Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The Original Adams Family

I became captivated by the story of John and Abigail Adams after reading Irving Stone's historical novel "Those Who Love" as a teenager in 1973. It's a compelling page-turner told largely through the point of view of the heroic Abigail Adams who, alongside her husband, participated in the momentous events of the American Revolution and the first decades of the U.S. Stone was a fabulous writer, best known for his novels about Michelangelo – “The Agony and the Ecstasy,” and Van Gogh – “Lust for Life.”

At about the same time, “1776” offered a glitzy take on the struggle for Independence, replete with show tunes and dance numbers. Some of the songs were goofy, some inspired, like the haunting soldier’s lament “Momma, Look Sharp” and the searing indictment of the slave trade, “Molasses to Rum to Slaves.” Today, the musical conventions seem dated but the scenes of debate and conflict within the Continental Congress are quite gripping. At the center of the action is the single-minded, volatile John Adams, the leading proponent of American independence, memorably portrayed by William Daniels.

In 1976, PBS presented an outstanding multi-part series called “The Adams Chronicles,” newly available on DVD. A bit stagey but well-written and acted, this series charted the stories of John and Abigail; their son John Quincy, who became a diplomat and the 6th President; their grandchild Charles Francis, a diplomat; and their great-grandchildren Henry, a historian, and Charles Francis II, an industrialist.

The new generation of feminists embraced Abigail Adams for her early promotion of women’s education and her famous admonition to John that he and his colleagues “Remember the Ladies” in the code of laws they were devising for the new nation. “Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands,” she wrote him. “Remember, all Men would be tyrants if they could.” As pro-woman and outspokenly anti-slavery as she was, Abigail might be somewhat aghast at the extent of women’s “liberation” today. She was, at heart, the daughter of a Puritan minister, and had a conservative moral code and a strong belief in the traditional family.

Last fall, I read a new collection of the letters of John and Abigail Adams called “My Dearest Friend,” which was their most common salutation to each other. They were frequently separated due to John’s political and diplomatic career, so their letters were a lifeline. John’s are rather formal and detached; he worried they could be intercepted and used by the British and, later, by his political rivals. Still, they are a remarkable documentation of the almost daily thinking and activities of one of the Founders. Abigail’s letters are lively, intellectually probing and intimate. Her descriptions of the siege of Boston and other historic events are vital eyewitness accounts. Her expressions of love could melt anyone’s heart.

Concerned that her private thoughts not become public knowledge and probably self-conscious about her uneven spelling and grammar, Abigail repeatedly asked John to burn her letters. John, a scholar who respected his wife enormously, recognized their value and saved them for posterity. You’ve got to love a guy who chose such a great partner and remained true to her for 54 years – it almost makes you forgive him for signing the Alien and Sedition Acts!

With this Adams-mania in my background, I had high hopes for HBO’s series “John Adams.” HBO usually produces high quality drama, but this one... Well, some of the acting was outstanding. Paul Giamatti’s performance as John has been panned but I thought he built the character well and was quite moving as old John Adams in the final episodes. Laura Linney as Abigail? Give her the Emmy now. Who needs dialogue? Linney could teach a master class through just looks and gestures.

The costumes were great, but I concur with many others about the weak writing, uneven pacing, jittery camerawork and leaden direction by Tom Hooper. Tobe Hooper (“Poltergeist”) could have done a better job. There would have been much more blood, but more guts and glory too!

The history and timeline were dicey. Of course, they couldn't include every detail of John’s long, active life, but that doesn't excuse inaccuracies like all eight of the British soldiers charged in the Boston "Massacre" being found not guilty. Hello?! Two were found guilty of manslaughter and branded, a horrific scene Irving Stone used to great effect in "Those Who Love." Like the lack of discussion of slavery at the Continental Congress (dismissed in only a brief aside in the Declaration committee). Like Abigail reading of the surrender of Cornwallis on a lovely spring-looking day in Braintree (he surrendered in the fall; she would have received word in late October). Or the infamous Alien and Sedition Acts (there were four in all), repeatedly called the Alien Act and the Sedition Act. Then there was the weird casting and continuity snafu that had the same child actors playing the Adams’ kids in 1775 and in 1781, none of them apparently having grown an inch.

And what about that family life? In the HBO script, John and Abigail bark one-word orders at their children unremittingly until the kids become hopelessly compliant or dysfunctional adults. Reality check: John and Abigail were New England Puritans with a strict moral code who demanded a lot of their children, their friends and their colleagues. But they were also revered among the same for their wisdom, humor and generosity. Abigail in particular was famous for her warmth and constant caregiving for others. They had a large and loving extended family of Adamses, Smiths, Quincys, Boylstons, Cranches and Shaws, all of whom, at various times, took in each others' kids, helped work each others’ farms, bailed each other out of debt, and held huge holiday and funeral gatherings. John was certainly politically isolated at times, but depicting John and Abigail as utterly isolated from any larger social network or community misses a big part of their identity.

I was not looking for an idealized portrait. Indeed, the HBO series made clear John’s vanity, temper and occasional political obtuseness. His renunciation of his son Charles and his inability to comfort Abigail when Charles dies was played out like the tragedy it was. The later episodes dealt forthrightly with the infirmities of old age, although they could have dispensed with the goopy make-up. Surely, pros like Giamatti and Linney could be trusted to act old.

The best scene had the old John Adams viewing Trumbull’s famous life-size portrait of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Adams clearly thinks it’s bad art and, worse, that it’s bad history. The summer of 1776 was chaotic, he says. In the midst of revolution and war, Congressional representatives streamed in and out of Philadelphia to sign the document at different times. They certainly never gathered all at once and posed for a formal portrait. John mourns that the true history of the Revolution is lost forever. The scene was a sly, perhaps defensive comment by the series' chief writer, Kirk Ellis, about the vagaries of historical re-enactment.

The old PBS series "The Adams Chronicles" is now available on DVD. I haven't seen it in 30 years, but remember it fondly. I also recommend PBS's American Experience episode "John & Abigail Adams," now on DVD. It contains great detail and insight and is only two hours long.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Another "Tragedy" and Cries of "Why?"

America’s latest mass murder unfolded in tiny Crandon, Wisconsin this past weekend and everyone is again asking, “Why?”

See “A Tiny Town, Suddenly Smaller by Seven, Mourns and Wonders, Why?” in the New York Times, or “Crandon Asks ‘Why?’” in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.

Why? . . . Why?

Because another jealous and angry man, with no impulse control and easy access to high-powered weaponry, decided to slaughter six unarmed individuals, that's why.

A friend, who the murderer sought out after the killings, said that Tyler Peterson was "very sorry" for what he had done. The conscience-stricken assassin then took a nap in the back of his pickup truck.

Since Peterson apparently took his own life, the media have dubbed the incident, as they so often do, a "tragedy." Despite a popular culture saturated with violence, cruelty and gore, we still seem to be surprised when real-life splatter-fests occur in our small towns, our workplaces, our homes, even our churches. And we seem to be able to handle them better if they fit a familiar tragic narrative, with no one really at fault, always neatly tucked away with “closure” and “healing.” A colleague suggested that this is the way human beings are able to make unacceptable things more bearable. That's true. But could it also be making unacceptable things more acceptable?

I believe that emphasizing the tragedy of mass murder-suicides obscures the criminal aspect of the behavior and implies the murder victims’ complicity in the act. This is especially true in cases where men kill their intimate partners, then themselves. In 1986-87, there was a series of murder-suicides in the Milwaukee area in which men killed their female partners, then killed themselves. Some of the Milwaukee Journal headlines related to these brutal murders were "Relationship ends tragically" (8/2/87); "Another tragic end to a romance" (8/14/87); and, worse yet, "Death from love" (1/29/86).

In this case, the lives of the Crandon victims should not be obscured or minimized by a “tragedy” of someone else’s criminal design.

The Crandon massacre is similar to so many, many others, virtually all perpetrated by armed men reacting to some perceived slight.

Male violence is ubiquitous. It destroys families and terrorizes communities. It is destroying the world.

Easy access to weapons of all kinds facilitate this reign of terror.

Anyone who raises these simple, obvious, empirical facts is marginalized as a nut or a "man-hater."

But until community leaders recognize these elementary facts and start discussing what can be done to curb male violence and to reduce access to lethal weapons, we will continue to be assaulted. We will continue to express “shock.” And we will continue to dither and wonder, “Why?”

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sharing a Laugh, from Milwaukee to Mumbai

I called EarthLink tech support late the other night and connected with "Sarah" from Mumbai or Hyderabad or wherever.

When I told her my name, she got kind of excited and said, with that wonderful Indian lilt in her voice: "Miss Jamakaya, do you know what your name means in my language?"

I sorta knew but, being polite, asked anyway, "What?"

"It is a type of fruit we eat here, a guava."

"Actually, I remember that," said I, "I looked it up on the Internet once and jamakaya is said to be the sweetest guava."

"Yes, it is my favorite fruit," she said, with absolute delight in her voice.

"It is a very beautiful name," she added.

I thanked her and told her its derivation and the fact that "jamakaya" and "kaya" or "kia" mean a variety of things in many different languages – luckily all good things – and she laughed.

I could hear others laughing as well so I got the impression I was on speakerphone. The conversation was probably being monitored as they often warn you in advance when calling customer service numbers.

“Sarah” was very smart and effective in helping to correct the glitch I was having with my internet connection and email and then waited patiently while I reopened all the programs to make sure they were working properly.

When my email program opened I immediately received a spam letter, so I said to "Sarah": "Well, now I know my email's working for sure because I just got spammed."

I then heard a chorus of Indians laughing uproariously on the other side of the world!

What a fun interaction!

Then we said a pleasant goodbye.

Wish I'd gotten her name tho, because I'm betting it wasn't Sarah . . .

Friday, August 24, 2007

Fries with Your Falafel?

A few days back, while waiting for a bus on the corner of Oakland and Locust here in Milwaukee, I ran into a young woman handing out promotional flyers for Shiraz, a nearby Middle Eastern restaurant. I took one of the flyers and had a good laugh because it promised to the bearer - I swear - a free order of French fries with their lunch or dinner! Two older men who received a flyer and walked past me were audibly puzzling over the offer. In a thick Russian accent, one asked the other, "Why is Shiraz giving away French fries?"

That same day when I got home, there were some bright pink flyers in the mail bin at my apartment complex. I grabbed one and took it upstairs. It was a promotional menu for William Ho's, a longtime Chinese eatery in suburban Shorewood. Emblazoned on the front page was the offer of free buffalo wings - yes, buffalo wings - to those who purchased two dinners (or something to that effect).

"Assimilation has its limits, dammit!" cracked a friend, who is a fellow lover of non-American foods.

I wanted to end this blog with some witty comment like, "What's next, a burger with your Pad Thai?" But the reality is already too funny.

"Some fries with your falafel?"

"Some buffalo wings with your won ton?"

Whatever gets 'em through the door, I guess . . .

Friday, August 03, 2007

W: A Poem

In anticipation of President Bush's promised VETO of the Congressional measure expanding health care coverage for America's poorest kids, and in exercise of my First Amendment right to criticize the most despicable individual ever to hold the office of President, I offer this heartfelt poem.

Woefully unprepared.

Willfully blind.

Wickedly deceitful.

Wildly delusional.

Witless.

Worthless.

Wanting.

Weenie.

Weasel.

Whiner.

Wastrel.

Warped.

War criminal.

Worst president ever.