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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Pete Seeger Remembrance of an Historic Night. Not What You'd Expect Me To Say


Town Hall 



My parents were peasant immigrants from Eastern Europe. My mother cleaned houses and worked in factories. My dad mined coal as a child and did manual labor as an adult.

My mother was very bright. She was certainly one of the best writers I've ever read. There was no chance that she'd ever be anything but a cleaning woman. Her father, my grandfather, had contracted emphysema in the coal mine. My mom had to quit school and support her younger siblings. She cooked and clean and worked as a nanny for a Jewish family. She learned some Yiddish and introduced us to the Jewish foods she used to cook.

My dad also had to quit school young. His dad had had to fight to pay back his passage from Poland. The "Johnny Bulls" – Americans of English, Irish, Scotch and Welsh ancestry – thought that they could beat my grandfather as he was a small man, a "little Polak." But he beat them. They bushwhacked him one night. Eventually, he died, and my dad, speaking Polish as a first language and only eleven years old, hit the rails during the Depression, trying to find work to support the family. Underage, he joined the Army under false papers and served as "Stanley" though his name was Tony. When he came of age he re-enlisted under his real name. He fought in New Guinea and the Philippines.

I grew up knowing we were different but not sure how or why. My parents regarded our Bohunk identity as shameful, and as trouble. American culture communicated to us that we were the bad guys: people with names and accents like ours fought James Bond and even Rocky and Bullwinkle. Boris Badenov and Natasha were baby boomer's famous cartoon enemies.

As I moved beyond my working class hometown I discovered that many American elites were convinced that we were the world's worst anti-Semites.  

This confused me. One thing I knew for sure was that my mother embraced Jews as "us" not "them." One of her warmest friendships was with a traveling salesman named Dave. Dave and my mother would sit around the kitchen table and exchange stories from the Old Country. I would sit in on these sessions just to enjoy the warmth and sense of home I got from no other visitor to my mother's kitchen. She had other Jewish friends, and the one time she fixed me up with a blind date, it was with the son of another Jewish friend.

In any case, my exploration of why elites label Bohunks as the world's worst anti-Semites would become, one day, my prize-winning scholarly book "Bieganski."

So, we Bohunks were America's Cold War nemesis. We were stigmatized as anti-Semites. Other than that, though, we had no identity. There were no books in the town library about Poles or Slovaks. I know because I looked, obsessively. My teachers could tell me nothing. Unlike Italians, with their Godfather movies, we did not appear in the popular culture. The only really noticeable Poles in popular culture were the "meathead" on "All in the Family" and Stanley Kowalski, a crude, foul rapist, in "Streetcar Named Desire."

We also appeared in America's humor. We were the funny ethnicity, the ethnicity with the word "joke" after it: "Polak joke." You could tell jokes about Polaks that you wouldn't tell about other ethnicities. Johnny Carson, America's favorite humorist, told these jokes.

"How can you tell if your house was robbed by a Polak? The dog is pregnant and the garbage can is empty" gives you the sense of these jokes.

Some thirty years ago an amazing thing happened. The very people who used to despise Bohunks like my parents and me began to show admiration for people like my parents and me. Why? One word: Solidarnosc. The labor union in Poland inspired the world. Us – manual laborers, Catholics, Jews, people with difficult-to-spell names – we were inspiring the world.

I was living in New York City when Jaruzelski cracked down on Solidarity. I hit the streets with my comrades. I was a fellow traveler in those days. Steve Rabinowitz, my boyfriend was a true believer. And Jewish, by the way. Town Hall, a legendary meeting space, hosted an event expressing American Solidarity with Polish Solidarnosc members.

I was more thrilled than I can say. For once in my life it would be cool to be a Bohunk. For once in my life the people around me cared about what I cared about.

I had traveled to my mother's natal village in Slovakia and to Poland and I had seen the horrors of the Soviet Empire with my own eyes. Finally the Americans around me CARED. I felt like electricity was running through me. I felt the world expand in a profound and beautiful way.

Now, thirty years later, that night of support for Solidarnosc at Town Hall is a chapter in history books. Then I was just a kid, with wide, dewy eyes. I knew the people on the stage were celebrities; I could tell from audience reaction to them. I really didn't know who they were, though.

Susan Sontag was there. I had probably not heard of her before that night. She said something I've never forgotten, because I thought it was such a brilliant way for her to get her point across. She said, if one person read nothing but Reader's Digest, and another person read nothing but – and she named some leftie publication with which I was totally unfamiliar – I've since forgotten the name – which person would know more about the failings of the Soviet system?

She was making a point. Mainstream America was telling the truth about how bad Communism was, while American leftists were not.

I was, of course, at the time, an American leftist. Some decades would pass before I would put two together with two and realize that the left was not for me.

I'm learning just now, through Google, that Sontag's comments that Solidarnosc night at Town Hall were reported in the New York Times, TIME, The Washington Post, the New York Post, The LA Times, the San Francisco Chronicle, The Village Voice, the Nation, and the New Republic. Of course I didn't know that at the time. I just thought that that one lady said something neat.

Pete Seeger took the stage. My image of him was positive. He was a kindly folksinger. He was way more of a celebrity than Susan Sontag. I was thrilled and moved that he was on our team. He was a real, live Americans – no hyphen, no last name ending in a vowel, no grandparents who couldn't speak English, no parents who did the work no one else wanted to do, no relatives in the Old Country who lived under the boot. Pete Seeger was one of the real, live Americans who suddenly was not only seeing us, the Bohunks, but respecting us. Joining in our cause! Helping us to come out from under the boot!

Pete Seeger took the stage.

Now, see, what I am about to type is so horrible, so much not what you want to hear about this kindly folksinger, I want to stop my narrative right here. I want to fast forward to the present day and tell you that I just listened to a slew of encomiums for Pete Seeger on NPR, his natural habitat.

Prof. Alan Chartock, a friend of Pete Seeger's, was just on NPR talking about what a great guy Seeger was. Chartock says that Burl Ives testified against Pete Seeger to the House Un-American Activities Committee. Seeger eventually forgave Ives for this. I greatly admire forgiveness and it touches me no end that Seeger forgave Burl Ives. Chartock also talked about Seeger's environmental activism and I admire that, too. I'm also an environmentalist. It's the cause I donate money to the most regularly.

I know it. Pete Seeger. Great guy.

I hate Pete Seeger. Mere mention of his name makes me angry and sad.

Let's go back to that night at Town Hall, where the idealistic daughter of a Bohunk coal miner and house cleaner, there with her date Steve Rabinowitz, is thrilled finally to feel part of a group in the country she was born in.

Pete Seeger took the stage.

And he trashed us all. He dumped the sticky, ugly substance of hate on us. He did it because he hated us. And his hate was okay.

Seeger, instead of voicing support for Solidarity, delivered a self-righteous lecture about how Poles oppress Jews.

If you haven't read "Bieganski," I can't begin to explain to you here how wrong this was. Because you don't really think about us – Bohunks – in any serious way. We are the joke ethnicity. We are the bete noir. We are the prototype of the brutish hater.

Solidarity thrilled and inspired the world, and your image of us began to raise its head up above the mud.

Seeger's speech, on that night, at that moment, pushed us back down into the mud again.

Since Bohunks aren't taken seriously, let me try this.

Suppose, on the night that Barak Obama was inaugurated, Pete Seeger stood up at a celebration in a legendary public space and said, "Let us never forget that black people beat and torture white people. Remember Reginald Denny?"

That's how bad what Seeger did that night was.

Great guy. Great guy.

He's gone now, so I can't wait for him to ask me for my forgiveness.

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There's a short film, Marcel Lozinski's 80 MM Od Europy. Eleven minutes. A salute to Bohunks. Watch it here

We are not beasts.
Still of Bohunk workers from one of my favorite films, Marcel Lozinski's 89 mm Od Europy 

5 comments:

  1. This is what I just posted to your fb page - where this is being discussed:

    Danusha and Andrew, you have given us two different views of the same occasion... Did you get that transcript?

    Maybe, speaking out for Polish Solidarity seemed a bit risky, and Pete Seeger felt obliged by PC to give the ritual denunciations as well?

    If you operate in the world of politics, you do have to be careful of the Zeitgeist. And while I always appreciate it so much if people can withstand the pressures to denounce others, they are serious pressures, I would never expect anyone to risk job and career.

    I remember what happened to Bob Lamming, who spoke out bravely and politely, about the teaching of Maus at his Catholic College. You describe it depressingly well in "Bieganski", Danusha.

    It reminds me a bit of poor Rene, the French cafe owner, in 'Allo 'Allo, which is set in occupied France in WW2. Rene wants to keep his cafe profitable and also (I regret to say) keep his affair with the beautiful waitress Yvonne from his middle-aged wife. And at the same time, as he doesn't know who is going to win the war, he has to keep in with the occupying German army, the Gestapo, the Italian army, the French Resistance, the British (whose airmen he is having to hide), and the Communist Resistance. And they all have different agendas.

    Sp perhaps Pete was hedging his bets here? The world of politics is a devious and difficult one.

    I'm sorry you were so hurt by it all Danushal. I am sure I would have been hurt and shocked back then. Nowadays, I am so used to it, I just think yes, world, I've got the message, loud and clear, I am more horrid than anyone else in time and space AND I shot Bambi's Mother.

    As for Stalin, well, to be fair, Pete Seeger was not the only one. Stalin is still an official "goodie" in the WW2 narrative, and the millions killed by his regime have no political weight at all. As far as I am aware, not one of Stalin's willing executioners has even been brought to trial, let alone convicted of anything.

    Not that I am wanting to start a manhunt here, let me quickly say. Any left alive would be too old for prosecution now.

    On the silver lining side, it shows clearly that "the world" has no problem with genocide as such. And it confirms everything our Creator, the God of Abraham, has warned us about the current system of things on the earth.

    He warns us, in powerful language, to stand clear, to be "no part" of the world. To take no part in its divisive politics and cruel wars. I am more than happy to go on doing so.

    And I hope that Pete Seeger will wake up from the dreamless sleep of death when the time comes, and find himself in an earth ruled by the law of loving-kindness - an earth ruled by the incoming Kingdom of God - so a very different earth from the one he left.

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  2. How can I get a first edition, signed by you, Danusha?
    The one on Amazon is $43.- the $300. and they don't even specify whether it is a first edition, what shape it is in etc?
    Do you have any? What do you think is a fair price?
    If necessary, and we come to an agreement, I will send you the check first and you can cash it, and them send me the book. Would that work?

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    1. Rusty, thank you for your interest in Bieganski. :-)

      I don't have copies ... they are expensive even for me. :-(

      Scholarly books don't sell particularly well. that's why they are expensive. If more people bought it, Bieganski would be cheaper. One can hope!

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  3. Sue Knight, you are obviously very bright and a friend of Danusha is a friend of mine to me). But, forgive me, Stalin is not a "goodie" in the WW2 narrative. Every award winning book I have read produced by American Historians know and tell of the utter atrocities in the Ukraine and genocidal murder of Jews in Russia and Poland.
    Stalin and Mao are universally considered the world's most worst mass-murderers- 35 million and 70 million (Mao: The True Story, Chang) respectively. Our brief alliance with Russia was necessary to win against the Nazis- if Hitler had not attacked Russia, Europe and probably the U.S. would be under German dictatorship.

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  4. Can you be more specific about what was in Seeger's lecture and provide some support for your recollections?
    I can't revise my opinion of this man on such scant evidence.

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