military.  There were lots of things to be against but the question remained: what are those things that are in the common good which we want for all citizens.
The concept of the common good hasn’t changed much. Food, housing, clothing to protect against the weather, ample education for all the children, peace with our enemies, care when there is illness or injury and the hope for a peaceful period of aging. As time has passed and we have gotten more knowledge, we have added to the list. Clean air, clean water, protection from the ravages of the free enterprise system and the natural world and a longer, more satisfying life through advances in medical care. As time has passed the problems have become more complex and solutions more difficult to achieve.
In the midst of this ever-changing political world, the Congress had evolved into a two-party system.  One party or the other had control for long periods but as new problems emerged, loose unofficial coalitions emerged as a way of keeping the decision making on track.
When I got to Congress in 1989 the Democrats had been in charge for 52 of the preceding 56 years. Informal arrangements allowed business to get done.  For example, on the Appropriations Committee the world was divided into 14 spheres of influence:  Education and Labor, Military, Agriculture etc. Each chairman of one of these areas was called a Cardinal(reminiscent of the days when church and state were one and the same). Each Cardinal received his allocation of the general fund and he decided who got what. The senior Republican, who was called the ranking member, got 30+% of the money and the Cardinal kept the rest to distribute to the Democrats on the committee. Each Democratic member had a certain allocation to spread among the members from his or her region. Norm Dicks was my Cardinal.
Individual members had to present a list of wishes/recommendations to your Cardinal on the Committee. Everyone dealt with this process differently.  My office had requests from local and state government, transportation requests, social and health service requests, natural resource requests and art and cultural museums. We struggled to prioritize them and then published our list on the internet so all the world could see and comment.  And they did. “Why am I not higher than someone else?” was the usual question from the public.
This was the process by which members brought home the “Bacon”. If you got more than your share, people wondered how you did it or If you didn’t bring an acceptable amount, you were, considered to be delinquent, in your duties. As the government grew and grew, taking on more responsibilities that local governments couldn’t seem to handle, the Conservative movement in the United States became fearful that Congress would become like European socialist governments that took care of people from cradle to grave. They were so fearful after the election of Lyndon Johnson and his efforts to create a Great Society that they commissioned a Wall Street lawyer named Lewis Powell to write a plan to stop the spread and indeed to roll back, of the advancing Socialist agenda. It should be required reading for all the incoming members of Congress in the class of 2017. If they did this,  they would have some framework to understand where they were in time.
 Lewis Powell did a masterful job in setting out a plan in 1972. Electing local conservative officials, developing conservative think-tanks(American Heritage, Manhattan, Cato and host of others} and making inroads into the press and courts were just a few of his prescriptions.  He was applauded and awarded a seat on the Supreme Court.
The groundwork for the present was begun in 1972 by Lewis Powell but a Field Marshal was a necessity.  There had to be a ruthless, intellectually dishonest and intuitive genius to weld together conspiracy, ersatz populism, racism and class warfare to form a winning effort in the Congress.
 Congress had been a place where, for more than two centuries, people from every direction had come together to compromise to make America keep moving toward the goals of the common good. This new leader had to be vicious, aggressive and untruthful and willing to make or infer any sort of accusation. He had to be willing to sacrifice some Republicans as well as taken on Democrats. Moderate Republicans could no longer exist. There was no place for them because the party didn’t want them.
In 1974 a soldier for this war on Socialism applied for a commission.  He was rejected twice.  In 1978 he was elected to Congress.
And so, the Newt Gingrich era began. Before the advent of Gingrich revolution the Congress was a legislative body  that dealt with an economic depression, fought two world wars, put a man on the Moon, built a national Highway system, created the Human genome project, coped with the AIDS epidemic and created the most powerful Military/industrial complex known to man. Simultaneously we have created the medical industrial complex using 1/6 of the GDP of the country.
Newt immediately began attacking everyone in power.  Vicious unfounded accusations were unleashed. The goal was to destroy the people’s faith in the Congress’s ability to solve problems for the people because they were too old or corrupt. His propaganda machine was very successful. He defeated the Speaker in his own district in Washington state and won the Majority.
After the election of 1994, Newt systematically began to dismantle the functioning Congress.  He was using the template of Lewis Powell’s Memo of 1972 which laid out the way to stem the tide of progressive government.  He destroyed the human infrastructure of the Congress in dozens of ways.
Today’s the Republicans are little more than a collection of power mad people seeking to hold onto their office. Raising money from rich donors and pandering to the worst instincts of the larger constituency is the spectacle we see before us. Recently the 60th member announce he or she would not return.
The mayhem in our schools is the latest and worst example of the failure of the Congress.  Dozens of children have died since the Sandy Hook massacre occurred. Congress stands and bows its head in the  morning at the beginning of session to commemorate some poor souls whose lives have been destroyed. But really they are afraid the NRA will run someone against them in a primary or a general election. Truly, they are bowing their heads in shame. 
I was there in 1992 when a massacre occurred in California and Pete Stark and others began to push for an assault rifle ban.  It took 2 years to get it passed and the NRA demanded a 10 year sunset clause. In 2005, even with a woman in the Congress who lost her son and husband to the assault rifle madness, we failed to continue the ban.  This is only one example of the internal and external wreckage wrought by Newt.  People who voted for the assault weapon ban  were attacked in the election of 1994.  Tom Foley and Jay Inslee in Washington state voted for it and paid the price at the polls.  They lost but Jesus said, “What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul.? Or what shall he give in exchange for his soul?”
The Congress has lost the ability to do anything.  Name one constructive thing that has happened under Newt and his followers. War on Terror to keep us safe, stopping domestic terrorism, easing the insecurity of millions because of health care fears, Scared school children and parents who worry every morning when the kids go to school.  This the product of the Gingrich Revolution.  Oh, I forgot the 2007 collapse of the financial system, and the burgeoning debt we face as we age into a society without pensions or assurance of health care.
This Congress can act with lightning speed when greed is the driver. Tax cuts, which hobble our ability to do anything creative as a society, are passed at the speed of light.  The whole place has been turned over to 1% of the people(oligarchs) who have no sense of the common good.  No one even raises this issue anymore.  Compromise has been erased from the vocabulary of Congress. Newt takes pride in disrupting the system
William Butler Yeats, who was a member of the Irish Senate, foresaw this and wrote the SECOND COMING:

….the blood-dimmed tides loosed, and everywhere
 the ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

The Congress is struggling to regain its role as an institution that relates  and responds to the needs of the Common Good.  Without COMPROMISE it is not possible. Newt broke the spirit of comity and collegiality deliberately so that the whole game would be decided by Republicans. What he delivered was an emasculated legislative body that cannot function. The Duma or the Polish or Hungarian Parliaments are not functioning and are trending back to the authoritarian governments prior to the fall of the Berlin Wall.  They seem like Washington DC.
The prospects were so bright when the Wall fell in 1989. In 1995 the Good Friday Accords were signed in Ireland. Today, with Brexit rumbling along, we are approaching a resurrection of the border between the Irish Republic and Northern Ireland.  It took 600 years to take down the wall and 24 years later, they are considering how to bring it back. Nobody will benefit from that, much as no one benefits from a gridlocked Congress.
I have some ideas that may help.    

I’ll write it in a second piece.

Monday, June 10, 2019

The myth of Separation of Church and State


The myth of Separation of Church and State

Now that you have decided to run and have talked to your family and thought about how you will handle the publicity about the dumbest thing you ever did, it is time to talk about your religion.  I don’t care what religion you give, at least lip service to, but rather the religion that  your constituents believe in.  USA has a national religion. Most Americans worship at the Church of the Economy.  The ecclesiastical leader is the Head of the Federal Reserve.  He or she is appointed for 4 years by the President. Thereafter, the Head speaks ex cathedra on interest rates and inflation.
Whenever a problem appears on the horizon the population flocks to their local church(parliament) and lays the problem on the altar of Free Enterprise System. Sermons are spoken by parliamentary members, but the people are reduced to praying to the free enterprise system to solve the problem whether it is job losses or lack of health care or affordable housing or an efficient transport system. In its wisdom, the Free Enterprise System decides if the Economy can fix the problem.
You may scoff at my cynical analysis but consider the fact that only Human beings create religions to explain and solve their Problems. The Westminster Kennel Club does not elect a Saluki to care for all the needs of dogs worldwide.  Even more amazing, no herd of camels or giraffes have even tried to build a Notre Dame Cathedral.
When you decide to become a member of Congress you are immediately accepted as an acolyte into the church of the Economy. You are assigned a windowless cell(cubicle) in the cloister of fundraising. You have a desk with a telephone with an assistant next to you, to facilitate your begging. If you fail in raising money, you will be considered a loser and in fact you will be one.
You may leave to get coffee, snacks or go to the restroom as  you begin the search for salvation(election).  If you don’t raise enough money you will be considered a loser.  You probably will not make it.
During my acolyte years I ran for the legislature and probably raised $2000. (1970) My next race was for Governor and I asked a bishop in the Church of Economy(powerful Lawyer) for a contribution. He said, “When you raise $25,000 come back and I will write you a check.”  I was outraged at the dogma of the Church.  I never raised $25,000 until two  weeks before the Primary.  I got beaten badly, getting 17% of the vote. That was 1972 but I never forgot the lesson. I was just bad at the discipline of begging. I lost 2 Governor’s races after that but raised enough to get elected to the State Senate four times.
Then I quit politics and went back to my profession which I loved. I took a job with the State Department as a regional Mental Health Doctor for 26 countries south of the equator. There was no fundraising involved and I loved to do my work, not worrying about the next election.
But I had a recurring lingering disease called a desire to make change in the world a.k.a. advancing the Common Good.  As a practicing physician, I could see a patient and, hopefully, help with a problem that already existed. But it was hard to see problems that I thought could have been prevented without longing to be back where changes could be made.
 My brother and my campaign manager called me in Zaire and said, ”we’ve got a race you can win.” The devil of the Church of the Economy comes in many forms, including friends who promise help.
I said, “Do an honest poll. Not one where you tell the pollster what you want the result to be. Then raise $30,000 in honest pledges. When you’ve done that, call me back.” They actually did it because I told them I had two kids in college and I wasn’t going to jeopardize their futures on some fly-by night poll.  I knew when I came back, I had to raise enough money for TV ads. I knew I needed about $250,00 -$300,000. I had two opponents who had just finished successful runs for re-election to city council(an African -American) and county assessor(a female).  The question in the district was “Why should we send one more white boy to Congress?”
 Because I was late in entering the race, lots of my friends from 16 years in the legislature had already committed.  I knew what I had to do. Everyday I went to my old monk’s cell at 7:00A.M.  and began cold calls to people in Washington DC.  It was 10:00 A.M. in DC and their first question was, “Why should I get into a contested primary in a district that is likely to go Democratic anyway.” I prayed unceasingly and laid my soul on the altar of the Free Enterprise system.
I got elected by the margins suggested in the poll from 6 months before and went on to get 80+ % in the General election. I hate the system but its very hard to avoid going to the Church and not accepting the Head of the Fed into your heart.
The Question might arise in your mind. Why is it so hard to ask for money for a campaign? For everyone it is a different problem but there are some common themes.
First Commandment of the Free Enterprise System: We all grew up in a society where we were expected to earn what we got. No one should get something for free. We ask for wages with no problem. But what have you done to prove your value as a candidate.
Second Commandment: You must give something in return for your receipt of money. My whole life was working for wages in grocery stores or on the ore boats on the Great Lakes or in the USN. I earned my wages.
The question you have to face is, “What does someone expect who gives you 20$? ”What does someone expect who gives you the Maximum Individual donation of $2500+?” What about a $10,000 payment from a corporation?” What will they expect?” 
Consider that one phone call can get you the equivalent of 5000 $20 contributions.  Saving 4999 phone calls just requires some erosion of freedom of action in, perhaps only, one area. It is a small price to pay for less time in the fundraising cubicle.  If you take $10,000 from a large airplane manufacturer, how vocal and forceful you will be in investigating safety lapses at that company? And what will next year’s response be to your prayer for money from the Church?
Maybe the internet will change the dynamics of fundraising. I won with approximately 200,000 votes in most of 14 election victories. I dreamed of schemes to get $10 from each of them. I could never figure out how to persuade people that $10 matters   It would have netted me $2,000,000 with which I could pay for my campaign AND PAY MY DUES TO THE DEMOCRATIC CAUCUS.  I capitalized for a purpose. Newt started dues  in the Republican conference and we copied it on the Democratic side. My dues as a senior ranking member on the Health subcommittee was $250,000.
My fundraising was always hindered by two things: one, how I voted and two, by the fact that I was in a safe district and won by sizable majorities.  In 2000 when Ralph Nader ran, a Green Party candidate ran against me. There were many Greens in my district whom I urged to vote for my opponent, but not Nader in the Presidential race. I could see that Gore couldn’t afford to lose many votes. There were some 20,000 votes for my opponent who was to the left of me poliically.  He attacked me for not speaking out on behalf the struggle of East Timor.  I am progressive but not as wild as some in my district and I always had to keep an eye to the left. Voting that way made some supporters less generous.
But the problem for someone who has been in Congress is how do you tell people that you have to raise money to buy your seat on a committee. In 2014 several members on the Ways and Means committee were perturbed by the fact that I only raised $215,000 of my dues and questioned if I was enough of a team player to keep my ranking membership on the Health subcommittee. I had given all my money except $15,000 I kept to start the new season of begging.
There is a saying in DC, “if you want a friend, get a dog.” I plead my case and was given another term. Consider spending 26 year getting to what you came to do and then potentially losing your seat because you didn’t raise your dues.
But always remember that what goes around comes around. One of my “friends” who raised the question, lost in 2016 and the other had an ethics committee complaint because of her spouse’s business activities. He was indicted for theft of Federal funds. She had been Ethics committee Chair in 2011-2.
The impact of money on politics is constant and there are huge tomes written about how money corrupts. But let me give an example for my readers to contemplate. The issue is hydro fluorocarbon use which was destroying the ozone level.  The discovery was made in 1973 and by 1987 there was a meeting in Montreal where a treaty was signed to phase out its use.  Among the uses of HFC is the role in plays in Asthma inhalers.
I and my mother were asthma sufferers in 1940’s so I personally know the terror of being afraid that your last breath has happened, and you are going to die, gasping for breath.  Many times, I was rushed to the doctor’s office to get an epinephrine shot to break the spasm in my chest.  I saw my mother taken to the hospital in the same state.
Since my childhood, medicine has advanced in the treatment of childhood asthma, often as a result of the use of inhalers that used HFC as a propellant to get the medicine into the affected lung tissue.
The Montreal ban on HFC use, affected drug companies who made inhalers. They were researching a substitute propellant but in 1989 had not completed their tests.  They wanted an exemption so they could continue to search for a replacement.
How that drug company found me I’ll never know. I was new and an M.D. and an active environmentalist. They approached me to offer the amendment and asked me to speak about it. Here was my first Congressional medical chance to make a small change for the common good. I knew the environmental effects long term, but they weren’t asking for permanent exemption, so I agreed.  
Some months later I had a fundraiser in DC and asked various lobbyist to attend. I received a $10,000 contribution from the company I had listened to and helped. I was pleased, needless to say. The question arises HERE: was this a quid pro quo contribution?
Was the contribution because I listened and made up my own mind or did I do it in expectation of later getting some financial help? In my next several campaigns my opponents raised this issue, claiming that I was a doctor in the thrall of Big Pharma.
On almost a yearly basis I got a sizeable check this company.  The only other time I worked with them again was about an amendment to lenghthen  a patent on a drug that took a long time to get through the FDA clearance.  I don’t think I won the vote on that issue but the checks kept coming until they merged with another drug company.
A closer call on quid pro quo is the practice in many offices that send fundraising invitations to lobbyist as soon as the Member’s office commits to a meeting that is important to the lobbyist’ client company. If there is no response, the member may never meet the lobbyist and their client. How long should wait before you put the “touch” on someone who wants you  to do something?  
 Being a believer in the Economy and the free market and miracles have a whole lot in common.
Finally, one last story about the day I led the Pledge of Allegiance in the House at the request of the Speaker  Pro Tem. This a ritual by which each day begins in the House by swearing allegiance to God and Country. I learned the Pledge in elementary school before the Dulles boys scared Eisenhower into believing that Godless Communism was taking over the country and that adding “under God” in the Pledge would do what McCarthy could not do in the Senate.  It would expose communists.
On this morning as I led the Pledge, I did not say, ”Under God.” This failure was noticed on TV by some zealot in a Texas religious bunch that then loosed a storm of Phone calls on my DC office suggesting a number unpleasant things I should do, because I did not believe in God. For 3 days you could not get a phone call into my office.
I was never asked to lead the Pledge again.  If I’m caught in a public setting, now I say, ”Under Gods” in honor of the Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Unitarians and those who just go to the church of the Economy  who serve in Congress.

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