The G.O.P. Needs Another "Rough Rider"
Theodore
Roosevelt became our 26th President when William McKinley was
assassinated in 1901. He won his own
term in 1904 but chose not to run in 1908 and his hand-picked successor,
William Howard Taft, was elected. (Both
Roosevelt and Taft were Republicans, which all of our Presidents except Grover
Cleveland had been from the Civil War until that time.) Once Taft took office, Roosevelt became
disillusioned with him because he failed to fight for the progressive agenda
Roosevelt had championed. As a result,
in 1912 Roosevelt again threw his hat in the ring and ran as a third party
candidate. (The Democrat, Woodrow Wilson, won the election, but Roosevelt amassed
more electoral votes for his “Bull Moose” party than President Taft did as a
Republican.)
During the campaign, Roosevelt pushed for minimum wage laws,
conservation, women’s suffrage, safer workplaces, an eight-hour workday and
regulating, but not destroying, monopolies. This was an agenda which the “regular”
Republicans who supported President Taft were reluctant to pursue and was the
motivating force in causing Roosevelt to run.
This agenda is the reason Theodore Roosevelt’s likeness is sculpted atop
Mount Rushmore, along with those of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln.
Americans
should remember that Theodore Roosevelt was a Republican, and that his
progressive agenda was a Republican agenda!
Sadly, today’s Republican Party always votes against the present day version of
that agenda. In those days, the
Democrats were still catering to those backward-looking folks in the South who
were reluctant to buy into the results of the Civil War, a role Republicans
fill today. Today’s Republicans even
repudiate the 2012 Affordable Care Act which actually was part of a progressive
Republican agenda developed as an alternative to a government-run “single
payor” health plan.
It
is time for intelligent Republicans to refuse to go along with policies
dictated by that party’s right wing, a direction the G.O.P. follows in order to
hold Congressional seats in carefully gerrymandered districts. These are policies which Theodore Roosevelt
would abhor.
It
is time for thinking Republicans to show the kind of guts which Teddy Roosevelt
manifested in 1912 when he decided to run against his own party’s backsliding
candidate, in effect conceding the election to the Democrats. The pending immigration legislation would be
a good place to start, opening the way for the G.O.P. to endorse more
progressive legislation in the tradition of Teddy Roosevelt. Otherwise, its candidates will go the way of
William Howard Taft, with or without a “Bull Moose” challenge.
Jack Lippman
The Origins of the Shia – Sunni Split in Islam
Many
believe that the continuing instability in Iraq and the civil war in Syria are really
manifestations of the ongoing conflict between the two main branches
of Islam, the Shia and the Sunni. We
frequently refer to that conflict, but how much do with really know about its
origins? With that in mind, I reproduce
the following article by Mike Shuster which appeared about six years ago on the
NPR web site. Knowing the difference
between Shia and Sunni is crucial for anyone who attempts to understand
anything that is going on in the Middle East.
JL
It's not known precisely how many of the
world's 1.3 billion Muslims are Shia. The Shia are a minority, comprising
between 10 percent and 15 percent of the Muslim population — certainly fewer
than 200 million, all told.The Shia are concentrated in Iran, southern Iraq and
southern Lebanon. But there are significant Shiite communities in Saudi Arabia
and Syria, Afghanistan, Pakistan and India as well. Although the origins of the
Sunni-Shia split were violent, over the centuries Shia and Sunnis lived
peacefully together for long periods of time.
But that appears to be giving way to a new period of spreading conflict
in the Middle East between Shia and Sunni.
"There is definitely an emerging
struggle between Sunni and Shia to define not only the pattern of local
politics, but also the relationship between the Islamic world and the
West," says Daniel Brumberg of Georgetown University, author of Reinventing Khomeini: The Struggle for
Reform in Iran. That struggle is
most violent and dangerous now in Iraq, but it is a struggle that could spread
to many Arab nations in the Middle East and to Iran, which is Persian. One other factor about the Shia bears
mentioning. "Shiites constitute 80 percent of the native population of the
oil-rich Persian Gulf region," notes Yitzhak Nakash, author of The Shi'is of Iraq. Shia predominate where there is oil in Iran,
in Iraq and in the oil-rich areas of eastern Saudi Arabia as well.
The Partisans of Ali
The original split between Sunnis and Shia occurred
soon after the death of the Prophet Muhammad, in the year 632. "There was a dispute in the community
of Muslims in present-day Saudi Arabia over the question of succession,"
says Augustus Norton, author of Hezbollah:
A Short History. "That is to say, who is the rightful successor to
the Prophet?" Most of the Prophet
Muhammad's followers wanted the community of Muslims to determine who would
succeed him. A smaller group thought that someone from his family should take
up his mantle. They favored Ali, who was married to Muhammad's daughter,
Fatimah.
"Shia believed that leadership should
stay within the family of the Prophet," notes Gregory Gause, professor of
Middle East politics at the University of Vermont. "And thus they were the
partisans of Ali, his cousin and son-in-law. Sunnis believed that leadership
should fall to the person who was deemed by the elite of the community to be
best able to lead the community. And it was fundamentally that political
division that began the Sunni-Shia split." The Sunnis prevailed and chose a successor
to be the first caliph.
Eventually, Ali was chosen as the fourth
caliph, but not before violent conflict broke out. Two of the earliest caliphs
were murdered. War erupted when Ali became caliph, and he too was killed in
fighting in the year 661 near the town of Kufa, now in present-day Iraq. The violence and war split the small
community of Muslims into two branches that would never reunite.
The war continued with Ali's son, Hussein,
leading the Shia. "Hussein rejected the rule of the caliph at the
time," says Vali Nasr, author of The
Shia Revival. "He stood up to the caliph's very large army on the
battlefield. He and 72 members of his family and companions fought against a
very large Arab army of the caliph. They were all massacred." Hussein was decapitated and his head was
carried in tribute to the Sunni caliph in Damascus. His body was left on the
battlefield at Karbala. Later it was buried there. It is the symbolism of Hussein's death that
holds so much spiritual power for Shia.
"An innocent spiritual figure is in
many ways martyred by a far more powerful, unjust force," Nasr says.
"He becomes the crystallizing force around which a faith takes form and
takes inspiration."
The Twelfth Imam
The Shia called their leaders imam, Ali
being the first, Hussein the third. They commemorate Hussein's death every year
in a public ritual of self-flagellation and mourning known as Ashura. The significance of the imams is one of the
fundamental differences that separate the two branches of Islam. The imams have
taken on a spiritual significance that no clerics in Sunni Islam enjoy. "Some of the Sunnis believe that some of
the Shia are actually attributing almost divine qualities to the imams, and
this is a great sin," Gause says, "because it is associating human
beings with the divinity. And if there is one thing that's central to Islamic
teaching, it is the oneness of God."
This difference is especially powerful when
it comes to the story of the Twelfth Imam, known as the Hidden Imam. "In the 10th century," says Vali
Nasr, "the 12th Shiite Imam went into occultation. Shiites believe God
took him into hiding, and he will come back at the end of time. He is known as
the Mahdi or the messiah. So in many ways the Shiites, much like Jews or
Christians, are looking for the coming of the Messiah." Those who believe in the Hidden Imam are
known as Twelver Shia. They comprise the majority of Shia in the world today
"Twelver Shiism is itself a kind of
messianic faith," Brumberg says. It is based "on a creed that the
full word and meaning of the Koran and the Prophet Muhammad's message will only
be made manifest, or real and just, upon the return of the Twelfth Imam, this
messianic figure."
Women walk in the courtyard of the Jamkaran mosque outside the holy city of Qom, Iran, Sept. 8, 2006.
Political Power Fuels Religious Split
Over the next centuries, Islam clashed with
the European Crusaders, with the Mongol conquerors from Central Asia, and was
spread further by the Ottoman Turks. By
the year 1500, Persia was a seat of Sunni Islamic learning, but all that was
about to change with the arrival of Azeri conquerors. They established the
Safavid dynasty in Persia — modern-day Iran — and made it Shiite. "That dynasty actually came out of
what's now eastern Turkey," says Gregory Gause. "They were a Turkic
dynasty, one of the leftovers of the Mongol invasions that had disrupted the
Middle East for a couple of centuries. The Safavid dynasty made it its
political project to convert Iran into a Shia country." Shiism gradually became the glue that held
Persia together and distinguished it from the Ottoman Empire to its west, which
was Sunni, and the Mughal Muslims to the east in India, also Sunni. This was the geography of Shiite Islam, and
it would prevail into the 20th century.
There were periods of conflict and periods
of peace. But the split remained and would, in the second half of the 20th
century, turn out to be one of the most important factors in the upheavals that
have ravaged the Middle East. "Why
has there been such a long and protracted disagreement and tension between
these two sects?" asks Ray Takeyh, author of Hidden Iran: Paradox and Power in the Islamic Republic. "It
has to do with political power." In
the 20th century, that meant a complex political dynamic involving Sunni and
Shia, Arabs and Persians, colonizers and colonized, oil, and the involvement of
the superpowers.
JL
JL
Sid's Corner
ANOTHER
GATHERING OF THE CLAN
On the weekend of June 1, 2013 my wife and I flew up to
western Massachusetts
to be with our progeny to celebrate our youngest son’s surprise fiftieth
birthday party. Our coming was to be part of the surprise because it would be
only about seven weeks after my hip replacement surgery in early April. An
added incentive was our children’s desire to use the clan’s gathering to also
celebrate my imminent eightieth birthday on the fifth of June.
Although I was being diligent, determined, and devoted to my
physical therapy, when I first learned of the intended gathering three weeks
earlier, I had my doubts that I would be able to accomplish the trek from
Florida…especially having to deal with the many stairs at Mitch’s house where
we’d be housed on the second floor. With my therapist’s positive encouragement
I applied my self even more vigorously to my exercises and bought flight
tickets…along with insurance, just in case. As I grew stronger, my therapist
added stair climbing to my routine and even had me practice stepping over a tub
rim to prep me for showering at my son’s house…without the benefit of grab
bars.
Jet Blue volunteered to comp us front row extra-room seats
with me in an aisle seat on the right side of the plane to allow me to stretch
out my left leg. They also assured us that a wheel chair would be available to
take me from curbside, through security, and to the gate…and reverse the
journey upon arrival.
Because one of my grandsons and his new girlfriend picked us
up in Hartford, we had a joyous time at lunch
and got to know her during the drive to Mitch’s home in Northampton…just
north of Springfield.
As was the case for our clan’s gathering on Cape Cod
in 2012, I was thrilled once more to be treated like luggage and not have to
deal with a car rental.
When Mitch returned in late Saturday afternoon from the
arranged subterfuge golfing excursion with his two sons, nephew, and his oldest
brother, he was duly surprised by the gathering of his friends and family
secretly arranged by his beloved wife. Although he denied suspicions regarding
the party (he had spotted the tent from the road), he did avow real
astonishment that my wife and I had made the journey…especially me with my
brand new bionic hip.
The weather cooperated with temperatures into the
nineties…warmer than Florida
to my wife’s delight…enabling us to sit at tables under the tent. Everyone was
astonished to discover that the buffet featuring four entrees, four sides, and
two salad selections were prepared by Mitch’s wife, not catered. My oldest
son’s wife supplemented the goodies with her own home-made appetizers. The
feasting and toasting went on until close to midnight.
The grandchildren were especially solicitous of my needs by
hovering over me to assure that they fetched my food and drink, as well as
being an assist when I needed to navigate the few stairs leading off the porch
to access the tent. In addition the plan to climb over the upstairs bathtub’s
rim was negated by Mitch’s insistent demand that I not risk a fall and use the
walk-in stall shower off the mudroom on the first floor.
The clan camped out throughout the house, enjoyed a late
breakfast on Sunday, went for a hike through the woods, and lazed around until
mid afternoon when my wife and I were surprised by the arrival of our oldest
grandson and his new wife who had driven three-and-one-half hours from New York to surprise us.
With the clan’s full complement of seventeen plus a wife and
a girl friend seated along both sides of long tables placed end-to-end I gazed
down the length of the array from my position as patriarch at the head and was
filled with gratitude that I had been able to come to the gathering. Mitch
seated beside me made an appropriate speech as did my oldest son. Me? I kinda
blubbered through my tears of gratitude as my mind carried me back to similar,
long ago family gatherings with my own grandfather at the head of the
table…big, scraggily, white beard, black suit, and black derby. I was suddenly
my own grandfather.
After more feasting and drinking my daughters-in-law brought
out a cake with candles, happy birthday was sung, and I made the traditional
wish before blowing out the candles.
As evening approached, the clan began to disperse to drive home leaving my wife and me to wind down on Monday before leaving for Florida on Tuesday. On this return leg it was Mitch’s wife who kindly drove us forty minutes back to Hartford’s Bradley Airport…more blessings for having compassionate daughters-in-law.
As evening approached, the clan began to disperse to drive home leaving my wife and me to wind down on Monday before leaving for Florida on Tuesday. On this return leg it was Mitch’s wife who kindly drove us forty minutes back to Hartford’s Bradley Airport…more blessings for having compassionate daughters-in-law.
Becoming an octogenarian again reminded me of Anthony
Hopkins’ speech in the 1998 movie “Meet Joe Black” where, at his character’s
sixty-fifth birthday celebration, he speaks of the years passing in the blink
of an eye. Well, I feel that way with great, intense wonderment each time I am
at a gathering of our clan…especially when my oldest son reminds me about being
the patriarch…setting the example for the nine grandchildren who are just now
setting out on their own “blink-of-an-eye” journey…the youngest, sixteen; the
oldest, twenty-eight; one married; and two others most likely to commit shortly.
So life unfolds in ways never dreamed of when we are young.
The one-year-old babe in the photo below had only his immediate, in-the-moment
joy in his mind as he hugged his stuffed terrier and gloried at his loving
father who took the picture. Never did he dream that he’d morph into a
patriarch with a bionic hip in his own “blink of an eye”.
One Year Old Sid
One Year Old Sid
Sid
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