“Mayor Who Called Q-Anon a ‘truth movement’ under Scrutiny by Residents,” a CNN News Segment.
Around 1980 or so, my mother and step-father decided to fully retire and move from Pullman to Sequim, Washington, a town of 7,000 people whose mayor is now in, for him, a most unwelcome spotlight. I’ve been to Sequim a few times. It’s not far from Port Angeles where Raymond Carver, the famous short-story author and his wife, Tess Gallagher, a well-respected poet, lived until Carver’s death from cancer.
During their working lives, my mother served as a legal secretary for the law firm of Neill, Atkin, & Schauble. Whenever I called her on the phone for something important (she had once scolded me for calling her about something trivial, like a quarrel between me and my younger brother) she would say the firm’s name and then “How can I help you?” I heard that greeting many times over the years. And Marshall Neill went on to become one of the state’s supreme court justices.
If she were still alive and still living in Sequim, she would be appalled at this man and probably right in the thick of its citizenry who are so upset about this man’s obvious adhesion if not adherence to the blithering insanity of the raft of Q-Anon assertions too peculiar and warped to even merit mention.
But as her son, I will take a few steps further and voice my sheer contempt for these people. I’m not a politician. In fact I once wrote down in my ledger (I’m an unpublished novelist) that “Politics is death.” As it was for some very noble men in this country, and I’ll name them all: Abraham Lincoln, John F. Kennedy, and Martin Luther King — all assassinated by madmen such as the filth and scum that our dear departed President Trump did his damnedest to stir up.
My father was a Republican, and of course so was my mother. And during 1970 at the prolonged height of the Vietnam War, we had nightly arguments at the kitchen table over dinner while my younger brother remained mute, probably aghast at the tone I had taken with her, one of fierce and contemptuous opposition to her political views. And after graduation from high school, I actually moved out of the house. I couldn’t bear living there any longer. And the family I’d gone to the Unitarian Church with for three years and whom I’d known since I was eight years old, who lived only a block away, took me in.
I grew up in a university town (WSU) with all the usual expectations of going to college. But those were turbulent years (as is the time now). Carver once called that period “the cyclone of the 60’s.” Life itself tore me away from the university life I’d only just begun as a freshmen. I became a conscientious objector, certified by draft board 26 right there in Pullman, where I’d lived all my life, and dropped out of college. Later I went to trade school and learned how to set type and run printing presses. And that’s how I wound up earning my living for eight years, along with lugging meat as a delivery driver for three years, . . . and finally as a night auditor at a Super 8 for three years, and following that, four more final years as a person who worked a phone and a key-board and tried to assuage pissed-off DirecTV customers. Which was until my mother died and left her children some money. I was able to retire 10 years early, providing I led a more or less frugal life, just as I always have.
And so now in some sense I’m re-witnessing the same loop in the spiral of history which, by certain measures, the whole of which has been a struggle between the working class and the upper-crust plutocrats like the hollow shill Trump and his puppet-masters, the large corporations.
It’s always been a trick-of-the-trade among the ruling class (Americans seem to prefer the term ‘elites’. I wonder why.). . . . And the fact of this matter is that —and more and more people are becoming aware of it — that they would prefer to pit White people against Black people, keep them hating each other, and at the same time blind them to the fact that ALL working-class people are working for the Man.