During this period of pandemic I decided to read The Pickwick Papers as an attempt to move away from the partisan period in which we are living through. Even in fictional works that are more than 200 years old there pops up the belief in the blind biased-emotional allegiance to particular party party.

When I decided to read The Pickwick Papers I was hoping to jump away from the “normal” noise and nonsense of today’s erroneous news claims and read some classic fiction.  As I drifted back into what I thought might be simpler times of late 1830s England, I found yesterday’s fiction is not so different from today’s fact. It becomes a question of which comes first: the fact or the fiction. 

It seems that whatever comes up today is immediately framed by some zealot or zealots. Take support for the covid stimulus package before the Congress. It is not surprising to see it passed strictly on party lines. The partisan divide is something that is now the normal way of getting things done. It is the old  saying: if it don’t fit, force it.   Actually, when it comes to just about anything we seem to thrive on divided government and hence being a bifurcated state.  A Balkanization of the New World.

When you think about it we come by it naturally.  Our country started out as 13 individual colonies and then 13 individual states.  From there we quickly developed into sections: the North, South and West. Now we are like a Dr. Seuss book: One State, Deep State, Red State, Blue State (the Texas State has a little star).

In all of this I had to laugh when I saw The Hill headline on the Apple news feed stating Wisconsin Senator Ron Johnson  forces reading of 628-page Senate coronavirus relief bill on floor. According to the story Johnson is going to inflict almost 20 hours of extracurricular reading on the Senate’s clerks. You may say this is more misery than humorous.  Odd maybe, since rarely does any bill get read on the Senate floor. What makes it funny or at least coincidental to me, is The Pickwick Papers is a book more than 600 pages, too. According to readinglength.com it would take the average reader 18 hours and 41 minutes  at 250 WPM (words per minute) to finish. So my suggestions to the Senate clerks is start reading.

Before I go further I must say I am not Dickensian scholar any more than I am a Senate antiquarian.  I am more of a Holiday Express man of letters.  In High School I remember our class reading Great Expectations.  We all got a kick out of Pip. I did read A Tale of Two Cities.  Today it would be The Tale of Two Senates. When my daughter was young she loved the musical Oliver!  I cannot count how many times I have seen that on VHS, yes VHS. And of course, we are all familiar with the classic  Christmas Carol.

It is not my intention to rehash The Pickwick Papers or any legislation before the Senate. However, CliffsNotes describes Mr. Pickwick and his fellow travelers as “a silly old fool surrounded by worshipful admirers.”  Sounds somewhat familiar and maybe even senatorial. 

But then that could be a description of just about any group of men, the Senate, men going on any sort of expedition, or a seditious mob on a quest to  save democracy as they conceive it from the hands of pediphiles. 

What particularly grabbed my attention to rhyming history was the chapter in which the traveling band of  Pickwickians show up in the small English borough of Eatanswill during an election. (Eat-an-swill I am sure Dickens had something in mind with that.) It appears like many communities in contemporary America “that the Eatanswill people, like the people of many other small towns consider themselves of the utmost and most mighty importance…” and are “bound to unite, heart and soul with one of the two great parties that divided the town–the Blues and the Buffs.” Today we see it in different colors.

Charles Dickens was at one time a law clerk and political reporter covering Parliament. He was an acute observer of social status and the economic impacts it had on English society.  Dickens wrote of the fictional political situation in Eatanswill in partisan terms. “Now the Blues lost no opportunity of opposing the Buffs and the Buffs lost no opportunity of opposing the Blues; consequence was, that whenever the Buffs and the Blues met together at a public meeting, town-hall, fair or market disputes and high words arose between them.” Like today, the issues didn’t matter as much as the opposition to them. 

Dickens continue to describes the  town where shops and inns were divided. Even the church itself was divided: “there was Blue aisle and a Buff aisle in the very church itself.”

And it goes without saying both sides had their own newspapers:the Gazette and the Independent. Dickens described those papers as: “Fine newspapers” with  “Such leading articles and such spirited attacks!” The Gazette paper was “worthless” the Independent was a “disgraceful and dastardly journal.” Dickens writes that both papers printed “false and scurrilous stories”and “other spirit-stirring denunciations, were strewn plentifully over the columns of each, in every number, and excited feelings of the most intense delight and indignation in the bosoms of the townspeople.” It sounds like Dickens is describing  weekday morning  TV “news” shows with Fox and Friends and Morning Joe. 

The papers, like today, questioned the character, motives and disposition of the townspeople demanding to know to know, “whether the constituency of Eatanswill were grand fellows they had always taken them for, or base and servile tools, undeserving alike of the name Englishmen and the blessing of freedom,” or just plain deplorable.  

When Mr. Pickwick  asked a local about the election taking place as a “spirited contest,” the local  informed him about how prospective voters are getting drunk and holed up in a local inn. “They keep ’em locked up there till they want ’em.  The effect of that is, you see it prevent our getting at them; and even if we could it would be of no use, for they keep them very drunk on purpose.” I guess claims of voter fraud and suppression were fictionally practiced way back then, too. It gives old historical meaning to the adage that says “if you ain’t cheating you ain’t winning.”

The Pickwick Papers was a good pandemic read.  It seems the more fiction you read the more you have to wonder where the facts end and the stories take over. 

 

Despite peaking  at number 11 on the US charts in September of 1981, the song seems apropos 40 years after its release, particularly for this moment in American history. Any time mobs take to the streets and start forcing their way to the business district, or in this case muscling past police to get into the House and Senate chambers of the Capitol, one has to wonder where will the fringe stop.

From videos of the Capitol blitz you can easily see that there are numerous members of, let’s call them for what they really are: “the lunatic fringe.” The fringe can turn a demonstration into a protest and then into a riot.  If unchecked, the fury of the fringe resorts to its lowest common denominator–witch doctors running around in bear skins, for example. Once it devolves into the mob mentality, the storming the Bastille or the Winter Palace, it can easily turn into rage and full blown revolution.

From videos of the Capitol blitz you can easily see that there are numerous members of, let’s call them for what they really are: “the lunatic fringe.” The fringe can turn a demonstration into a protest and then into a riot.  If unchecked, the fury of the fringe resorts to its lowest common denominator–witch doctors running around in bear skins, for example. Once it devolves into the mob mentality, the storming the Bastille or the Winter Palace, it can easily turn into rage and full blown revolution.

 

Now, I am not using the term “lunatic fringe” as a disparaging remark. It’s a fact, as the song says: there out there. All one has to do is scratch the surface of our history to find it is laced with elements of the lunatic fringe from all over the spectrum.  At times it is like kicking over a rotten log in the woods and finding all sorts infestation crawling about. And for the most part that is where they remain.  But every now-and-then the fringe, and their conspiracies, scurry out from the dark and manifest themselves as some sort of defenders of the realm, keepers of democracy, protectors of the national identity. It can easily pull in your normal average Joe into the frenzy.

Take our beloved Pilgrims.  It could be argued that those purifying Pilgrims who settled on the rocky shores of Massachusetts more than 370 years ago were  the lunatic fringe of the Protestant  Reformation. They were breaking away from the English Church, which broke away from the Catholic Church. Think about it. You have to be on the fringes of religious fanaticism or sanity to get in a leaky boat for more than a month, on the stormy North Atlantic Ocean and head for a place sight unseen. That is a leap of faith. For the Pilgrims there was no second chance, no buyer’s remorse.

We view the Puritans efforts at settling in the “New World” with historic pride as they tamed the wilderness and ran off the indigenous people. Their religious dedication and hard work is ingrained in our national psyche. They have given us what Max Weber, a  German political economist and sociologist, called the Protestant work ethic.  This is based on the Calvinist belief that earthly material success and profit was proof of God’s grace bestowed upon an individual, a form of spiritual capitalism. It also set us up for the belief of blaming the victim. If you were not rich or successful then God was not shedding his grace upon you–you must have done something wrong or nothing at all and deserve a life of struggle and woe. 

These were the same devoted people who would later hang Quakers and threaten unwanted Catholic priests with death if they happened to show up unannounced for Thanksgiving dinner. And we won’t even go into the witch burning thing. 

 

Throughout our history a lot of the fringe groups represented repressed religious and cultural beliefs.  For example, there was always a good Protestant/Catholic hate relationship taking place. This bitter religious divide over the same savior took off in the 1840s when Catholic Irish started washing up on the East Coast causing spiritual and cultural havoc among the predominantly English Protestants. Here come the Papists. 

At this time half of the immigrants coming into the US were from Ireland. Rekindling the centuries old Anglo-Irish blood feud, which predates the Pilgrims, but was still in everybody’s collective memory.  This wave of Irish immigration gave way to the Know Nothing Party, an anti immigration party in the 1840s that believed that these non-citizens were showing up at the polls in droves to vote–sound familiar: immigrant caravans heading for your town USA. (see June 2016 Know Nothings Ride Again)

And then there is the conspiracy theorists.  The United States was practically born with a conspiracy binky stuck in its mouth.  The country was barely 10 years old when Jedidiah Morse started spreading an intriguing fantasy of the Illuminati’s attempt at world dominion. 

Chances are most of what we know about the Illuminati comes from Dan Brown’s book (and the movie) Angels & Demon. According to danbrown.com his book is about “the resurgence of an ancient secret brotherhood known as the Illuminati… the most powerful underground organization ever to walk the earth…The Illuminati has surfaced from the shadows to carry out the final phase of its legendary vendetta against its most hated enemy… the Catholic Church.”  Some of what we read in the paper today about how we are one day away from being dominated by a confederacy of “Satan worshiping pedophiles” is right in line with some of our history’s past conspiracy theories.

There was a belief, according to University of Edinburgh professor, John Robison, who wrote in 1789 that the Illuminati was formed “for the express purpose of  rooting  out all religious establishments, and overturning all the existing governments of Europe.” European history is laced with inquisitions and burning heretics at the stake.  Just look what happened to the Knights of the Templar.  According to History.com “In 1307, King Philip IV of France and Pope Clement V combined to take down the Knights Templar, arresting the grandmaster, Jacques de Molay, on charges of heresy, sacrilege and Satanism. Under torture, Molay and other leading Templars confessed and were eventually burned at the stake. Clement dissolved the Templars in 1312. The modern-day Catholic Church has admitted that the persecution of the Knights Templar was unjustified and claimed that Pope Clement was pressured by secular rulers to dissolve the order.”

Let’s fast forward to the 1700s. Several things happened in the Western world. There were some significant shifts in thinking that took place. Europe moved through a Renaissance to a Protestant Reformation and now it was in a period of Enlightenment. A move from a religious based way of thinking to a more reasoned approach to the world.  This continual shift over the centuries in thought from the Dark Ages didn’t come without philosophical, religious, political, economical and cultural costs. By the mid 1700s the English colonies were coming up with their own conspiracy theories that led to serious questions concerning  English colonial rule.  And if anybody needed any proof of the shifts in political and economic thought just look at the insanity that was taking place in France.  France had decapitated its monarchy and was going through its bloody revolution. It was a time that would pit France against most of Europe.

Here, in America the colonies just turned the world upside down and were barely a decade into their new government. Political parties were forming across the new nation as Federalist, under John Adams and Alexander Hamilton, supported Great Britain. They were opposing Thomas Jefferson and James Madison and their Democratic Republicans who were more supportive of France–among other political and economic differences.  There was a deep belief that French spies (18th Century bots and hackers) were planting propaganda in American newspapers. This  created a parinora among Federalists. Into this changing political climate and cultural unrest, creeps the conspiracy theorist.  The rotten log in the forest has been turned over.  

But  it takes an educated man who sees what others are missing (an opportunity usually). A somebody to “connect the dots” for those who do not understand the crimes of the times. Enter Jedidiah Morse, a Yale educated New England preacher, geographer and father of Samuel Morse, inventor of the telegraph.  He took to the pulpit, a 17th Century social media platform. Morse expounded on Robison theories of Illuminati domination. He believed that an ever expanding brotherhood was slipping up on the shores and developing here in to dominate America. His preaching was able to convince other preachers which convinced Federalist leaders, like Adams, that this was more than a localized Salem witch hunt.

To the Federalist the threat was real. This was a time of political unrest with the Adams’s administration fighting a Quasi War with France on the open seas and Jefferson’s growing Democratic Republican party at home.   Adam’s administration began to “connect the dots.” To defend the nation from infidels and heretics they passed the Alien and Sedition Acts.  Probably the first attempt at a Patriot Act. The act increased from five years to 14 years the time required to become a naturalized citizen. It seems that most of the newly arriving immigrants had favored Jefferson’s Republican party. In case of a war, the act allowed the government to deport non-citizens who could be plotting against the US. And finally, probably the most egregious part of the act, was it allowed the government to jail citizens if they spoke out against Adams and his Federalist officials. Several prominent newspapers editors of the time were jailed for connecting the dots in a non-Federalist way, and now under the new laws, paid the price for their contradictory views. 

Now Morse did not create the discordant political environment, the chaos in France, or the Illuminati.  He just inspired the fringe element to look for a foreign speaking boogie man or men. His quest for an Illuminati brotherhood was much like searching for Saddam’s Weapons of Mass Destructions in Iraq. We know there out there but… It looked and sounded good but yielded no secret societies.

This was only the first conspiracy theory to send America into a frenzy and not the last.  Shortly after the Illuminati came and went the Anti-Masonry movement swept the country.  Freemasons were taking over the government. There were Southern sympathizing “Copperheads” during the Civil War and several “Red Scares”: one after World War I with socialist lurking everywhere. The next scare was McCarthyism during the Cold War. Since then we have had hippies and yippies supposedly putting LSD into public drinking water,  the Carlyle Group, the New World Order and now we have resurgence of old school klu kluckers–again with the Klan–alt right, QAnon, and antifa. 

The lunatic fringe is always around. As the song says: You’re in hiding, and you hold your meetings I can hear you coming. But before they come out of hiding they need some sort of influential person: a preacher, several senators or a president to validate their sketchy claims based on foggy logic and fuzzy cause and effect. A credible fear is easy to stoke when an accessible apparition to demonize appears. I can be anything: Illuminati, Catholics, Masons, communists or socialists; an immigrant with a different religion. Once a demon is identified, the fringe conspiracies need a voice to bellow out their theories to induce a mass hysteria.   And today pushing half-baked beliefs is so much easier and efficient with social media and the internet.  As Mark Twain supposedly said: History doesn’t repeat itself but it often rhymes.  

http://www.history.com/topics/early-us/alien-and-sedition-a

Now that the Trump administration is winding down I am reminded of what my Dad would say after a contentious meeting with a business associate: Don’t go away mad, just go away. Of course he said this in jest, but I cannot help feel it is a mantra the country should embrace with the 2020 election, and maybe the entire year.

That is easy for me to say, but there are millions of Americans who feel President Trump should hang around for four more years or more despite the results of the election. His ego demands it. Some of his supporters believe in a widespread election fraud. Some elected officials, who took up an oath to support the Constitution, are looking for anyway to steal back a so-called stolen election. It would stand to reason that if millions of President Trump’s votes were thrown out, buried in landfills or in the Meadowlands with Jimmy Hoffa, there would be a lot of other races both Democrat and Republican, being bought and sold on the black market, too. And yes, there are some other disgruntled losers out their complaining and trying to find warmth in the president’s ego. But in this age of information everything is up for interpretation, particularly the voices in the back of a president’s mind.

It is not my intent to review the election, the last four years of the Trump administration, or become a political pundit or an armchair psychologist. God knows we have enough of both. And for the last four years they have both been expounding and extrapolating on the president’s comings and goings as well as his physical and mental acuity. It is a good thing that most of the country has gone digital because I would venture to say that if newspapers and magazines were still in vogue we would have deforested several states with the volumes that have already been written on the merits or demerits of President Trump’s administration and his always questioned mental state and intentions.

And here again what do I really know about sanity and insanity. I mean, I have seen a grown man sitting on a bus bench once having a vivid conversation with himself. Without a doubt this man had some deep-seated problems. But then who has not walked out of room (or a whole year) scratching their head, mumbling to themselves about what just happened. Today we can simply blast a tweet out to millions with only our deep feelings guiding our fingers. It gives new meaning to the old Yellow Pages ad: Let your fingers do the walking.  In this case it is more like letting your fingers do the talking.

When it comes to talking even when President Trump talks to himself he is not alone. When he tweets people are listening. I have a vivid picture of President Trump first thing in the morning sitting on the White House throne doing his constitutional duties while pushing out a good morning tweet to America. According to Forbes “the president hit an all-time peak follower count of 88,964,791 on Nov. 17. ” So if he was sitting on a bus bench rambling on he would have had close to 90 million people listening. Now that is insane.

However, some people are starting to tune out of this massive ego trip. According to the same article, “Dating back to November 18th, Trump’s verified account has a tallie of 18 consecutive days of net losses in terms of followers.” That’s close to more than 220,000 people. A mere drop in the bucket but a drop nonetheless.

But according to brandwatch.com President Trump does not even break into the top 5 of total Twitter followers. He is more than 30 million followers shy of former President Barack Obama’s 125 million who has the most followers. President Joe Biden sits at around 33 million followers.

Now the country has seen several economic bubbles pop in the last 20 years but I am not sure if we have seen an ego bubble before.  We had the Dot Com Bubble burst in 2000 as investors  in the 1990s poured millions into internet startups that never yielded the exorbitant profits that were envisioned. We saw the Real Estate Bubble rip the guts out of the construction industry, banking and investment services, not to mention the millions who lost their jobs and were foreclosed on. America was introduced to derivatives and tranches, which is just another way of letting an investor bet somebody else’s farm using somebody else’s money to so they can garner a profit. But what will be the effects of a supernova ego bubble bursting?

We have been on an ego trip for the last six years. And here is where a lot of the pundits get it wrong on what has happened starting with the 2016 GOP Presidential Primaries. Trump was able to pop all of his opponents egos on the debate stage. Since then, politics has been a side show, the facade for the giant ego trip since Donald Trump took office. We have had to endure the Twitter tweets spewing out all sorts of clatter into cyberspace. That constant voice in the back of the commander-in-chief’s head has 90 million people tuning in. It is like astronomers searching for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI). In fact, according to Smithsonian Magazine “researchers noticed evidence of a strange radio emission while looking through archival data from 2019. The odd radio emissions seemed to be coming from the direction of Proxima Centauri, our closest neighboring star system at 4.2 light-years away.” Maybe they should direct their radio telescopes closer to the terra firma to see if there is intelligent life inside our own ego bubble.

What we have been dealing with is a growing radioactive toxic ego bubble that could rival Chernobyl. Again, I am not a chemist or a nuclear physicist, but I can spot a crazy man talking to himself on a park bench. But look at it from the atomic level, atoms can either be stable or unstable. An unstable atom is unbalanced if it picks up or loses electrons. It now has too many or not enough neutrons or protons. The atom will then start spitting out neutrons or protons, or other materials to reach stability. 

It is this egotastic instability we live in.  Consider presidential tweets as an atoms shooting out a constant stream of electrons trying to stabilize the his ego. The more tweets that are cast off into the universe the more unstable the tweeter. But the universe is not deaf. Like those astronomers listening into deep space for voices, 90 million people and the media here on Earth are amplifying the tweets that come flying out of Washington. More presidential particles or tweets flowing out simply means more unbalanced tweets come flowing back.

One sign of struggling ego is the need to be victorious at any cost. An easy observation of this is the ad hominem attack. This is a fallacy. According to Texas State Philosophy Department, “This fallacy occurs when, instead of addressing someone’s argument or position, you irrelevantly attack the person or some aspect of the person who is making the argument. The fallacious attack can also be directed to membership in a group or institution.” It is a kin to calling African nations “shitholes” or a US Senators Little Marco or Pocahontas.

Let’s face it, not all of the president’s followers are happy campers. So now we have this ever expanding unbalanced ego bubble feeding off an ever unstable universe because inside that ego and outside the ego bubble people are going simply bat shit crazy. This ego bubble might get punctured when Congress certifies the Electoral College results. Despite losing the election it appears as if President Trump’s ego is doing all it can to keep his ego bubble from bursting. His ego has engulfed some Senators and Congressmen who are vigorously manning the pumps to keep the bubble inflated. 

This could be a problem for the country. On an atomic level I do not think Joe Biden’s ego is big enough to offset and stabilize the decaying Trump bubble and what it may morph into. I do not believe the country has ever experienced this sort bubble before. It would be nice to see President Trump leave office calmly and quietly go home. And while doing so, he can take his  ego trip and deflated ego bubble with him.

 

Brooklyn Dodger fans lived this and picked up the mantra, “wait ’till next year.” Before the Dodgers moved to LA, they had won National League Pennants in 1941, 1947, 1949, 1952, and 1953. They lost the World Series all five times to the New York Yankees. “Next year,” however, finally came in 1955 when the Dodgers “Boys of Summer” shot down the Bronx Bombers in the World Series.

I was not around during those days but I was around to see the Buffalo Bills lose four straight Super Bowls from 1991-1994. It is a sporting accomplishment to make it to a title game one time; but to get there four years in a row and come away empty handed all four times is sports hell. The Buffalo Bills are equivalent to the presidential aspirations of the Federalist Charles Pinckney and Democrat Adli Stevens. Both losing twice. Pinckney to Thomas Jefferson and Stevens to Dwight Eisenhower.

When it comes to sports I do not recall reading or hearing about either the Dodgers or the Bills refuting the scores saying some runs or points were not counted after the games had been played. The games were played by the rules and even despondent Dodger fans accepted the loss with the fateful incantation, almost as if they expected the loss, “wait ’till next year.”

By playing the game there is the acceptance you agree to the terms and conditions that somebody has got to lose. In politics today certain losers are willing to entertain any conspiratorial theory or legal  efforts to overturn popular elections on perceived technicalities. Could you imagine the Buffalo Bills spending $3 million for a recount of the scoring in their 1991, 20-19 Super Bowl defeat to the New York Giants. It was a disheartening one-point loss but a loss just as much as their 1993, 52-17 pasting to the Dallas Cowboys. In both cases the games were played fairly and uncontested. There are 32 teams in the NFL. When the season is over there is only one real undisputed winner. In many ways it does not matter if you came in second or last.

Sports outcomes are usually not contested. Assigning  blame, making excuses and criticizing the outcome, yes. Criticizing how a game is played, or the officiating, is an American tradition. It has to go back to the first time a batter turned around to an umpire and said that pitch was outside. Bitching about the call is a part of the game itself. You can disagree with the call; you can even rant and rave about it from the sidelines, or from the cheap seats; but most often the play stands. In most cases the ref or the ump will give you a few seconds to jaw at them. They will  let you have your say so all the while turning a deaf ear to your complaint.

However, the game wants to get calls right. Sports have instituted replay procedures to properly challenge calls made on the field. And so, too, in voting. States have instituted protocols, legal safeguards and recounts to ensure votes are counted properly. Face it, nobody wants to win on a technicality (except maybe a desperate politician).

But getting too exuberant criticizing the officiating during a game by those playing or managing the game, is usually grounds for some sort of technical foul or worst ejection from playing field. And if it goes beyond the field, players and coaches can be fined, as was the case when Pittsburg Steeler Coach, Mike Tomlin, complained that the 14 penalty flags being thrown in their 41-17 victory against Atlanta in 2018 was a joke–and they were the winners!. The NFL, however, was not laughing. It flagged Tomlin and the Steelers $25,000 for his comments.

All of this is not to say that our sports are perfect. Take the legendary 1982 “Snow Plow Game” between the New England Patriots and the Miami Dolphins. The game was played as a cliche on a tundra-like field during a snowstorm fit more for the Iditarod then a football game. Snow plows were used as an “emergency ground rule” to clear field yard markers to help officials.

The two teams battled each other and the elements slipping and sliding around like mules on ice. Neither team was able to score until New England had the ball with less than five minutes left in the game. With the ball inside the Dolphin’s 30 yardline the Patriots decided on a field goal try. As the Patriots field goal team trotted out, a snow plow driver joined them, clearing off the spot for the home team’s kicker. The 33-yard kick was good giving the Patriots a 3-0 victory and leaving Don Shula, the Dolphin’s coach, livid enough to melt ice.

Shula said that this was the “most unfair act ever perpetrated in NFL History.” At the time there was no rule saying this was an unfair move. The NFL has an “unfair act” that allows officials to overturn flagrant illegal plays. The beloved Commissioner of the NFL at the time, Pete Rozelle, had the authority to overturn the outcomes of games. In fact he agreed with Shula but basically said the Patriot’s did not break any rules.

Next year was different story as Shula made sure that the rules stated that “Under no circumstances will a Referee permit clearing by the grounds crew of a spot for a PAT or field goal attempt.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_MS4ASXe18

This brings us back to the recent presidential election and the wild attempts to overturn the popular vote in “swing states” on technicalities. The 2020 election had several unique difference from past elections. First, and foremost, is the pandemic. It has had an effect on everything we do and voting is no exception. And almost as contagious as the coronavirus is the current toxic political atmosphere is just as bad. It has created a win now or lose forever mentality. Now, every election is some sort of fait accompli.  There appears to be no belief in wait ’till next year. This belief in no tomorrow  motivated people to get out and cast ballots in record numbers.

To some, it was not voting but how you voted. In the time of pandemic a lot of people voted early and by mail. It was the safest way to vote. To others, it looked like early voters were adhering to the old Chicago Style of voting: vote early and often. It is believed that 65 percent of the 150 million voters voted early in the 2020 election. The Department of Homeland Security said the 2020 election “was the most secure in American History.” Even the “got your back” Attorney General said there was no proof of widespread fraud. 

But then that DHS claim has not stopped more than three dozen lawsuits from those crying foul and pushing the mantra: “Stop the Steel.” This is more Hamlet than Hamilton as the “Lady doth protest too much.” Protesting too much can lead to a lack of credibility. Just look at Rudy Giuliani–he is the modern day boy who cried wolf .  Is there any fraudulent claim he won’t shill?He has gone from America’s Mayor to carnival barker trying to get people to guess the Fat Lady’s weight. 

It is one thing for a football team to go for the win with a two-point conversion at the end of the game and coming up short.  It happens. At some point in the baseball world the Dodgers were going to beat the Yankees. Without a doubt Americans love a winner. And at times, we can even be sympathetic and compassionate to the defeated. But we cannot stand a poor loser. But as Danny O’Keefe sings: “Some gotta win, some gotta lose, good time Charlie’s got the blues…”

As far as the election goes, it is time to do as the British say: Play on.

 

 

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If this was the 23rd Century we would have long ago sent out an interplanetary distress call in our battle with Covid-19. With any luck the USS Enterprise would pick up the distress call and before the opening credits: Space the Final Frontier where spoken Captain Kirk or maybe Captain Picard and crew would be moving at warp speed to the rescue.

I have always been a Captain Kirk fan.  I think he had more of hands-on approach to crises management. He knew the Klingons were not just going to go away and took appropriate measures in dealing with them. He could, along with Mr. Spock’s cool logic and Dr. McCoy’s prickly ethics, get to the root of the problem.  It could be dealing with Klingons trying to take over a peaceful planet or getting some mining operation open that’s plagued with a rock-eating creature that’s wreaking havoc deep the mine.  I particularly liked that episode because Dr. McCoy heals the injured creature, a Horta, with a bag of Portland cement. A spaceship that is a ready mix plant and can make cement. What a time to be alive.

Picard on the other hand was more unflappable, more refined—a tea drinker—and specifically not an American.  Picard had a good crew, too.  Number One, a big tough, tow-the-line Alaskan, who was really number two to Picard. And then there was Data a never tiring android with just about unlimited capabilities. Like Kirk, Picard was surrounded with the best ship and crew in the galaxy. The USS Enterprise never had to be made great again. They faced some of the same adversaries as Kirk: Klingons and Romulans. But, as the Federation moved further out into space they came into contact with the Borg, an alien group of cybermetric beings that injected people with nanoprobes  that assimilated them into their “collective.”

But this is not the 23rd Century, and we have no collective injecting us with nanoprobes to protect us collectively against the Covid. However, the coronavirus pandemic has been steadily moving across the Earth for almost 10 months or so. Despite beliefs and pontifications that it will miraculously disappear, it seems to be finding a nice home in the here and now. The argument could be made as to which will disappear first: the Covid or the glaciers.  Meanwhile, we have hurricanes and typhoons spinning like gyros across the ocean all the while California and the West are burning. Last year it was Australia that was on fire. The only thing we seem to be lacking right now is swarms of locusts or frogs.

And although I am not a doctor or a clinical psychologist I think the pandemic has affected not only our bodies but our psyche. It makes me wonder are we moving into end times or are we players in somebody’s bad reality show gone off the rails. It harkens to Shakespeare’s all the world’s a stage.  I lean towards a bad reality show for obvious reasons. I think the end times are inevitable and are non negotiable.  Just look at all the fossils we have collected in our time of creatures who roamed, swam and flew on the Earth. Will some future creatures or aliens hear rumors of our long ago civilization that ruled the planet for maybe 50,000 years.  Will they begin looking for the lost cities of New York, Beijing or London for their buried treasures?

But as I said, I tend to believe that we are on toxic reality show. It appears a lot more manageable than the end of world.  The problem is this reality show is like a bad dream that just will not go away. It is melding into our present day collective consciousness, warping it to a point where we are debating the merits of wearing masks and underwear.  It has us looking back into the past and how to interpret history with conflicting storylines flying off into space every which way.  That however, is a whole other container of smelly rotten eggs that has us stuttering about what is what.

As a nation we have become psychotic about just about everything. Ask more than two people about anything and we have good chance (maybe Mr. Spock or Data could give us the odds) that we will get a variety of absurd delusional answers based on hallucinations. Numerous conspiracy theories are running rampant. Stories of pizza eating, blood drinking pedophiles. You cannot fabricate this stuff.  As Hall of Fame manager Casey Stengel said: “You can look it up.”   

All of this gets compounded when we throw in a copious amounts of neurosis with a strong does of deep state swirling around. We take our beliefs from yahoos behind a mikes ranting away with bulging neck veins and eyes ready to burst out of their sockets as if their asses were on fire; their brains ready to ooze out their ears like hot lava down a volcano. Giving a false belief, like Chicken Little, the person who is running around and yammering the most has to be right. We do not know what is up or down; or if the sky is actually falling.  It is hard to figure out what the fraze is going on now.  It is no wonder we cannot figure out the past.

The problem is that this sort of thinking is moving faster than the Covid. We have armed civilians patrolling state capitals and city streets killing fellow demonstrating citizens. As if the shotgun, or in this case the assault rifle will save us. Cops choking and repeatedly shooting unarmed Black men in the back.  Police are out in military regalia as if they are on the streets of Fallujah instead of Kenosha acting as if they are hunting down terrorists instead of protecting property while people exercise a First Amendment right to assemble.

And to prove further you cannot make this stuff up, security forces in Washington DC were talking about confronting  demonstrators using some sort of heat ray (maybe the heat ray can be  with a dash of bleach that can be used against the coronavirus). According to NPR the military was looking into “a Long Range Acoustic Device, a kind of sound cannon known as an LRAD, and a device called the Active Denial System, or ADS (which I think has already been used on a large portion of our populations) …It uses millimeter wave technology essentially to heat the skin of people targeted by its invisible ray.”  This sounds similar to Godzilla’s “atomic breath” pumping out some sort or toxic radioactive beam. If it works on protesters maybe we can commercialize it so I can use it on the raccoons that keep getting in my trash.

At the rate 2020 is playing out, I am not sure if we are going to make it to the 23rd Century. The original Star Trek series was canceled after three years. Star Trek the Next Generation ran for seven. We have a 74 year old president looking for four my years, and even has suggested another four after that if he wins.  These would make him close to beyond 80 years old.  Captain Kirk disappeared in a energy anomaly called the Nexus at the age of 60. Shakespeare wrote “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances…” I think it is time for some of these people to just disappear or at least be pushed off the stage. I am not sure if we can take four more years of this current reality show. It is time to start streaming something else.

 

In a recent interview President Donald Trump said that the coronavirus “is what it is.” This is not a bad description of the current coronavirus situation.  It could probably be applied to any event or incident in history.

For instance, in the 1760s King George  III wanted to hold back the flood of colonist crossing the Appalachian Mountains. Too many colonist were going over the Appalachians  and riling up the local native population.  Simple solution.  Just issue a Proclamation restricting who could go over the mountain.

When Congress couldn’t come up with plan to extend an economic stimulus plan for the Coronavirus they called it a day.  They gave it a good shoulder shrug and then went on vacation. Or as Walter Sobchak told The Dude in The Big Lebowski, and I paraphrase here: Screw it Dude.  Let’s go bowling.  Which, today in the pandemic may be hard to do.

 

But not so with Presidents. They are always on the job with the launch codes, even if they are bowling like Nixon down in the White House basement. They do not have summer recess.  They may spend a couple of weeks in Kennebunkport, Hawaii, bushwhacking in Texas or hitting the links in New Jersey but they are just a phone call away and a quick trip back to DC.

 

You have to give the current administration credit. It can issue on high decrees from a golf course clubhouse. An opportunity denied George the III. The president teed  himself up with four Executive Orders dealing with relief for those struggling economically with the coronavirus and the undue burden of payroll taxes. Meanwhile, in Congress the House cannot fit all the clubs it wants into their bag and the Senate doesn’t even have a bag so forget about deciding on what club to use.

From the get go the Trump administrations has been spewing out executive orders to the tune of about 4 a month.  This is about one more a month then Bush or Obama.  With Congress not paying out, the Trump has been pulling the levers of government like grandma sitting in front nickel slot at the Beau Rivage Resort & Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. The problem so far is,  all the nickel shoving and lever pulling hasn’t paid out enough to even build his Wall.

Americans have traditionally scoffed at out or ignored orders issued from on high.   Just look at how certain people have taken offense to wearing a mask.  Try and get a biker in Sturgis, South Dakota to wear a helmet let alone a mask. As a country we come by it naturally. We get indignant to the point of belligerent when an order comes down and says we can’t do this or you can’t go there.  John Hancock, the signer of the Declaration of Independence was a known tax invader or smuggler. If the British were to get a hold of him he surely would have spent a few nights in the Tower.  The mask up orders in certain states is the equivalent of King George III’s Proclamation of 1763.  This is possibly the first stay-at-home order restricting travel issued in America.

George III issued this order to prevent colonist from crossing the Appalachians and setting up shops and farms in the newly won French Territory.  The British picked up most of France’s North American territories after The French and Indian War or more politically correct: The Seven Years’ War. With the French gone previous land claims were out the door. The only other group standing in the way where France’s trading partners: the native American tribes.

The Europeans called it The Seven Years’ War for two reasons: it lasted  seven years. Europeans named wars for how long they were fought like The Hundred Years’ War and The Thirty Years’ War.  I guess there was a lack creativity or just exhaustion because wars in Europe seemed to go on forever; and maybe they just possibly forgot why they were fighting. It could have been as simple as somebody marrying the wrong princess.  Then they went through a phase were they named them after a monarch.  Like The King William’s War,The Queen Anne’s War or The Napoleonic Wars.  I am not sure if these wars were named after the monarch who started the war or the one who won the war.

I think the reason they went back to numbers is because it would have been a mouthful to call it anything other then The Seven Years’ War.  The war in Europe found Britain, along with Prussia and Hanover fighting France, Austria, Sweden, Saxony, and Russia. Too much to say and not nearly as succinct as a number.  It is more like the Hatfields and McCoys on steroids Better yet it sounds like one of those highly promoted professional wrestling match with 10 or 15 wrestlers jumping in from the top rope, swinging chairs and throwing each other out of the ring.

 

European wars turn into some sort  grudge match, where anybody can join in that’s looking to avenge a sucker punch from the last war or regain or take some lost land.  And think about it, imagine a time when the Swedes were in a war. It takes a lot to get them going so something big must have been happening. Maybe they saw the war as a way to get back Sweden’s New Sweden settlements along the Delaware River from the British.

The other big reasons they called it The Seven Years’ War is because there were no Indians or what we would referer to today as Native Americans fighting in Europe. The closest thing to an indigenous people might have been ticked-off Prussians under Frederick The Great. They always seemed to be in the mix when the fighting started.

For Americans at the time, French and Indian war summed up the fighting sides very neatly. If they were not skirmishing with Native Americans then they were fighting French.  Colonials did not fight Prussians any more Prussians squared off against Mohicans,  It was the French and a host of tribes that included the Hurons, Mohawks, and a whole slew of other tribes that saddled up against the British and their Colonial militias.

The Seven Years’ War was the first and possibly the only “global” war started in America that spilled over into Europe. This war actually crossed the Atlantic and moved to Europe when George Washington, then a young 22 year old Virginia colonel, got himself in land development claim that went bad with the French near present day Pittsburgh. Seems like the French objected to Washington and The Ohio Company of Virginia  and their “art of the deal.” Coming in and planting a “will build to suit” signs along what the French believed was their riverfront property, did not go over well with the French or their Native American allies. Once the two bullies of Europe started to tussle in North America it jumped the pond.  From there it seemed like every other country that disagreed with the results of the last war started picking sides.

The Seven Years’ War had a profound impact for the Colonies. I am not really sure what changed in Europe for the winners or the losers. I do know the big losers on this side of The Atlantic were the French and their Native American allies.

With the war over and the French booted out of North America, Native Americans were on their own and not happy. They were not shy about letting the British know just how they felt with the end results.  Particularly a chief named Pontiac.  He forms a coalition of Native Americans  in the Northwest Territories and takes border security into his own hands. No wall for this guy. He begins burning British forts and running white settlers back east where they came from.

With the frontier in an uproar in comes the great white father, King George III, to save the day–or so he thought. I am not sure if the English would be so familiar to refer to their king as any sort of father great or otherwise. George seemed to be one of those leaders who makes things worse by his involvement. Nonetheless, George from his regal thrown 3,000 miles away tees off  a proclamation that among many things restricts colonial migration across the Appalachians. A vain attempt to appease the riled up indigenous people of the Ohio Valley. It is one of the first of many mixed up proclamations and acts George will issue that do not sit well with a lot of people in the Colonies: colonial or native.

 

 

Now, how George proposed to keep his royal subjects from crossing the mountains was the problem. There was no mention of building a wall along the Blue Ridge Mountains.  But we can see just from our modern day attempts at building a border wall how futile this would have been.  There is the physical aspect of building the wall; and then there is, as we have witnessed: no financing of the wall through an executive order.  The Native Americans were not going to pay for it.  The Colonists were not going to pay for it. And the British were not going to pay for it. Besides, Britain ran up such huge debt in The Seven Years’ War that Parliament came up with the brilliant idea of taxing the Colonies to pay for the war.  The Colonials never cottoned to the idea of paying taxes to begin with.  They came up with a brilliant concept: taxation without representation is tyranny, which is a whole other story.

Of course this paper proclamation had no effect of keeping land hungry Colonials from venturing west any more than say Trump’s orders about evictions and foreclosures for those running behind on their rents and mortgages or looking the other way on payroll taxes.

Sometimes proclamations and laws have been written in stone like Hammurabi’s Codes or the Twelve Tables of Rome. Whether it is a monarchical proclamation or a presidential executive order, both have been around for awhile. Some have a lasting impact like Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation.  Others are more notorious like FDR’s order to inter Japanese Americans during World War II.  I would venture to say that a large percentage of the more than 1,500 executive orders issued are probably worth less then paper and effort it cost to print them.

Take King George’s proclamation.  The only thing that stopped the colonists westward rush was the Pacific Ocean.

 

 

 

When the British army marched out of Yorktown after surrendering to a colonial upstart nation in October of 1781 they shouldered arms and marched into defeat, supposedly, playing a tune called the “World Turned Upside Down.”  I would assume it was a popular 18^th Century ditty at the time or just maybe apropo for the moment. But this was a truly a moment when the bottom rail was on top.  A change in the world order took place.  Shortly after the American Revolution there was a far more radical French Revolution that decapitated many French traditions that easily dated back to the 14^th Century. France literally lost its head with change.

I feel that we all should bone up on the “World Turned Upside Down.” The world is changing quickly with the Covid-19. Add the recent cries of racism to the turbulence swirling around us and we are  like an airplane in a flat spin. We see people rushing to judgment on all sorts of issues.  Opening businesses back up and then reeling them back in. We have turned simple traditional health practices like wearing a mask into a public debate on civil liberties equivalent to free speech.  One woman, complaining at a Florida county commission meeting,  compared wearing a mask to wearing underwear. Everything has got to breathe, she said.  This really has me asking which end is really up. It is hard to believe that this is the same country that helped wipe out smallpox and could vaccinate its citizens from polio. That we could build health care systems and sewage systems to control dysentery, yellow fever, and cholera.

Americans complaining about public health and safety concerns is nothing new.  In the 1970s we squawked about seat belt buzzers and bells in our cars reminding us to buckle up.  Finally states started passing mandatory seat belt laws. But we resisted, feeling it was our God-given-right to implant our face on the windshield of our car when we experienced a sudden and abrupt stop.  I recall a classic bumper sticker in Florida from the 1980s.   It simply said: “I’ll Buckle Up When Bundy Buckles Up. It’s the Law.” This was in reference to serial killer Ted Bundy, who like so many of our country’s conmen, miscreants, weirdos and psychopaths end up in Florida. Some even get elected governor.  Bundy spent 10 years on death row after being convicted of his killing spree in Florida. He kept appealing his date with the hangman.  Finally on January 24, 1989 he was executed in “Old Sparky,” Florida’s electric chair.  This was an era before drugs were used to execute a death penalty sentence.

It’s ironic how we Americans embrace change.  Sometimes we move fairly quickly.  We went from price tags being stamped on canned goods at the grocery store to bar codes, chip reading credit cards, and now smart phone payments.  Who writes a check? But the Covid has turned businesses upside down.  We have  airlines filling the coach section of the plan at 60 percent capacity and first class at 50 percent. What happened to overbooking? Baseball is talking about  a 60-game schedule.  In fact, the Covid may finally kill off the 150 year tradition of pitchers batting in baseball altogether.  The National League, probably the last league in the world not to use a Designated Hitter to replace the pitcher in the lineup, is finally coming around in a short season. Sometime change is slow in coming. Golf tournaments are back, too. Without crowds and some obnoxious fan screaming his guts out to be heard on TV: “In the hole!”

Without a doubt small businesses have been sliced into the the high fescue grass. There are so many small businesses “in the hole” it is doubtful they will ever reach the fairway let alone the green. Forget par. And Congress is stuck on a third stimulus package because it will increase a multi-trillion-dollar deficit. Get with the program.  We quit counting after billions. This reminds me of the movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid when they are contemplating jumping off the cliff and into the river below to escape the posse that has been following them for days and now has them trapped. In  fit of desperation a reluctant Sundance tells Butch he can’t swim. Butch laughs and tries to reassure Sundance that the fall will kill us. Well, we fell off the fiscal cliff 10 years ago and survived. Meanwhile some poor schmuck, who cannot “tax and spend” his way into  or out of debt cannot pull $1,000 together to stave off eviction and a life on the street is drowning.

We have been told that the Covid would miraculously be gone in the summer heat in a belief businesses could attempt to open. While many are crying for more money to help businesses there is a huge demand to defund the police.  In Seattle a group even took over a police precinct. Some have called them terrorists, anarchists; but nobody has called them entrepreneurs.  But why not? In a time when things are going upside down, opening up your own cop shop goes beyond a Libertarian belief. It is pure Reaganism. It is  getting government out of your back pocket.  It is good for everybody. It is teaching a man to fish for his dinner. It is putting your money or lack of it where your mouth is. I am surprised more conservatives have not embraced this concept.

What is equally disturbing is the systemic overt and benign racism that is flipping old embraced beliefs and traditions. For more than 150 years since the end of the Civil War Americans have either blatantly ignored or just turned a blind eye to our country’s racial inequality.  The country’s check engine lights that have been lit up for so long but we keep driving.  The state of Mississippi is just now removing the Confederate Battle flag from its canton on its state flag. As much as Robert E, Lee is (or was) beloved it really is time for him and his fellow Confederates to come down off their pedestals. They have finally had their 150 years of fame turned to shame–to say the least.

These racist icons are going off all across the nation, and in some cases physically being pulled down. Statues in town squares or in front of courthouses that we drove by every day, never really paying attention to,  have gone from amber to red to being gone.  Those statues are making Americans question the past and how it influences the present. As much as we may try to deny it, the old plantation belief still survives in our nation’s consciousness.

As conquering heroes at the end of World War II we had no problem turning Germany and Japan upside down by eradicating Nazi fascism and Japanese imperialism. It is easy to enforce change from the end of gun barrel.  The Union Armies may have drove old Dixie down, destroying a slave economy.  But it did not institute lasting economic and equality changes that the country needed. The South, however, managed to throw off the yoke of Reconstruction and reestablish and institutionalize slavery beyond the plantation in all but name. What happened was the infusing of segregation, suppression and inequality deep into our country’s muscle memory. Today, we are now dealing with up righting the changes that should have taken place 150 years ago.

 

The recent deaths of Blacks at the hands of police has stoked up  the concept of equality into a bonfire with protests and demonstrations across the nation stating that Black Lives Matter. The problem is that equality got buried in Article 1, Section 2 of the Constitution way back in 1787. Better known as the three-fifths compromise, counting slaves as three-fifths of a person for tax and representation purposes. 

Most middle school students are familiar with John Locke and Montesquieu’s concepts on equal justice and the rule of law. These concepts moved us away from autocratic laws, orders and decrees put forth arbitrarily from on high.

Thomas Jefferson wrote in 1776  in our Declaration of Independence: “that all men are created equal.”  Strangely that concept went out the window in just over a decade when 50 of the best minds in the original 12 states (Rhode Island did not send a delegation to Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia) tried to form a more perfect union with “We the People.”  The Constitution was intended to break away from a loose confederation of independent states serving in their best interests to a federation of states with a stronger national government instead.  These men (sorry ladies it was different era and  a battle to be fought later) hammered out a series of compromises on how a new government should be formed. 

The Continental Congress grappled with the three-fifths ratio but could not amend the Articles of Confederation because it took an unanimous decision of all 13 states to approve amendments. The 1787 Constitution is comprised of compromises. The three-fifths compromise found its way into the approved Constitution. It is the a compromise that negates the Jeffersonian concept that all men are created and ties voting and representation to wealth and human ownership. After all the South was operating under a slave economy that profited from cash crops like tobacco and cotton.

Slavery and racial inequality is our original sin.  It started with the Native Americans and continues today still causing  racial, gender and socio-economic problems. As a nation we hardly got out of the starting gate in dropping the old British social class structure before we put a numerical value on people. While many other groups in our country may have been undervalued for doing work “Americans” won’t do, none has had a numerical value placed on them, except Blacks. It could be argued that as long as one group is being valued less it devalues everybody. The opposite holds true, too. A multi-millionaire sex offender can push through a revolving door of justice and walk right in and out of jail while others are put into the gulag to rot.  It puts us all on some sort of nebulous sliding scale of justice instead of a balanced set of scales. Equal justice under the law becomes a tilted roulette wheel that excludes many from sitting at the table let alone buying a chip in a rigged game

Now some scholars say the three-fifths compromise was a way to appease the South to accept the new Constitution. Had those men in Philadelphia not addressed slavery at all, a slave would not have been counted as anything.  This would have given real meaning to Roger B. Taney’s ruling in the Dred Scott Supreme Court case where he ruled that slaves were property. This went beyond three-fifths. It negated the belief that slaves were even people. And Taney’s decision was in 1856, almost 80 years after the ratification of the Constitution.

The three-fifths compromise allowed the South to count three-fifths of each slave as a person for representation and tax purposes. This really turns out to be a halfway measure in dealing with the economic wealth slaves were generating for the nation.  It will fester up in the Union through a series of additional compromises until the first shots are fired at Fort Sumter.  The three-fifths compromise assured that from the 1800 election to the 1856 election that there would be enough Electoral College votes in the South that a pro-slavery president would always be elected. The Senate, by design, was always evenly split between Free and Slave states. It was not until the North’s population grew to a point were the balance of power in the House was shifting northward that Northern population growth broke the South’s voting grip in the Electoral College and brought in the first anti-slave president, Abraham Lincoln, a Republican.

This really is not hard to understand when we look at say one state: South Carolina, the first state to leave the Union in 1860. In 1790 South Carolina’s Black population was about 43 percent of its total population. By 1860 the Black population was closing in on 60 percent. Under the three-fifths compromise that Black population would equal close to 248,000 people; just under half of South Carolina’s total population for tax and representation purposes. Black lives have always mattered. What mattered was how they were counted.

Once the Civil War was over and the South and slavery were defeated, counting freed Blacks was not the problem. It was a problem of suppressing a large portion of the Black population. Two concepts that needed to be suppressed were the one-man-one-vote concept and equal justice under the law.  By 1900, states like Mississippi and South Carolina had Black populations that were nearly 60 percent. Other Deep South states  had Black populations well over 40 percent.  For the defeated ruling elite of the South, this was not the sort of democracy or society they envisioned. Rule of law became a rule of repression.

Thirty-five years after the end of the Civil War Jim Crow laws are firmly in place and a rebirth of Confederate pride builds up with statues honoring those who fought in the “Lost Cause.” A Confederate mystification sweeps the South. And with it, it brings in a new breed of Klansmen enforcing laws at the end of a rope. And this, only 25 to 30 years after passing the civil rights amendments: the 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments. It would take another 65 years for these Amendments to be federally enforced. And many would argue that they are still not being enforced to the full extent of their intentions.

For many, the compromising and suppression is over. The three-fifths compromise may not be in the forefront of today’s protests. But since 1789 when the Constitution was approved it seems that Blacks Americans are still waiting for that other two-fifths to matter.

 

https://www.theusconstitution.org/news/understanding-the-three-fifths-compromise/

http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/disp_textbook.cfm?smtID=3&psid=163

https://www.sciway.net/afam/slavery/population.html