Bulger Brothers Guilty Of Loyalty

William Bulger grew up in a time when values were quite different than they are today. Loyalty was highly regarded in most circles. William is guilty. He is guilty of loyalty to his brother Whitey.
Both brothers grew up in poverty in a South Boston housing project. Other than that, their paths were extremely diverse. Whitey succumbed to the pressures of the streets while William overcame them.
In today’s world, loyalty is a dying virtue and it is refreshing to watch a man risk all he has honestly worked for to protect his brother. In these trying times snitchery and turncoating to save one’s own skin has become an art.
The corporate raiders who savaged the retirement funds of the workers of Enron had no sense of loyalty toward those whom they were positioned to protect. What a difference, also, between the spilling of the Bill Clinton story and the tale of John F. Kennedy and his intern.
While everyone today is willing to fill in all the sordid details for personal gain, the other side of that story is the respectable silence, the honorable discretion of Kennedy’s lover as opposed to the story of Monica Lewinsky who just can’t keep her mouth shut.
In the new millennium, betrayal is the code word. No more are loyal workers respected by their employers. Lovers can’t wait to kiss and tell. It is expected that all men are willing to turn their brothers over to the system; family ties are meaningless.
William Bulger has committed himself to a lifetime of service for the people of Massachusetts. Has he received the financial benefits for his years of service? Of course he has. These remunerations are not excessive and are well-deserved.

He is a tough man who rose to his current position by dint of hard work and sacrifice. His heart aches for the plight and mistakes of his brother Whitey Bulger. If he could have done something to change the course of Whitey’s life, he certainly would have. He tried. But we are all powerless over the actions of other people. All we can do is the next right thing ourselves, in accordance to our own values.
Mitt Romney, one of William’s detractors, never had to struggle out of poverty. Neither did former Attorney General Thomas Reilly. Are these two men who would turn in their brothers? What does loyalty mean to a corporate raider who spent his entire life working for his own gain?
The tale of William and Whitey Bulger, two brothers from the projects of South Boston, is a modern tragedy. The sins of one brother threaten to discredit the accomplishments of the other. William was the hard-working President of the University of Massachusetts; Whitey was a mobster on the run. William Bulger’s only crime is that he loves his brother and has a sense of honor that our current society does not share.
In Massachusetts, we are fortunate to have benefitted from the public service of William Bulger in all the positions of State he has held. Let us hope he receives the respect he is due and is not witch-hunted out of his accomplishments for his brother’s misdeeds.
“I do have an honest loyalty to my brother, and I care about him, and I know that’s not welcome news, but . . .it’s my hope that I’m never helpful to anyone against him,” William Bulger testified.
Whitey Bulger is caught now, in steel and stone and chains in the world of the snitch, and yet he is still not crushed.
Two brothers, William and Whitey, both accomplished and hardened in their own individual ways. Let God stand judgement on the two; no human in today’s world can do it.—-by Marc D. Goldfinger
“Part of this appeared in the Boston Metro on June 10, 2003. It has been altered to meet the current times.”

For Jack Powers: This Should Have Been An Elegy

by Marc D. Goldfinger

“Go mad.  Commit suicide.  There will be nothing left.

After you die or go mad.

But the calmness of poetry.”——-from “A Poem Without A Single Bird In It” by Jack Spicer

 

My wife, Mary Esther, is a devout Catholic who goes to Mass regularly even though she hates the patriarchy of the church.  When she could walk without a cane, she would go to Mass at Arch Street in Boston, the noon Mass, and she would often see Jack Powers there, on his knees, his lips moving.

She really didn’t know Jack Powers.  She did know that he was a spiritual man.  But the demons.  She couldn’t see the demons.  I knew Jack Powers from TT the Bears, a bar in Cambridge MA where he hosted Stone Soup Poetry regularly.  I started attending there in 1994 every Monday night.  I didn’t know he went to church regularly.

I didn’t know that Jack Powers, in the late ’60’s and early ’70’s founded a free school on Beacon Hill, Boston and started free suppers for the elderly in the same neighborhood.  I didn’t know that he taught Columbia Point Project kids remedial reading and started a food co-op there too.

In 1987 Jack Powers told The Boston Globe, and I quote, “I’m very solid on volunteerism because the extraordinary weight of problems that visits the modern industrial society can’t be met with dollars alone.”

I didn’t know that Jack Powers, on a cold winter night, if he saw a homeless person who wasn’t dressed for the cold, would take off his coat and gloves and give them to the person on the street.

I didn’t know that he often volunteered at the North End Rehabilitation and Nursing Center, Boston, in earlier years.  I know that he died there, a resident, of complications of dementia.  I know that he ran poetry groups at McLeans Hospital, Belmont, where he sometimes was a patient.

I do know that he started Stone Soup Poetry Readings over 40 years ago and made everyone that I knew feel welcome there.  I know that he was held in such high regard in the poetry community that poets such as Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Gregory Corso, and Robert Bly, among others, came to read for him and the poets who read regularly at Stone Soup.

I know Jack Powers drank quite a bit.  It can be said that he drank alcoholically.  When I met him in ’94, he was already putting the drinks down his gullet like they were water.

People knew I was in recovery from heroin, which is just alcohol in powder form, and some of them asked me to talk to Jack about his drinking.  I talked to Jack a number of times about the damage he was doing to himself and those who loved him.

The trouble with the disease of addiction/alcoholism is that denial is a big part of it.  Jack couldn’t help it.  He didn’t know how to get out.  He tried.  He went to AA  He went to the hospital for treatment.  He went to church regularly.

I knew Jack through the poetry readings but I didn’t know the demons that walked through his mind and spirit.  He prayed.  This I know because my wife saw him, as I said, at Arch Street Church on a regular basis.  When he was on his knees, lips moving, what prayers were uttered from his desperate talented mouth?  Is there a God that hears all our prayers and sometimes says, NO”?  I don’t know.

I’m a drug counselor now and, even with all the knowledge of the illness at my disposal, I still relapsed a little over 5 years ago.  I was lucky.  I was able to get back into recovery.

Certainly Jack Powers was as good a man as I, maybe better.  He’s accomplished more in the poetry world than I ever have.  Jack really tried to stay sober.  I know he did.

There are very few of us that don’t have one type of addiction or another.  Some drugs, some money, some sex, some pornography, some comic books, some power, some food, etc. etc. etc.

Jack was a good talented man who dealt with inner demons and none of us will ever know their nature.  When one is haunted by his/her own mind and spirit anything can happen.  Jack was a blessing that touched so many lives, so many lives that are too numerous to count.

It didn’t matter what level your poetry was at–Jack would sign you up to read–and help you if you asked.  He was there for so many.  He was as non-judgmental as a man, as a poet can be.  There are many poets who are quick to judge others.  This is no secret in the poetry world.  I wish I could say that I was as non-judgmental as Jack.  I don’t know.

As Doug Holder of the Ibbetson Street Press said, quoting from the Boston Globe, “Boston is full of elite universities and institutions, often very exclusive, where if you don’t have an academic pedigree you’re out of the scene.  What Jack did was bring poetry to the people.  He published books and had a venue where all kinds of people came through.  He opened it up in Boston, which was old and stodgy until Jack brought a populist flavor, a new flowering of poetry.”

Poet Gail Mazur, from the academic scene, said of Jack, “He wanted to gather everyone int the performance of poetry.  In that way, he was a little ahead of his time.”

Jack Powers was so much more than a poet.  He was a man who gave so much to the world, a good man who reached out to those who didn’t have.  Jack wasn’t money rich, not by any means.  But he was possessed by a wealth that more of us should strive for, more of us should emulate.

But Jack was possessed by demons too.  In the end, the demons took away all the gifts he had.  It wasn’t that Jack Powers didn’t ask for help.  He asked for help in more ways than many of us will ever know.

Jack Powers is goine now but his legacy will live on.  There is much that many of us knew about Jack, but when it came down to it, no one knew the nature of the ticking clock within him that took him down.  Jack Powers died at the age of 73.  It was a sudden, slow death.  Like Neil Cassady, Jack couldn’t get off of the railroad tracks.

War Has All The Money Gone?

I was watching the news last night and this morning, amazed by all the teacher cuts all over the country.  The talking heads were telling us that this is a new era and we’ll have to get used to working with less.  Also, just recently some Tea Party member was talking about the sucking sound of money disappearing into health care initiatives  like Medicare, Medicaid and the new Health Care Bill.

What astounds me is that the sucking sound of money disappearing from our country is because of the ENDLESS WARS.  Nobody is talking about the cost, both financially and physically, of the Iraqi debacle and the Afghanistan disaster.

Are we really spending billions of dollars chasing a gang of cats called Al Qaeda all around the world?  As our country’s infrastructure declines, as we strip our educational systems, as we blame the poor for taking too many food stamps and too much welfare, the WAR MACHINE, a hungry beast out of control, is stealing the future of our country.

Just a quick example of our blundering war machine.  Since 2002 our country has poured $6 billion into developing a police force in Afghanistan so they can take over when we leave.  It’s 2010 and barely one-quarter of the 98,000 member force has received any formal instruction.  Fifteen per cent of the recruits test positive for drugs and nearly 90% are illiterate.  Approximately 170,000 Afghans have been trained but only 30,000 remain on the force–and their competence is questionable.

And this is 6 billion dollars later.  How many teachers in the United States could be working for that kind of money?

I’m writing this column on Earth Day. (You can see I’m slow in putting it up.)  Now this is a day that’s started, I believe, in 1970, to make people aware of our deteriorating environment.  It still exists, but like many good things Earth Day has become perverted and is now a corporate holiday.

All the major corporations are screaming GREEN, they have special departments to write text and tell us about what they are doing to maintain sustainability, whatever they mean by that.  Meanwhile, in the boardrooms, other members of the same corporations are planning their next moves to persuade us to buy products, even though these products are part of what is destroying the world.

Why are the Dead Zones in the ocean increasing in size?  Why are the ice caps melting and raising our water levels so that islands are being evacuated in order that their populations don’t drown.  What has caused this decade to be the hottest on record?

Did you know that, besides the Dead Zones–which are multiple in number and cover areas as large as some of our smallest states–we have giant Plastic Zones in the ocean where non-degradable garbage swirls around and around.  These Plastic Zones are the Sargasso Sea for the creatures that try to live in the ocean.

Our world is mostly ocean but this land creature called humanity is changing the face of, not only the oceans, but everything on this planet.  Right now we are undergoing a mass extinction of species on a scale that has only taken place 5 other times in the history of our planet.  One time was when a giant asteroid hit the world and created an almost endless winter (endless in human time).

We are causing this mass extinction.  Countless species are being wiped out or are in danger of extinction.  In some spots off Washington state and Oregon, hypoxic zones exist in the ocean.  Hypoxia means an almost complete lack of oxygen.  The carcasses of multiple species of crabs litter the ocean floor in these zones.  Twenty-five year old sea stars wash onto the beaches and crippled colonies of sea anemones struggle to survive.  Mats of potentially poisonous bacteria thrive in hypoxic zones.

The weather is changing.  New Orleans still hasn’t recovered from Hurricane Katrina.  And now the BP oil spill is having its way with the Gulf Coast.  I’ll bet some of the money being sucked up by the war machine could help New Orleans.  Not to mention Haiti.  How about Haiti?

We, as a species, have lost our perspective.  If only our psychological and emotional maturity could equal our technological maturity.  If only.

War not only sucks up our oil, our gas, our people’s lives, their people’s lives, but it also wreaks havoc on the environment in which it takes place.  The companies that make the tools that we use to kill each other are not in financial trouble.  They are making more money than ever.

Ironically, many of the weapons that we produce here in the Corporate States(United States) wind up in the hands of the people we are fighting.  How does that make sense?

I can’t say it enough.  If half of the total money that the war machines suck up went into cleaning our environment, hiring teachers, helping the poor get housing and food, and not just here, we’d be doing a hell of a lot better than we are doing now.

Nobody is saying it.  The price of the war machine should be trumpeted on our national news every night, the actual dollar amount exposed daily and the money trail should be followed right to the door of every corporation that makes weapons that kill.

Why is it that we never have enough money for medical care but we always have enough money to blow people, places and things to unholy hell?  Maybe if the money eaten by the war machine that eats us was used to combat global warming we would have a better chance of surviving.  Just think of every war apparatus that emits toxicity: those giant aircraft carriers, those creepy looking bombers that explode across the sky, shattering the ear drums of the people who are about to be blow to shreds.  Noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, earth pollution, mind pollution–just to name a few.

Let’s hire more teachers and kill less people.  Let’s have health care for everyone using the billions of dollars we now use to destroy life.  If we put the money from the war machine into better alternatives like schools, hospitals, the space program, eradication of hunger–we’d have enough teachers, everyone would have the best of health care like our politicians do(they don’t depend on Medicare) and we’d probably have reached the planet Mars a long time ago.

God knows we have the resources.  Now all we have to do is get resourceful and point the finger to the real problem–The WAR MACHINE.  Wake up humanity or go to sleep forever!

Guess what, I’m finally high speed

Let’s hope that this means I will pay more attention to this blog. In the meantime, while I was gone, our civilization has moved closer to an entropic state.

Probably includes me.