Showing posts with label #Dr. Seuss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Dr. Seuss. Show all posts

Sunday, March 07, 2021

The flap on Mulberry Street


A confession: it took Dr. Seuss to make me understand what the phrase “cancel culture” meant. Oh, sure, I’ve seen it a lot, but I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around it. Given my not-so-secret political leanings, it should be no surprise that I thought maybe it had to do with Republicans cancelling literature, art, and music. After all, they never want to fund the arts. But with the current flap about the Seuss books, I understand now that they are whining that we’re doing away with all that makes our culture great. That would be Dr. Seuss and Potato Head.

I was sad when Little Black Sambo disappeared from children’s bookshelves. If you’re older than the hills, as I am, you may remember that Sambo was a young black boy who lived with his parents, Black Jumbo and Black Mumbo, in the South of India. One day out for a walk, Sambo encounters four tigers and, one by one, outwits them so that they don’t eat him. The book was so much a part of my growing up that when my mom hooked bedside rugs for my children, Jamie got one depicting the tiger from Little Black Sambo. (She ran out of steam by the time Jordan came along, and poor Jordan has no rug). But, primarily because of the stereotypical names of the characters, the book, written by a Scottish woman, eventually disappeared. In its day, it was hailed as the first children’s book to feature a black character.

Dr. Seuss books were similarly basic to my childhood. When my brother was little, my family lived on 50th Street in Chicago, and my mom would read And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street to John, only she changed Mulberry Street to 50th Street. When I came along, she kept it 50th Street even though we had by then moved to Madison Park. And that’s one of the books I grew up with: And To Think That I Saw It On 50th Street! A friend wrote me that he learned to read from the Seuss books and still, now in middle age, has the original books a relative gave him and used to teach him to read. Politics aside, we all treasure those books and the childhood memories they evoke.

In a way, I almost understand the “cancel culture” movement—not that we can cancel our heritage, but I sometimes think at this late date we’re trying to rewrite history when we might do better to look our history full in the face, admit its shortcomings, and strive to do better. Yes, racism is a strong and regrettable thread throughout American history, but is banning Little Black Sambo or tearing down Confederate statues going to change where we are today? Not to my mind. We are where we are, it isn’t good, and we must work to eliminate racism in all its forms. With Black Lives Matter, attention to outrageous black brutality, efforts to eliminate voter suppression, and other movements, we are chipping away at the major social problem in America, probably not fast enough for some but social change is never rapid. Preserving books and statues and other relics simply reminds us of errors we don’t want to repeat. Of course, there are those who see those things as shrines rather than errors, but I firmly believe they are in the minority. And little we do will reason with them.

Back to the present, I find the Republican response nothing short of ludicrous. House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy has posted a video of himself reading Green Eggs and Ham. Our country faces several major crises right now—the pandemic (though we’re slowly gaining on it), an economic crisis where too many people go to bed hungry, can’t pay the rent, and have no medical care; a crisis of racism, with everything from justice to vaccines unfairly allotted; an environmental crisis, with the doomsday clock ticking. As McCarthy was reading, Congress was considering the American Rescue Act, which would give major aid to those who need it, along with some important reforms. And he has nothing better to occupy his mind than reading Dr. Seuss on a video?

I have seen some posts that seem to blame President Biden directly for the withdrawal of six Seuss titles. After all, his remarks on National Reading Day did not mention Seuss, as both Obama and trump had done in previous years. Obviously, therefore, Biden was behind pulling the titles. Wrong! Overlooking the fact that President Biden is an extraordinarily busy man with weighty matters on his mind and desk, there is the truth that pulling the six titles was a marketing decision made by Seuss Enterprises, now a part of Random House. Apparently, it was a wise decision, because sales of Seuss titles have skyrocketed.

Making a conservative hero of Theodor Seuss Geisel is as ludicrous as McCarthy’s video. Geisel was a lifelong Democrat and left-leaning liberal who published dozens of cartoons vilifying Republicans. He despised racism, anti-Semitism, and Fascism and would, so students of his work say, despise the trumpians who are now trying to “defend” his honor. He apparently regretted the racist images in some of his books and dedicated Horton Hears A Who! to a Japanese friend, because he had earlier mocked the Japanese in resettlement camps. He was not afraid to admit his errors, and he would want as much for his work today.

The Republican Party, badly divided as it is, has no policy, no constructive suggestions and is reduced to talking about children’s books, albeit some of the best children’s lit ever written. Anyone want to take on The Wind in the Willows? Surely there’s something subversive in those pages.

As for Mr. Potato Head, I still haven’t figured that one out. And have you heard of the new plural—womxn? Use Google. I can’t bear to go into it here.

Tuesday, March 02, 2021

Pot roast makes for a good day


Pot roast

Yesterday, for reasons of its own, was not one of my better days, but today is a good day. I woke to sunshine, the temperature has been moderate all day, and my cottage smells wonderful. I put a pot roast in the crockpot early this morning, added potatoes about noon, and carrots about four. Now I can’t wait to eat it. They say you should bake bread (or cookies) if your house is being shown for sale; after today, I’d say you should put a roast on. The gravy in this one is a simple mix of dry onion soup, cream of mushroom soup, and half a cup of red wine. I used to do that for my kids all the time.

Am I crazy? I am just devastated that Gov. Abbott has opened up the state—no mask mandate, business as usual. Yes, I’ve had both shots and feel fairly safe but not invincible. I had been looking forward to dinner in a restaurant with a friend next week. I distinctly remember having dinner with her on March 12, 2020—it was the last time either of us ate in a restaurant. But now I’m not sure I want to eat elbow-to-elbow with unmasked people. The CDC is issuing a stern warning against rushing to open too soon—guess the good governor just didn’t hear that one. I’m not inclined to be a fan of the Texas governor, he who brought us the energy crisis. Now he’s exacerbating the covid crisis.

I know the argument is that we must restore the economy, but I’m skeptical that letting large numbers of people catch the virus is going to do much for the economy. It seems to me a question of weighing human life against the economy, and I know which one I’d choose. Abbott says individual vigilance is still needed but state mandates are not necessary. What fairyland does he live in that he thinks everyone is going to continue to mask and social distance without the mandate? Sure, a lot of us will, but too many won’t. For one thing, trump politicized the whole mask question to the point his followers think it’s a badge of independence to go without a mask. And Lord knows, we have too many of his followers in Texas!

One more comment on that subject: how many people have you heard of with the flu? Think maybe masks work? Sure, between CDC protocols (masks and social distance) and the terrific roll-out of vaccinations (Isn’t it nice to have a president who does what he promises?), covid numbers are dramatically going down. When you’re winning is not the time to quit fighting.

On a brighter note, I found some clothes I’d lost. I asked Jordan to help look, and she was quite insistent that I had approved giving them away. I knew that wasn’t true because it was a favorite pair of leggings and a shirt that I wore with several things. She was standing in the closet, puzzled, when I suggested maybe they were buried in a basket that sat to one side. And there they were, under some other things—shirt, leggings, a pair of pajamas I wear a lot. Please do not ask how they got there. Brightened my day.

And another bit of bad news for the day—the estate of Dr. Seuss has decided to pull six books from the market because of racial images. I’m not sure which six books, so I can’t speak to the images, but it seems a shame to deprive children of the joy of Dr. Seuss.

Don’t get me started on Governor Cuomo. I’m on a tear already tonight!