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I Was in Charlottesville When the Nazis Moved In-They're Coming for You Next
ADELE M.STAN/BILL MOYERS
By ADELE M.STAN/BILL MOYERS
|17 Aug 2017 10:19 AM GMT
I saw Rolling Stone's Sarah Posner interviewing a young woman with a bandaged forehead. The bandage didn't quite cover the deep gash, which appeared to run from her hairline into her eyebrow, that she said she received when a white supremacist demonstrator used the edge of his Plexiglas shield as a weapon against her. She had been to the hospital to be stitched back up, but it was clear her face would bear that scar for the rest of her life, never mind the psychic wound.
I asked a young man who appeared to be of Asian descent, sitting among his colleagues, if he would be willing to talk to me. He declined, and looked a bit dazed. "I'm still trying to process all of this," he said.
One counterprotester who was willing to talk went by the nom de guerre of Antonin Sotomayor. He is a white man who appeared to be in his 30s, with piercing blue eyes. Born and raised in North Carolina, where he still lives, he spoke with great passion of the armed resistance, by people of all races in the South, to the wealthy people who owned mines and plantations. He cited the Battle of Blair Mountain. He saw the sticks carried by many AntiFa protesters, he said, as weapons of self-defense. He is a recent law school graduate, he said.
"Earlier in the day, and last night, you had the 'alt-right' coming and actively seeking out people — some of them really had no part in this — to assault. So this is community self-defense," he said.
When challenged over whether or not the carrying of weapons by counterprotesters was unnecessarily provocative, he replied, "Well, I think you see how effective the left has been since COINTELPRO," citing the acronym for the counterintelligence program launched by the Federal Bureau of Investigation that often used illegal surveillance tactics on antiwar and civil rights groups beginning in the 1950s and continuing until 1971, as well as infiltration of those groups. "And I think that maybe we should turn back to the boldness of the pre-COINTELPRO days." He expressed admiration for the tactics of the Black Panthers, but also for the International Brotherhood of Teamsters under the leadership of the late Jimmy Hoffa, who went missing in 1975.
I suggest that some people would say that the Teamsters in those days were a goon squad.
"Well, the right has a goon squad," he replied.
When I left Charlottesville, President Trump had finally come to the cameras to address the violence that had engulfed the town. Rather than cancel his planned televised signing of a bill for veterans' health care, he simply incorporated his weak, "many sides" condemnation of violence into his celebratory event, which took place at his golf resort in Bedminster, New Jersey.
Earlier in the day, David Duke told a reporter that the groups assembled in Charlottesville for the Unite the Right rally came to "take our country back" and "fulfill the promises of Donald Trump." Duke said that taking the country back — from whom or what he doesn't make clear in the interview — "is the reason we voted for Trump."
There is no mistaking that many among the white supremacist movement regard the president as their ally. Some marching with white-power contingents wore the Trump campaign's trademark red "Make America Great Again" caps. In March 2016, Matthew Heimbach, leader of the white nationalist Traditional Workers Party, shoved a black protester at a Trump campaign rally after the candidate urged his supporters to "get 'em out of here," and advocated the use of force. Heimbach was to have been one of the featured speakers at the rally that was shut down in Charlottesville.
At no time during his televised appearance did Trump condemn white supremacy, white nationalism or the "alt-right." When, as he concluded his remarks, reporters shouted questions asking if he condemned white nationalism, Trump simply walked away from the podium.
Later that evening, he tweeted this about the woman who lost her life when a car driven by a white nationalist plowed into the intersection where she was protesting peacefully:
When the identity of the driver, James Fields of Maumee, Ohio, was revealed and his mug shot circulated, he was found to have rallied with Vanguard America, one of the neo-Nazi groups involved with the rally. Vanguard America denies that Fields is a member. The New York Daily News reported that Fields's mother, Samantha Bloom, said that her son had told her he was going to a rally, which she thought "had something to do with Trump."
Public outcry appears to have prompted Attorney General Jeff Sessions to announce, later that night, that the Justice Department would launch a civil rights investigation into the incident.
In an interview with Posner of Rolling Stone, Richard Spencer said he and his friends were celebrating that evening, seeing the day as having been a success, despite the shutdown of the rally. In fact, he said, they were having a party. As for his future plans, "I think we're going to have to come back to Charlottesville," he said.
Meanwhile, alt-right rallies are planned in at least nine cities for next weekend all over the country. One may be coming soon to a monument near you.
For part one here
(Adele M. Stan is a weekly columnist for The American Prospect. This article has been made possible by the readers and supporters of AlterNet)


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Roman Polanski To Attend Zurich Film Festival
Peter Knegt
Two years after he was arrested en route to that very event, Roman Polanski will return to the Zurich Film Festival. The "Carnage" director will accept the lifetime achievement award that was intended for him two years ago, to honor his outstanding career achievements as a filmmaker.
The ceremony will occur on September 27, 2011, and will be followed by a "surprise" world premiere of a full-length non fiction film that will be announced at a later date. One wonders if it perhaps could be Marina Zenovich's follow-up doc to "Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired."
Polanski will not give interviews during the festival. Full press release below.
Zurich, Switzerland – September 15, 2011 – Director Roman Polanski will attend the upcoming 7th Zurich Film Festival to accept the lifetime achievement award that was intended for him two years ago, to honor his outstanding career achievements as a filmmaker. The announcement was made today by Zurich Film Festival Directors Karl Spoerri and Nadja Schildknecht.
The World Premiere of a full-length non fiction film will follow the tribute ceremony. Details regarding the film and the world premiere will not be released before the official screening on Sept 27.
"We are especially proud to welcome Roman Polanski this year to receive his award", commented Zurich Film Festival directors Karl Spoerri and Nadja Schildknecht. "We have always been tremendous admirers of his work and we are delighted that we will soon be able to express this to him in person."
Worldwide Acknowledgment
Born 1933 in Paris, Roman Polanski first attracted attention with his 1962 feature KNIFE IN THE WATER. This was followed by works such as REPULSION (1965), CUL-DE-SAC (1966) and his Hollywood debut ROSEMARY'S BABY (1968), which brought him the Academy Award for best screenplay.
His box-office blockbusters include THE FEARLESS VAMPIRE KILLERS (1967), CHINATOWN (1974) and the Holocaust drama THE PIANIST (2002), which won him a Golden Palm in Cannes and the Academy Award for best director. Following THE GHOSTWRITER (2010), this year saw the release of his film adaptation of the theatre piece CARNAGE, which was well received by enthusiastic critics at its screening in Venice.
Polanski's cinematographic work has enjoyed years of worldwide renown. His occupation with such topics as social inability, angst and self-destructive violence is apparent throughout his whole body of films. He portrays his broken, lonely protagonists with often claustrophobic and surreal visuals.
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While you might not believe that there's a season for TFRs, it's true in California right now. We have presidential visits, airshows, wildfires, football, and for a few days longer, baseball. All of these have TFRs associated with them. Take a look at this depiction courtesy of RunwayFinder from last Saturday.
See all those red and orange circles? Those are TFRs and that's not even all the ones you need to worry about in California over the next few days!
In case you don't know, a Temporary Flight Restriction is defined as geographically-limited, short-term, airspace restriction. [We can debate how short-term the Disneyland TFR has been]. TFRs are published by NOTAM (as opposed to the charting of Prohibited, Restricted, SFRA, MOAs, and other more permanent special use airspace). See the list of active TFRs.
There are three things you need to know about any TFR – airspace, time, and restrictions.
What airspace is included in the TFR? There are basically two ways that airspace is defined, either by a point and radius (defining a circular area) or as a series of points that define a random shape. Points are given generally as latitude and longitude, so you can find them on your charts. They are also usually given as a VOR radial and distance. The "blanket" sports TFRs are defined by a radius surrounding a sports venue (like the Rose Bowl). Altitude can be either MSL (most) or AGL (in the case of the blanket TFRs). Having those definitions is fine, but being able to see them on a chart really helps. The FAA's TFR site and most flight planning software will show you TFRs on a chart.
Many TFRs come out as effective immediately and until further notice. This is typical with firefighting TFRs. Others have defined times (airshows and VIP TFRs). Lastly the blanket TFR times are defined based upon the start (1 hour before) and end time of the game (1 hour after).
To be on the safe side, assume you can't fly through a TFR unless you are very clear you meet the requirements to be able to fly through it. In most cases, TFRs are intended to keep almost all aircraft out.
Here's a typical example of a firefighting TFR that is common in California during the summer and fall.
FDC 1/2936 ZOA CA.. FLIGHT RESTRICTIONS BRIDGEPORT, CA.
Let's break down what this is telling us.
FDC = Flight Data Center. This is a type of NOTAM. All TFRs are FDC NOTAMs.
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE PURSUANT TO 14 CFR SECTION 91.137(A)(2) = self explanatory?
TO PROVIDE A SAFE ENVIRONMENT FOR FIRE FIGHTING AIRCRAFT OPERATIONS = there's a wildfire, with firefighting aircraft in the area and they don't want us in the way.
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Q: An exercise on C*-algebra A representation $\pi$: $A\rightarrow B(H)$ is said to be irreducible if $\pi(A)$ has no non-trivial invariant subspace. A C*-algebra $A$ is said to be liminal if $\pi(A)=K(H_{\pi})$ for every irreducible representation $\pi$ of $A$. (Here, $K(H_{\pi})$ denotes all the compact operators in $H_{\pi}$)
Then I meet with an exercise:
Every commutative C*-algebra is liminal.
How to prove this question?

A: As mentioned in the comments, every irreducible representation of an abelian C*-algebra is one-dimensional.
Indeed, if $\pi:A\to B(H)$ is irreducible, then $\pi(A)$ is dense in $B(H)$. As $\pi(A)$ is abelian, we obtain that $B(H)$ is abelian; this implies that $\dim H=1$.

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Gabbard: US Gov't 'Is Hiding Truth' About 9/11 Terror Attacks
Ryan Saavedra on 2019-11-04 2019-11-04
Democratic presidential candidate Tulsi Gabbard said during a Fox News interview on Thursday night that the United States government is "hiding the truth" about the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks.
Gabbard, a Representative from Hawaii, told Tucker Carlson that she believes that the U.S. government is covering up Saudi Arabia's role in the attacks which killed thousands of Americans.
"This story that we're hearing from the families of those who were killed on 9/11 pushes this issue to the forefront where, for so long, leaders in our government have said, 'well, Saudi Arabia is our great ally, they're a partner in counterterrorism' — turning a blind eye or completely walking away from the reality that Saudi Arabia time and again, has proven to be the opposite," Gabbard said.
"They're undermining our national security interests … they are the number one exporter of this Wahhabi extremist ideology," Gabbard continued. "They're a fertile recruiting ground for terrorists, like al Qaeda and ISIS around the world. They're directly providing arms and assistance to al Qaeda, in places like Yemen, and in Syria."
"And as we are seeing here, it is our government, our own government that is hiding the truth … and the many other families of those who were killed on 9/11," Gabbard concluded. "For what? Where do the loyalties really lie?"
Gabbard concluded her remarks by saying that people should "follow the money trail. It goes back to the military-industrial complex."
In a 2016 article in Politico Magazine, Zalmay Khalilzad — a former U.S. ambassador to Afghanistan, Iraq, and the United Nations — wrote:
On my most recent trip to Saudi Arabia, I was greeted with a startling confession. In the past, when we raised the issue of funding Islamic extremists with the Saudis, all we got were denials.
This time, in the course of meetings with King Salman, Crown Prince Nayef, Deputy Crown Mohammad Bin Salman and several ministers, one top Saudi official admitted to me, "We misled you."
He explained that Saudi support for Islamic extremism started in the early 1960s as a counter to Nasserism—the socialist political ideology that came out of the thinking of Egypt's Gamal Abdel Nasser—which threatened Saudi Arabia and led to war between the two countries along the Yemen border.
This tactic allowed them to successfully contain Nasserism, and the Saudis concluded that Islamism could be a powerful tool with broader utility.
Under their new and unprecedented policy of honesty, the Saudi leadership also explained to me that their support for extremism was a way of resisting the Soviet Union, often in cooperation with the United States, in places like Afghanistan in the 1980s.
In this application too, they argued, it proved successful. Later it was deployed against Iranian-supported Shiite movements in the geopolitical competition between the two countries.
But over time, the Saudis say, their support for extremism turned on them, metastasizing into a serious threat to the Kingdom and to the West.
They had created a monster that had begun to devour them. "We did not own up to it after 9/11 because we feared you would abandon or treat us as the enemy," the Saudi senior official conceded. "And we were in denial."
Families who lost loved ones in the 9/11 attacks want the truth, and they deserve the truth. Join me in demanding all information regarding Saudi involvement in 9/11 attack:
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— Tulsi Gabbard (@TulsiGabbard) November 1, 2019
By Ryan Saavedra
This article was originally published by "Daily Wirer"
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Tulsi Gabbard: Release documents related to Saudis and 9/11
KAREN MATTHEWS, Associated Press
NEW YORK (AP) — Democratic presidential candidate Tulsi Gabbard joined relatives of Sept. 11 victims on Tuesday in demanding that the federal government release the findings of its investigation into the Saudi government's role in the Sept. 11 attacks.
"We are 18 years removed from this terrible crime, and the victims of this crime, the families who are here today, the American people deserve all of the evidence to fully come to light," the Hawaii congresswoman said in New York City. She said the victims' families "want the truth, and they deserve the truth."
Plaintiffs in a federal lawsuit seeking the release of documents that they believe link the attackers to Saudi government officials joined Gabbard at a museum near the former site of the twin towers.
"Our government should not be invoking secrecy to keep its own mistakes hidden from the American people and should certainly not be used to protect the Saudis from embarrassment or, worse yet, accountability," said Terry Strada, a Sept. 11 widow and the chairwoman of 9/11 Families and Survivors United for Justice Against Terrorism. "Until there is an accounting, we will never go away."
Messages seeking comment were left with the U.S. Department of Justice and with an attorney for the Saudi government.
The Saudi government has repeatedly denied involvement in the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks, though 15 of the 19 hijackers were Saudis.
Gabbard said she enlisted in the military after the terrorist attacks "to use my life to defend the safety and security of the American people."
Gabbard, who is trailing far behind the front-runners in the race for the Democratic nomination, has previously criticized the Saudi government on the presidential debate stage and on Twitter , where she used salty language to accuse Republican President Donald Trump of awaiting "instructions from his Saudi masters."
Gabbard said she would reintroduce House Resolution 663 from 2017, which would demand that documents related to Sept. 11 be declassified "to the greatest extent possible so as to provide answers to survivors, the families of the victims, and the people of the United States."
She said she was seeking "not a highly redacted version of this information that makes no sense but a declassified version that actually speaks the truth of what led to the attack on 9/11."
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Margaret Ward McClain
The Simons House
I still walk through the house in my mind, not as much in memory as meditation. I savor each step, from the threshold schhhh of my foot scraping the sand on the back door cinderblock, to the tatty screened door smacking shut behind me as I step out to face the Atlantic Ocean. Nights when my grown-up self lies sleepless, scrubbing my feet together in the desperate itch of anxiety, I step through that door, inhale deeply, and walk body and soul into that place where I can breathe.
Because we have all been children, we all have a physical place that is a part of our being, because it was the place of our becoming. As children we are physical beings locked in the moment. The sight, sound and scent of living, the tactile presence of it, embeds itself within us. It is unnoticed but as constant and critical to our growing as oxygen that flows through our blood from breathing. As adults, we live in layers of past, present and future. When my adult present was rocked and cracked by death, sickness and separation until it split into a gaping rift, I found that childhood place. It bubbled up, unbidden, and flowed liquid into the gap. Some embedded tactile presence of living rushed into the emptiness that threatened to take my life and filled it.
This is a story about that place.
The Simons (rhymes with "ribbons") House is an old island house, built sometime in the 1920's on the Isle of Palms in South Carolina. In days before air-conditioning, a waterside refuge from the swelter of Charleston summers was considered a near necessity for the well-to-do. Proximity to the city meant the banker Mr. Simons could join his family when they left their house in town for the summer. The beach house is well-built for its purpose, settled under a hipped roof behind the dunes in a small strip of maritime forest. Screened-in porches run the full length of the house front and back. Double-hung casement windows connect the porches to the interior. A shotgun floor plan allows the breeze to move and views straight through to the ocean.
The house has all modern conveniences, of course, circa the 1950's: gas stove, sink, refrigerator. Modernity, perhaps also the1950's, enclosed the back porch to add windows facing the street and a sliding glass door to the main house. A rickety deck out front just skims the tops of the stocky pine and wax myrtle brush, allowing a broad view of the beach and the ocean beyond. A dishwasher, washer-dryer, and downstairs washrooms were added in the 1960's. An "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" practicality has otherwise left the house and its furnishings, funky and functional, unchanged. Violent island storms have not been able to damage the sturdy-built house; it hunkered down in the pines to survive even when Hurricane Hugo scoured the island in 1989. As newer houses parked themselves in the middle of the street or were swept out to sea, the stout grey Simons house on its cinder-block foundation stood, and stands today.
In the 1960's my maternal grandfather befriended Mr. Simons. Our family was firmly middle-class, my grandparents living in a sturdy brick ranch house on then-rural James Island, my young parents in a small house nearby. My grandparents were proud McLeods of Scottish descent, frugal by nature, children of the Depression, known to squeeze a nickel 'til it squeaked. The very idea of a beach house was out of the question. But my grandmother, a red-hot Mama, suffered in the tropical heat. Worn out with fans, ice trays and complaining, my grandfather worked a deal with Mr. Simons. Our family (in those days a hive that included my maternal grandmother and grandfather; my mother and father; my mother's brother and his wife; their two daughters; my mother's sister; my sister; and me), could have his beach house for the last two weeks of June. Thus Mr. Simons was spared the indignity of renting his house to the public, our family was spared the indignity of being renters, and my Grandmother would be cool. They struck a price we could afford and the deed was done.
I still imagine that by 'our family,' Mr. Simons pictured my genteel grandparents. In reality, we were a horde between twelve and twenty, a volatile mix of cocktail party, day care, kennel, and commercial fishing operation. We were a Clan, decamped for our two weeks of summer. In my childhood, I imagined that real life happened only at the Simons house. Everything else was just an interruption. I was good at imagining. After some tests at school I was tagged a 'gifted' child (read: nerd). I was socially awkward, painfully sensitive, uncoordinated, and homely. Of course I was paired with an outgoing, bubbly, beautiful little sister. She was, and still is, a tiny porcelain doll, a perfect miniature with olive skin, huge green eyes and long, loose curls of dark hair. I was blessed with a stocky build, fair skin that crisped lobster-red at the first hint of sun, and a shock of dark hair so unruly my mother kept it cropped in a 'too much trouble' shag. My eyes are deep-set and pale as water, and my front teeth stuck out so far that (so I was told) I could eat an apple through a picket fence. Given those cards I preferred to live elsewhere, that "other place" being my interior fantasy worlds of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, Lewis Carroll, the green hills of James Herriot's Yorkshire, the dramatic Brontes, and Greek mythology. When I ran out of books I read cereal boxes.
My parents seemed to prefer that I live elsewhere, too. I wasn't much trouble catatonic in a book. Mom and Dad loved me; I never doubted that. But my pretty, preppy, popular and handsomely alliterative parents didn't know what to do with their oddball eldest child. At the Simons house my grandparents were in charge and knew exactly what to do. They let me be. They didn't give two hoots about giftedness or moodiness or mouthiness. They casually shared their gifts: his prodigious intellect and quirky inventiveness, her glamour and vicious wit, and both were generous with their humor and all-encompassing love. For two whole weeks of summer, there was a real world I could live in. At the Simons House I had a place.
Getting the family to the house required weeks of preparation. By the time school was out in early June the excitement was excruciating. Plans were made, the party assembled: my mother's parents, my mother's young sister, my parents, my sister and I, my mother's brother, his wife and their two girls, everyone's dogs. Our Clan at its core: three families, four children, and at least three family dogs. All would stay two weeks. A host of friends and relations would traipse in and out. Groceries alone filled the back of the station wagon. There was menu planning, baking, packing and more packing. Boxes of sheets and towels, suitcases, sunscreen, dog food and enough booze to float the Peninsula had to go somewhere. Most years it piled to the roof of the station wagon, filled a car-top carrier, and was lashed with rope to the inside of the Boat.
The Boat, Dad's prized possession, had many incarnations. At its pinnacle it was a well-kept Boston Whaler with all its original parts. The Whaler enjoyed only a brief tenure before the need for cash eclipsed the need for Boat. The rest were a flotilla of scows perched on rusty trailers in varying states of restoration. The motors ran, sometimes. All performed admirably to satisfy my dad's endless need — he was like Rat and Toad in The Wind in the Willows — to mess about in boats. My favorite was a nearly flat aluminum john-boat. She was painted the same electric blue the old-time Gullah families used on window and door trim to keep bad spirits out. She was dubbed "Plait-Eye" for the supernatural power of her ungodly blue to repel haints, hags, and the "plait-eye"– evil spirit of conjunctivitis. Gallons of WD-40, yards of duct tape, and tremendous cursing guaranteed that her motor would be seaworthy for two weeks in June.
Her first job was to get all our gear to the coast. Shrimp nets, crab traps, ice chests, bicycles, and anything that wouldn't fit in the car was secured aboard. Plait-Eye was heaped high and hitched to the station wagon. Mama piled my sister, the dog and me in the car to fight for real estate in the back seat. Dad climbed in the driver's seat, popped a beer, unwrapped a stick of Wrigley's, and lit a cigarette. Chewing and puffing, he backed our multicolored paraphernalia wagon out of the drive and we hit the highway. Our one-third of the Clan was on the move. In my early childhood my parents moved us from Charleston four hours away to Greenville, red-dirt capital of the Upcountry, for my father's job. To the broader family it was an eighteen-year exile. I presumptuously think this was a late passage into adulthood for my mother, the pain of moving away from her parents like losing a limb. She had five-year-old me and my infant sister in a new town. My father was unpredictable, volatile; one moment a kind and tender husband and father, the next moment angry and vicious.
In the early 1970's, alcoholism wasn't an illness, mental illness didn't happen to ordinary people, and nobody talked about any of it. This isn't that story, but it would be less-than-honest to leave it out of this one. It is a truth infused into every element of my childhood. We were a family, not of gods and children, but of human beings. The truth, for better or worse, made love for us more fragile, and more precious. Relentlessly optimistic and gracious, my mother made it all look beautiful. Providently her brother and his wife moved near us, and for a time we all bore our exile from the Lowcountry together. Going to the Simons House was our homecoming, each of us taking our place in the life we coulda-shoulda-woulda had.
Charleston in the 1970's still suffered the ravages of Reconstruction. Industry never took hold and many South-of Broad mansions were all collapsed verandas and peeling paint. Downtown streets now packed with chic boutiques were rows of boarded-up storefronts and broken windows. One hundred years stopped the city still. It rotted inside from the generational poverty, crime and violence that were the legacies of racism. The grand old city and its inhabitants were 'too poor to paint, too proud to whitewash,' and many middle-class families like mine had little choice but to move elsewhere. The caravan was on its way.
We traveled in a convoy with my uncle, aunt, and cousins, their car similarly piled high with provisions. "Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine" and the miracle of CB radio connected us like an invisible string down the highway. Mounted under the dashboard, it crackled and squawked for the four-hour journey, allegedly to keep Dad from getting a ticket. It didn't work. More than once we saw the bubblegum popping in the rear-view mirror then heard my dad curse and pull over. Conveniently he could pay the ticket, in cash, to the trooper right there on the road. Mostly my dad and uncle played walkie-talkie going down the road: "Breaker-one-nine, this is the Witch Doctor, copy?" "Go ahead, Witch Doctor." Constant communication was necessary. Inevitably a beach towel started flapping, a cooler threatened to jump ship, or heaven forbid, the trailer blew a tire. My sister and I were perched as lookout in the back seat, trained to alert my parents at the first sign of a flapping rope or a fishtailing trailer.
We had about a fifty-fifty chance of making it all the way without shimmying to a swerving, swaying halt along the shoulder of the interstate. Serious cussing and fussing ensued. Dad would strip off his shirt and bang away at the trailer, frying himself to a crisp in the heat rising off the asphalt. My mother would bring down the car windows as the heat built up, the dog panting between my sister and me as we started to sweat and stick to the vinyl seats. After an hour or so of sweating and cursing and a medicinal beer or two, Dad would have the trailer back in commission and with a, "We got the hammer down to Charlie-town!" we'd be cruising down the road. After hours cramped in the wagon, broken up by a Coca-Cola and bathroom break, we'd finally roll in to the Holy City.
Heavy, sulfur-laden air from the paper mills west of the Ashley River proclaimed our arrival. Even asleep we couldn't miss it. Dad would roll the windows down and announce, "Ahh, the smell of North Charleston!" as my sister and I squealed and covered our noses. Over the next hour we'd roll across the lattice of bridges criss-crossing the city, the scent gradually fading from paper mill to the salt exhalation of the marsh. As we crossed the causeway to the islands, lined on either side by rows of full-blooming oleanders and a vast expanse of salt-marsh, I'd imagine the road knitting itself closed behind us, shrinking the world to a speck. The island spread out before, a narrow road suspending us between the sloe-brown waterway and the silver whitecaps of the inlet.
We drove over the Breach Inlet bridge, past the Grim Reaper sign warning of deadly currents in the waters deceptively calm at the crescent of beach. We made a right turn into a green tunnel of maritime scrub, and finally a break in the brush and the leaning wire fence marked the sandy yard. The car came to a stop. In a second of stillness before the explosion of arrival, the sweet smell of the sun on a giant bay tree suffused the air. The big gray barn of a house hunched behind the bay tree, half obscured from the street, sloped roof tucking back into the brush. We were home.
Moving-in day was controlled pandemonium. Children and dogs tumbled from the hot cars and scrabbled out of the way as the men maneuvered cars and boats in the tight postage-stamp of yard. My grandmother's bum hip and seniority earned my grandparents the coveted single parking spot under the carport for their pea-green government-issue K-car. "Here we are!" she'd sing out in a musical tone reserved for us children and Christmas. She'd open the passenger door and swing her legs out, giving us a glimpse of hot-pink toenail polish and white Bermuda shorts. My grandmother rarely wore trousers and never, ever wore shorts, except at the beach. At the beach her once-glorious gams were liberated, long dancer's legs displayed between white bermudas and bright sandals with giant flowers on the toe. Her banjee shoes, she called them, a Gullah word for 'ridiculous'. It fit.
My grandfather would emerge from the driver's side in similarly natty attire: madras Bermuda shorts, embroidered guayabera, and a broad-rimmed Panama hat straight from Panama. "Hi, babe!" he'd wave to me and call out as my sister and I sprinted across the yard. Then he'd turn and offer his arm to my grandmother. She pushed and pulled her way out of the car, exclaiming "Oh, Lord, it's hot as the hinges of Hades!" Thus began her two-week verbal assault on the heat. If creative cursing made it cooler, she'd have been in the Arctic year-round. We children were well-trained. First item of business: find her fan.
After mobbing my grandparents with hugs, we took fan, suitcases and laundry baskets of linens from the back seat and headed for the door. The joyous bucket brigade of moving-in had begun. We invaded the house like the Viking horde. The cars and boats disgorged their load armful by armful. We children ran up and down the stairs and in and out of each room, making sure that the previous year had not altered a thing and each stick of furniture and knickknack was intact. We offered loud reports of anything new: "Mama! They got an os-illating fan!!" Fortunately, the Simons' didn't believe in change. Every year, every plastic lobster, every collection of seashells, every deck of cards remained in its proper place, having somehow survived our summer conquest. The house fit us all like a favorite pair of jeans, broken-in just right.
Within the hour we had each found our proper places. My grandmother perched on the vanity stool in front of the window air conditioner in her room, fanning and praising the Lord in relief. Later she would line the vanity with little containers of poudre , umpteen lipsticks in reds and corals, and her glass bottle of Shalimar. My mother and aunt fluttered from room to room with thrilling efficiency, first filling the refrigerator and pantry, then unpacking sheets and making beds. The men unloaded the fishing gear, shrimp nets, rafts, bicycles and beer, clanking around loudly downstairs until the work upstairs was done. We children 'helped' first one and then another, running out onto the porch, up and down the stairs, into the yard, tracking in sand and pestering people. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable delay, my uncle would yell, "Let's go beach!!" He'd already be halfway down the narrow path between the dunes to the ocean, towel flung over his shoulder. Bathing suits? We'd had those on since six o'clock that morning.
Hot, sweaty, sticky children bolted through the house, out the screened door of the front porch, down the concrete stairs and took off after him across the dunes. Older than the rest, I tried to maintain a pretense of dignity and walk until I could claim hot sand burning my feet. Ignoring the prick of a sand spur or sharp shell, I'd run to the first lap of foam on the sand, plow into the surf up to my knees, and fling myself headfirst under the waves. Blissful shock of cold, then dark, then down and down to rush upward again, break the surface and breathe deep. With the taste of the salt and water streaming down my face I emerged, fully awake and new.
In the evening, after supper had been prepared in the tiny kitchen, eaten on the back porch at the long wooden table, and cleaned up after, the family repaired to the front porch. Each found an accustomed spot on the mishmash of furniture, claiming a front-row seat for the evening's entertainment: a cooling breeze scented by wax myrtle and bay, light deepening from gray to darkest blue at nightfall, appearing pinpoints of buoy lights marking the harbor channel, blinking specks from ships at anchor miles out to sea. My spot was the hammock strung at one far end of the porch. I sat curled around my books there, reading until darkness obliterated the words on the page. Then I just lay low, hoping to escape discovery and bedtime for as long as possible.
I sat quiet and still, listening as the adults talked and laughed into the night. The rhythm of their voices rose and fell in waves, laughter and joking, impassioned discussion of politics, funny and tragic stories that wove together into history and identity, into us. Gazing out at the ships' lights in the darkness, I listened until the words disappeared and only sound remained in the rising fog of sleep. Later, carried to bed and feeling the cool of the sheets on my skin, I would rouse enough to feel a current of joy. Tomorrow I would still be here. I would wake in the morning and be home.
This is a story about a house.
Today, my walk in meditation begins as it did then, and I am as physically present in mind now as I was then in body. I take a deep breath, then up the concrete step to the heavy wooden front door. The door swings open to the ground level, a cinder-block and concrete first floor that anchors the wooden structure of the main house upstairs. The air is still, slightly musty, cooling without the chill of air conditioning. I start down the narrow hallway, past the laundry, past the dormitory-style ladies' and men's shower and dressing rooms. A green beaded curtain separates the main living space from an extra fridge, a rusty freezer and piles of fishing equipment and hardware. I pause to run my fingers across the smooth wooden beads, smiling at the click and shimmer of the absurdly avocado green strands. Décor is a jumble of vintage yard-sale furniture and a cheery green-and-orange color scheme, best of the 1960's floor-to-ceiling.
I move on past the brown-and-gold plaid polyester couch to the twin-bedded downstairs rooms: sky-blue for my parents, orange for me and whichever itinerant family member would occupy the other twin bed. Slightly curling posters and paint-by- number portraits of horses and ships line the walls. A box fan sits in the window, turned backwards to pull the hot air out. I turn the knob and a cross-breeze fills the room. I sit for a moment on the narrow bed against the wall, drinking in the scent of salt, scrub pine and bay. I would linger here, lay my cheek on the cool cotton sheets, drift off to sleep to the hum of the box fan and the murmuring ocean, but I have another place to go.
In the middle of the downstairs space sits the staircase. The narrow wooden stairs are almost a tunnel, rising steeply and emerging abruptly from the floor on the second story into the main house. My feet fall into the grooves worn on the stair treads by decades of flip-flops and sand. Upstairs is a different world, all dark wood with bright borders of porches and windows. To my left, three small bedrooms with creamy floor-to-ceiling bead board line up like soldiers, doors opening to the shotgun passage from front porch to back. To my right is the small kitchen with its cracked linoleum floor and rickety butcher-block prep table. Leaving the kitchen behind I turn for the open passage leading past the bedrooms to the great room and front porch. The first bedroom has bunk beds (bunk beds!) for the children, first me and my sister, later my younger cousins.The middle bedroom, a room just large enough for the double wrought-iron bed, sheltered my aunt and uncle and let them keep an ear out for the children. The front bedroom, for my grandparents, has twin beds and a window-unit air conditioner, then the only air conditioning in the house.
On my way down the passage I am caught, as I always have been, mid-stride, captivated. A tall oak curio cabinet stands against the wall, honey-colored wood intricately carved, glass-front doors revealing shelves piled with a wonderment of shells. There is a collection of hundreds, some carefully labeled with a Latin name on a tiny strip of paper, others stacked to overlapping. Conch shells, purple striped urchins, varicolored mussel shells spread like wings. Some are familiar, like an entire shelf of pale lettered olives, the South Carolina state shell, sometimes found on the island by the sharp-eyed and lucky. Others are messengers from exotic shores: giant conchs with porcelain-smooth pink centers, a curving cream-and brown nautilus, and tiny wentels spiked and whorled. My mind is pulled past my horizon to another shore, where the life of these creatures begins, the thousands of watery miles of life and death between, the wave that carries them, the hand that carries them here.
I could spend hours here, gazing, but I move on.
Beyond the curio cabinet the passageway opens onto the great room, connected to the front porch by a door and a wall of double-hung windows. It is paneled floor-to-ceiling with dark cypress furnished with white wicker, a Morris chair, and a lobster trap with a glass top serving as a coffee table. I move to the center of the room, letting my glance drift across the walls decorated with netting spangled with shells, yellowing Audubon prints of brown pheasant, a rowing oar above the passage to the upstairs bath and kitchen. I step through the small doorway and let my fingers brush the knob to the pantry door, but I do not open it. Across the narrow passage is the upstairs bath, a small space filled with a pull-chain toilet and massive claw-foot tub perched on the bead-board on elaborate feet, enameled a spectacular shade of orange. The passageway ends in the small narrow kitchen, connecting to the back porch with a door and a double hung window behind the stove.
Passing through the kitchen I end where I began, at the staircase. Doors and windows honeycomb the upstairs. Solid wooden three-paneled doors with round glass knobs connect each room with at least two others, windows open to the exterior, doors and interior windows open to the porches. With doors and windows open, the lightest breeze has run of the house, ruffling bed sheets, stirring the sea-oats plucked and propped in containers for decoration, flipping cards on the table, sending paper napkins fluttering. Closed up the house is a hollow tree, dark wood enclosing sturdy wooden doors and shuttered windows batten down to keep out the tropical weather. In summer we lived with doors and windows flung wide, open to the light, open to catch the cooling breeze off the ocean, open to the beautiful sight of a distant storm.
I return through the upstairs the way I came, through the great room to the front porch. I step through the door into bright space, gray painted wood under my feet, sky-blue bead board above, ahead a lattice of white-painted wood and screen and beyond it the ocean. The hammock hangs at the far end, a white curve of rope and wood against the gray, the rope's open weave casting a patterned shadow on the floor. A small green lizard napping underneath startles and skitters off to a shady corner. Inhaling deeply, I smell salt and the ozone coming off the water, wax myrtle and bay and sand baking in the sun.
Sheltered for a moment under the crooked eave of the porch, I allow myself to think of my son. Already half-grown, his long-limbed body would span the length of the hammock on this porch he has never seen. He won't know this house. The voices that flowed through me many long evenings on this porch are as still as the summer night. The losses began one by one, far from here, and rolled on unrelenting for year after year. Now dates file in like headlines: 1989: My parents' fragile marriage finally crumbles. 1993: my aunt dies of colon cancer at the age of 44, leaving my uncle widowed, my two cousins motherless. 1998: my grandfather dies a painful death from bone cancer; two weeks later, my grandmother suffers a stroke that takes her movement and her voice but does not kill her until two years later, 2000. 2003: my own marriage does not survive. 2005: retired five years and remarried for only four, my uncle dies of pancreatic cancer at the age of 61, and my cousins are orphaned. My mother and her sister have lost their nuclear family, alone but for my sister and me and my cousins, now two young ladies they have pledged to love.
The Clan is much diminished, and we who are left will never be the same.
Many families have the same story. For us somehow it should have been different, because of the Simons House. The house remains, unchanged, a physical place of us, where we were and became. It should have done as it always did: stopped the world beyond, shielded us, sheltered us together . Today, when I walk through the house in meditation, I am alone.
What story will I tell my son? That the price of love is grief and loss? That lesson will come unbidden soon enough. That precious memories of time spent with loved ones can fill a hole in your soul? No, my darling, they cannot. I breathe in deeply again, place my hand on the screen door, and push it open. In a step I am outside on the deck above the trees, facing the ocean. The door bangs closed behind me. I lean against the deck railing and see the view as it was: no new road, no row of million-dollar mansions between the old house and the ocean. Just bare dunes crested with sea oats, blooming with mallow and lantana; a wide swath of creamy sand beach curving to the inlet; huge vertical towers of white cumulus clouds over a slate-gray ocean; low tide, a few whitecaps barely breaking, flat and calm to the horizon. A splinter from the wood rail bites my palm.
Through layers of past, present and future, the tactile presence of living in this place urges me on. There isn't time; I have another place to be. Maybe it is another beach house, on another island. Maybe it is a house on a lake, cool and green and blooming with flowers in the summer heat. Maybe it is a log cabin above the river, the slow-flowing water the very color of my son's hazel eyes. There is a house where there is a family, where my boy is a child for a moment. I must be present. I must make sure: when he is grown and lies awake at night, when the price of love is paid in grief, there will be a door for him to step through, a place he can enter body and soul, and breathe.
Margaret Ward McClain was born in the miasmal swamp of Charleston, South Carolina, and spent her childhood dividing time between the Holy City and Greenville, the red dirt capital of the Upcountry, where she was raised and attended school. She received a B.A. in English at Davidson College and a J.D. from the University of North Carolina School of Law, practiced domestic law and spent many years at IBM. Today she is a recovering lawyer residing in Chapel Hill with her wonderful husband Tim, her son Will, and two very spoiled dogs. "The Simons House" is republished with permission from the Essays on Childhood project. It is considered an exceptional example of what we want to publish at Longridge Review.


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"""
Copyright (c) 2017 Red Hat, Inc
All rights reserved.

This software may be modified and distributed under the terms
of the BSD license. See the LICENSE file for details.
"""

import logging
import os
import pytest

from flexmock import flexmock

from atomic_reactor.constants import EXPORTED_SQUASHED_IMAGE_NAME, IMAGE_TYPE_DOCKER_ARCHIVE
from atomic_reactor.core import DockerTasker
from atomic_reactor.inner import DockerBuildWorkflow
from atomic_reactor.plugin import PrePublishPluginsRunner, PluginFailedException
from atomic_reactor.plugins import exit_remove_built_image
from atomic_reactor.plugins.prepub_squash import PrePublishSquashPlugin
from atomic_reactor.util import DockerfileImages
from atomic_reactor.build import BuildResult
from docker_squash.squash import Squash
from tests.constants import MOCK, MOCK_SOURCE

if MOCK:
    from tests.docker_mock import mock_docker

DUMMY_TARBALL = {
    'contents': 'dummy file contents',
    'md5sum': '79cad6cda5ebe6b9bdbdbb6a56587e28',
    'sha256sum': '5fefd3ff57b97c856958bfc0333231f4f8a600b305d749c9616b0879765f2472',
    'size': 19
}

SET_DEFAULT_LAYER_ID = object()

class MockInsideBuilder(object):
    def __init__(self):
        self.tasker = DockerTasker(retry_times=0)
        self.dockerfile_images = DockerfileImages(['Fedora:22'])
        self.image_id = 'image_id'
        self.image = 'image'
        self.df_path = 'df_path'
        self.df_dir = 'df_dir'

    @property
    def source(self):
        result = flexmock()
        setattr(result, 'dockerfile_path', '/')
        setattr(result, 'path', '/tmp')
        return result

    @property
    def base_image_inspect(self):
        return self.tasker.inspect_image(self.dockerfile_images.base_image)

def mock_workflow():
    workflow = DockerBuildWorkflow(source=MOCK_SOURCE)
    workflow.builder = MockInsideBuilder()
    return workflow

@pytest.mark.usefixtures('user_params')
class TestSquashPlugin(object):
    # workflow = None
    # tasker = None
    output_path = None

    def setup_method(self, method):
        if MOCK:
            mock_docker()
        # self.workflow = DockerBuildWorkflow(source=MOCK_SOURCE)
        # self.workflow.builder = MockInsideBuilder()
        # self.tasker = self.workflow.builder.tasker

        # Expected path for exported squashed image.
        self.output_path = None

    def test_skip_squash(self):
        flexmock(Squash).should_receive('__init__').never()
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        workflow.build_result = BuildResult(image_id="spam", skip_layer_squash=True)
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {})

    @pytest.mark.parametrize('base_from_scratch', (True, False))
    def test_default_parameters(self, base_from_scratch):
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, base_from_scratch=base_from_scratch)
        if base_from_scratch:
            workflow.builder.dockerfile_images = DockerfileImages(['scratch'])
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {})

    @pytest.mark.parametrize(('plugin_tag', 'squash_tag'), (
        ('spam', 'spam'),
        (None, 'image'),
        ('', 'image'),
    ))
    def test_tag_value_is_used(self, plugin_tag, squash_tag):
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, tag=squash_tag)
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {'tag': plugin_tag})

    @pytest.mark.parametrize('dont_load', (True, False))
    def test_dont_load_is_honored(self, dont_load):
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, load_image=not dont_load)
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {'dont_load': dont_load})

    @pytest.mark.parametrize(('from_base', 'from_layer', 'squash_from_layer'), (
        (False, 'from-layer', 'from-layer'),
        (True, 'from-layer', 'from-layer'),
        (False, None, None),
        (True, None, SET_DEFAULT_LAYER_ID),
    ))
    def test_from_specified(self, from_base, from_layer, squash_from_layer):
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, from_layer=squash_from_layer)
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {'from_base': from_base, 'from_layer': from_layer})

    def test_missing_base_image_id(self):
        if MOCK:
            mock_docker(inspect_should_fail=True)
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, from_layer=None)
        with pytest.raises(PluginFailedException):
            self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {'from_layer': None})

    @pytest.mark.parametrize('new_id,expected_id', [
        ('abcdef', 'sha256:abcdef'),
        ('sha256:abcdef', 'sha256:abcdef'),
    ])
    def test_sha256_prefix(self, new_id, expected_id):
        if MOCK:
            mock_docker()
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, new_id=new_id)
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {})
        assert workflow.builder.image_id == expected_id

    def test_skip_saving_archive(self):
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, output_path=None)
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {'save_archive': False})

    def test_skip_plugin(self, caplog):
        workflow = mock_workflow()
        self.should_squash_with_kwargs(workflow, output_path=None)
        workflow.user_params = {'flatpak': True}
        self.run_plugin_with_args(workflow, {'save_archive': False})
        assert 'flatpak build, skipping plugin' in caplog.text

    def should_squash_with_kwargs(self, workflow, new_id='abc', base_from_scratch=False, **kwargs):
        kwargs.setdefault('image', workflow.builder.image_id)
        kwargs.setdefault('load_image', True)
        kwargs.setdefault('log', logging.Logger)
        kwargs.setdefault('output_path', os.path.join(workflow.source.workdir,
                                                      EXPORTED_SQUASHED_IMAGE_NAME))
        kwargs.setdefault('tag', workflow.builder.image)

        # Avoid inspect errors at this point
        if 'from_layer' not in kwargs:
            kwargs['from_layer'] = workflow.builder.base_image_inspect['Id']

        self.output_path = kwargs['output_path']

        if kwargs.get('from_layer') == SET_DEFAULT_LAYER_ID:
            kwargs['from_layer'] = workflow.builder.base_image_inspect['Id']

        if base_from_scratch:
            kwargs['from_layer'] = None

        def mock_run():
            if not kwargs['output_path'] is None:
                with open(kwargs['output_path'], 'w') as f:
                    f.write(DUMMY_TARBALL['contents'])

            return new_id

        squash = flexmock()
        squash.should_receive('run').replace_with(mock_run)
        flexmock(Squash).new_instances(squash).with_args(Squash, **kwargs)

        flexmock(exit_remove_built_image).should_receive('defer_removal')

    def run_plugin_with_args(self, workflow, plugin_args):
        runner = PrePublishPluginsRunner(
            workflow.builder.tasker,
            workflow,
            [{'name': PrePublishSquashPlugin.key, 'args': plugin_args}]
        )

        result = runner.run()
        assert result[PrePublishSquashPlugin.key] is None

        if self.output_path:
            assert workflow.exported_image_sequence == [{
                'md5sum': DUMMY_TARBALL['md5sum'],
                'sha256sum': DUMMY_TARBALL['sha256sum'],
                'size': DUMMY_TARBALL['size'],
                'type': IMAGE_TYPE_DOCKER_ARCHIVE,
                'path': self.output_path,
            }]
        else:
            assert workflow.exported_image_sequence == []


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By Lorraine Zamora
As the saying goes, "It Takes a Family."
Three Parks has been practicing doing things as a family—a political family—since its founding in 1975. In our campaign activities, we join together enthusiastically to support progressive causes and candidates, and that's how the club has grown to over 200 active members.
This fall has been no different. I want to thank the board members who volunteered to coordinate, lead and participate in campaign activities to help progressive Democrats win on Election Day, here on the Upper West Side and in nearby swing areas. They include: Lynn and Steve Max, Chuck Wall, Mary Ann Marks, Wendy Diller, Miriam Rabban, Irene Shrier, Daniel Tsadok, Ellen Flax, Cynthia Doty, Corinne Constantine, Daniele Gerard, David Lazarus, Lois Safian and Tim Eckersley, not to mention the many club members who showed up to lend a hand.
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118 club members and friends wrote a whopping 3,521 postcards to promote Democratic Congressional candidate Robert Zimmerman in Nassau County.
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Tues. Nov. 1: Campaign for Max Rose, Dem. candidate for Congress, Staten Island Ferry Terminal, 4:30--6:00 PM. Contact: Irene Shrier, ireneshrr@aol.com
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Sat. Nov. 5 and Sun. Nov. 6: Sidewalk tabling at W. 104th St. and B'way, 1:00--3:00 PM. Contact: Lorraine Zamora, lzamora245@gmail.com
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In this General Election season, Three Parks members have been actively campaigning for Democratic candidates in our own Manhattan district and also in neighboring areas, particularly those considered "swing" districts where the results may determine control of Congress.
POSTCARDS TO VOTERS: (above) Thank you to all the Three Parks volunteers who wrote postcards to Long Island voters to support Democratic Congressional candidate Robert Zimmerman. Here, Lynn and Steve Max deliver the first batch to Tara Herman of Zimmerman's campaign staff, with more cards to follow.
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CANVASSING ON LONG ISLAND FOR ROBERT ZIMMERMAN: Three Parks members made four weekend trips to Nassau County, Long Island, to canvass for Robert Zimmerman, Democratic candidate for Congress. (above) In this photo, Zimmerman (second from left) greets Three Parks canvassers as they set off to campaign door-to-door for him and also for NYS Senate candidate Anna Kaplan.
SIDEWALK CAMPAIGNING AT W. 104th STREET: (above) Every Saturday and Sunday, Three Parks members campaign at a sidewalk table on Broadway at W.104th St. (sometimes, as here, under scaffolding to shelter from the rain), reaching out to our neighbors with candidate literature and voting information. We have also had similar sidewalk campaign tables every Tuesday and Thursday morning at the Broadway and W. 96th Street subway station.
CANVASSING IN PENNSYLVANIA FOR SUSAN WILD: (above) Three Parks volunteers traveled in two cars to Allentown PA to knock on doors for Democratic Congressional candidate Susan Wild, who is running for reelection in a swing district.
CAMPAIGNING AT THE FERRY TERMINAL FOR MAX ROSE: (above) On the past four Tuesdays, TPID members and friends have been at the Staten Island Ferry Terminal to support the campaign of Max Rose, Democratic candidate for Congress in New York City's only swing district. We have been distributing literature, holding signs, and talking to commuters on their way to Staten Island. The response has been mainly positive, with many people thanking us for being there. However, Staten Island is a very conservative borough. Rose's campaign is an uphill fight, but the Rose campaign remains optimistic.
CANVASSING IN THE HUDSON VALLEY FOR JOSH RILEY: (above) Three Parks members and friends traveled to Hudson, NY to canvass for Josh Riley, progressive Democratic Congressional candidate running in a district considered an electoral toss-up.
Some Facts on NYS Bail Reform: How Zeldin and the Republicans are Misleading Voters*
NY Republican gubernatorial candidate Lee Zeldin is putting crime front and center in his campaign. In his ads and speeches, he claims that crime in New York is "out of control," and that a big reason is Democratic-backed bail reform efforts, which vastly reduced the number of crimes for which a person could be held on bail.
But what are the facts?
In NYC, crime is at decades-long lows. The homicide rate is similar to what it was in 2009, when the city recovering from the 2008 financial crisis. There certainly has been a rash of high-profile incidents, which may have affected the perceptions of younger New Yorkers, who have grown up at a time of historically low crime rates. For NYS up-to-date crime statistics, see NYS's Open Crime Data Portal.
Bail reform is not causing higher crime rates. Bail reform came at a time when Democratic officials and voters wanted to change what they considered to be a broken criminal justice system that criminalized poverty. Judges in NYS can now consider only flight risk when determining whether to set bail. For misdemeanors and some non-violent crimes, judges are not allowed to consider a defendant's threat to public safety. That is because "dangerousness" is a very subjective criteria that has led to imprisoning lots of people for low-level crimes for long periods, before they are even put on trial. Bail reform has led to a substantial reduction in jail incarceration, driven mainly by a decline in pretrial admissions for low-level and non-violent charges. That allows people who would have been held pre-trial to return to their families and jobs while they await trial, keeping families whole and communities safer. [ ... ]
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Why the US Needs Migrants
Cleaning Up the Mess Is there no honor among Republicans? Here we have FL Governor DeSantis stealing migrants from his presidential rival Texas Governor Abbott, and shipping them off to Martha's Vineyard to gain national headlines. All Abbott could think of was another boring bus trip to New York. Were both men not Republican governors, they would have been arrested for kidnapping long ago.
But events have turned on DeSantis. In the wake of Hurricane Ian, thousands of migrant workers are flocking to Florida to work on the cleanup.
"They're arriving from New York, from Louisiana, from Houston and Dallas," says Saket Soni, executive director of the nonprofit Resilience Force, which advocates for thousands of disaster response workers. The group is made up largely of immigrants, many of whom are undocumented, Soni says. Much like migrant workers who follow harvest seasons and travel from farm to farm, Soni says these workers crisscross the US to help clean up and rebuild when disaster strikes.[1]
DeSantis, of course, is furious. "These are people that are foreigners, they're illegally in our country, and not only that, they try to loot and ransack in the aftermath of a natural disaster."[2] He urges Floridians to hire local labor, but there is no adequate supply of local labor willing to shovel mud and replace roofs for the minimum wages out of which they are often cheated. In fact, there is a labor shortage. [ ... ]
[1] CNN 10/7/22, https://www.cnn.com/2022/10/06/us/migrant-workers-hurricane-ian-response-cec
[2] Id.
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Three Parks mourns the loss of Nilda Placeres (née Perez-Carrillo) She is mourned by her son, longtime club member and stalwart activist Alfred Placeres, by his wife Effie, and by other family members including several grandchildren and great-granddaughters. Born in Remedios, Cuba, she was a teacher, small business owner, and an amazing cook. She is remembered by her family as generous, elegant, fun-loving, beautiful, and kind.
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The 2022 Democratic Party Judicial Nominating Convention to designate the Democratic Party's judge candidates for the New York State Supreme Court trial bench to go on the November 8, 2022, General Election ballot in the First Judicial District (Manhattan) was held August 9, 2022, in the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine.
This year there were three vacancies for trial Justice of the State Supreme Court. (The three Justices who left the court are Matthew Cooper, who reached the Constitutional retirement age; Judith Gische, who took early retirement; and George Silver, who also left early to do arbitration and mediation work.)
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Jude wrote that he "found it necessary to write appealing to you to contend for the faith that was once for all delivered to the saints" (Jude 1:3) because "certain people have crept in unnoticed who long ago were designated for this condemnation, ungodly people, who pervert the grace of our God into sensuality and deny our only Master and Lord, Jesus Christ" (Jude 1:4). If someone denies that Jesus Christ is Lord, it is a departure from "the faith that was once for all delivered to the saints" and is considered to be an apostasy.
Paul saw it happening in his day and in one of his last letters he said "the Spirit expressly says that in later times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful spirits and teachings of demons, through the insincerity of liars whose consciences are seared" (1 Tim 4:1-2) and certainly any teaching from demonic forces must be an apostasy from what the true faith is which Paul said would happen "in later times." Some would teach a prohibition on marriage while others a prohibition on certain foods (1 Tim 4:3) both of which is contrary to the gospel of Jesus Christ, thus showing that these who teach such things are apostates.
Peter saw a lot of apostasy that would be coming too writing that "just as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, bringing upon themselves swift destruction. And many will follow their sensuality, and because of them the way of truth will be blasphemed. And in their greed they will exploit you with false words. Their condemnation from long ago is not idle, and their destruction is not asleep" (1 Pet 2:1-3). So they exploit people with "false words" and blaspheme "the way of truth" but they will come to destruction and then condemnation.
In the very last letter that Paul wrote he told Timothy that "the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths" (2 Tim 4:3-4). Anything that is taught as a "man-pleaser" or to tickle the ears, must be considered apostasy for anything taken away from or added to the gospel makes it another gospel entirely and one that is altogether different and isn't really a gospel at all (Gal 1:7). There are certainly a lot of apostate teachers and preachers out there today. Paul would identify "such men [as] false apostles, deceitful workmen, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds" (2 Cor 11:13-15). An apostate teacher or preacher is disguised "as an angel of light" meaning they look like they're teaching the gospel but they're really apostates and what they teach is actually apostasy or the doctrine of demons.
One of the best ways to discern apostasy from the real gospel is to be consistently in the Word of God and why the author of Hebrews wrote that "for everyone who lives on milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, since he is a child. But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil" (Heb 5:13-14) so if someone is not growing in biblical knowledge (lives on milk) rather than knowing more biblical knowledge (on solid food) their powers of discernment are not trained by constant practice in the Word and thus, cannot "distinguish good from evil" teachings by apostates.
A lot of people profess to know and teach the truth but if it varies any at all from what the Bible teaches, then mark this; they are apostates. That is according to what the Bible teaches and not based upon my own opinion. Paul tells Titus to "rebuke them sharply, that they may be sound in the faith, not devoting themselves to Jewish myths and the commands of people who turn away from the truth" (Titus 1:13-14) because "They profess to know God, but they deny him by their works. They are detestable, disobedient, unfit for any good work" (Titus 1:16). Anyone can profess but not all possess true faith in Jesus Christ and certainly not all teach it.
The Bible warns us that "in the last days there will come times of difficulty" (2 Tim 3:1) and many will have "the appearance of godliness, but denying its power" (2 Tim 3:5). The best way to avoid apostasy and reject the teachings of apostates is to be reading the Word of God, study the Word of God, and listen to good expository biblical teachings in church, at Sunday school or in a local Bible study. The best way to identify the counterfeit is to know the genuine article.
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Religious cults all work the same. Tom Cruise would say "The best way to avoid apostasy and reject the teachings of apostates is to be reading the Word of L. Ron Hubbard, study the Word of L.Ron Hubbard, and listen to good expository Dianetics teachings in church, at Scientology school or in a local Xenu study.
Does L. Ron Hubbard's teaching line up with the Canon of scripture, or has he added something, (usually works, plus) to the word?
Great question…that is the barometer of truth, not L. Ron Hubbard.
Was he in a biblically-based movie or something? Sorry I don't understand, unless you mean actors are good at deception.
Thanks for sharing. The information is easy to understand.
Thank you for this fantastic information, Jack Wellman, and I thank GOD for you!
How kind of you. All glory to God and not to us oh Lord (1st Cor 4:7).
I wish some concrete examples were given of apostasy and heresy in this article. Without them at all, the less mature Christians or babes or adolescents in Christ will come to this article and only get these scriptures that simply say the such departures from Orthodox Christian teachings of the Gospel and God's Word will "happen". What the author of this article should have done is give some of the many examples of modern-day apostasy and heretical teachings contrary to historical orthodox Christian doctrines.
Some examples I know are the celebration of Easter as being the time when Jesus was crucified and resurrected, when in fact He was crucified and resurrected on Passover which falls a month later than Easter. Also, the very name Easter is the anglicized transliteration of the name of the pagan fertility goddess Ishtar. The Easter holiday was in fact first implemented by the apostate Roman Catholic church in the early centuries after Christ, and was done so to make pagan converts fell more comfortable. Easter is NOT Passover. The Protestant church has no business making these false claims that Jesus was born on December 25th. since He did not.
There are also many, many examples of apostate and heretical ministries today such as Joel Osteen, Robert Schuller (whose Crystal Cathedral ministry went bankrupt after many members left the church due to his increasingly bizarre theological remarks), Hal Lindsey, Jack Van Impe, Joyce Meyers, Michael Murdock, Benny Hinn, Harold Camping, T.D. Jakes, Creflo Dollar, Paula White, Kenneth Copeland (all of whom preach a form of "prosperity gospel" and/or replacement theology that claims that since the Jews rejected Jesus that God now rejects all of them, and real Jews are the "spiritual Jews" who are Christians, see Romans 2:29).
All of these people preach things that the New Testament scriptures plainly condemn, and are teachings of their own creation to make huge sums of money. All of these people I've mentioned live in multi-million dollar mansions, and even have several of them in the USA and other parts of the world, as well as their own private jets, all the while that Christians in Islamic countries are made homeless, impoverished, and lack adequate food and clothes. And even Christians here in the USA are in need of food and clothing, etc.
What is perfectly clear from the New Testament scriptures is that due to the abundance of such false ministers and their false teachings and the warnings given to genuine Christians to keep away from them, every church should devote some time to identify these apostates and heretics and explain why their own members should not listen to the preaching of FALSE self-proclaimed apostles of Jesus Christ — since they are in FACT, nothing but "wolves in sheep's clothing" just a Jesus warned, and nothing LESS than agents of Satan himself. Many people have lost or shipwrecked their faith by getting involved with these bad people who preach a different gospel than that in the New Testament.
LOL for one great name love it, two, great response so glad others see how evil Christmas and Easter are. Just found out how bad they were and will no longer celebrate them. Never knew Holiday came from HOLY DAY. But I do now and God showed me the truth of these evil so called holy days.
Look at Isaiah 11:6. The word lion has changed to wolf. Very interesting since you referred to apostates as "wolves in sheep's clothing." One of my favorite scriptures since i was a very small child now says "The wolf will live with the lamb" ("lie down" is the way I actually remember it). This frightens me more than anything in this life ever has. The apostates definitely present themselves as apostles, and it's up to us to discern the difference.
The original Hebrew in Isaiah 11:6 is "The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat" so there was no reference to a lion in this verse anyway.
The New King James Version is OK, but stay away from Scofield reference bibles. Scofield was a screwball con-artist funded by anti-Christian Zionist Jews in New York city.
It would be helpful to have seen examples of what the cults teach. One excellent book that deals extensively with most modern cults in America and the West is Martin's ; "The Kingdom of the Cults " He also has a website. Actually it is better if a person checks out specific cults himself/herself. Then one really learns. Also reading and studying orthodox Christian Bible scholars is essential. This article however is a good start.
This is awesome. Do you have anything on apostasy of Christians during this election cycle, and how it relates to violent support for Trump?
Hillary Clinton,if elected,will complete Obama's plan to secularize America and suppress religious freedom while changing the meaning of right and wrong. Obama and Hillary have both endorsed the concept of converting American citizens into Global citizens,and what they consider 'backward' religious beliefs into 21 st century beliefs.Beliefs that accept abortion on demand for any reason, that includes allowing late-term babies, born fuly viable, to die on a table alone and without medical aid. Incidentally, Obama ,while a Senator, voted against any aid that he said was in accordance to constitutional law, Obama is not only an intellectual incompetent ,he is a moral incompetent. And the tens of millions of Christians who voted for him in 2008 and again in 2012 are guilty of apostasy,like the over 50% of Catholics who sold their religious beliefs to Obama for 30 pieces of silver,a promise to a nun, Sister Carol Keehan, that was never kept. And most of these Christians fully knew that Obama's record clearly revealed a man with an anti Christian ideology.Hopefully,all Christians will come together and right a wrong. God forgives all sins,even sins that were honest-mistakes. But in the end ,all Christians must realize that to believe in Jesus Christ ,we must accept His terms for our salvation for which he died on the cross:John 14:15 "If you love Me, you will keep My commandments." There is no such thing as Liberal Christianity,because when you compromise good with evil, you will be consumed by evil,and that's what's happening right now. God help us to be Christians first and have the strength to die for that blessing if necessary.
So we are better off now?
Has anyone noticed that the actual words in the Bible have changed within the last 10-12 months or so? I just started noticing. I'm terrified. I can give you a short list of the ones I've been looking at today.
I'm really just looking for words of comfort to quell my intense fear, though I have no idea what true consolation anyone could offer in this situation.
Which bible do you have? There are many versions out there. I only read the original King James Version. My reason being it is the oldest version out there that I am aware of. Plus I was brought up reading the KJV. I know that other versions of the bible have either left out or added things not in the original version.
Apparently you don't understand Biblical scholarship.
It is time for Pope Francis to step down.
It is the same way as a nation's traitor's behavior. It depends on the harm the traitor does to his nation.
Is teaching the serpent seed doctrine apostasy?
Both christianity and islam are non-religions .They are cults and oppressors.They spread their cult by force, violence, conversion , killing and immoral acts like money & other inducements. These two religions and their holy books viz., bible and kuran are manufactured by the wealthy traders from Europe and Saudi Arabia to expand their business interests and keep the populace as bonded work force.In contrast, hinduism is a religion of the masses and the universe since time immemorial. Here even non-believers, people who commit sins, infidels can remain as hindus and correct themselves if they want so.There is no compulsion to go to temples regularly and it is believed that every human being has god ( atma) within himself.Even animals and trees are given due respect because we believe that every object having life has right to live.We believe that the whole world be happy whether they belong to hinduism or not.
Obviously you have never read the Bible. The Bible is the word of God..there is no cult or any of the other things you mention in Christianity, Islam is another story. You may want to try reading the Bible before you start commenting on it.
I'll grant you one thing – Hindus are ultra-religious with their two million or so deities. Someone once said, "The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by human hands. And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else." Then that person went on to show a clear path to the One True God. Check it out, it can be found in the Christian Bible in the book of Acts. Chapter 17 beginning at verse 22.
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Jack, have you done anything with the teaching today that "The Apostasy" in 2 Thess. 2 means The Rapture?
Hello Mr. Parks. No sir, I haven't thought of that before but yes, I struggle with the Rapture and believe that many of those things in Revelation are not for a tribulation period that's coming, but was leveled upon Jerusalem and the Jews in 69-70 AD because they did not know the time of the Lord's visitation. Thank you for the comment. That would be a great subject indeed.