Running around this morning, I noticed how muddy the footpaths have become again after a week of intermittent rain. I’d grown used to them being dry and dusty. There’s a point on one of my regular footpaths which was badly eroded right at the start of the year when the path was so flooded that parts of it were hollowed out. The dips and hollows and even deeper holes remain. Clearly these footpaths are not a priority for the local council. There’s even a section where the path is in severe danger of sliding into one of the small ponds that feed onto the larger old millpond.
Then I found this article in this morning’s Guardian about a Scottish village which is in danger of sliding into the sea. Almost everywhere we seem to fight against nature’s way of changing things. Here has always been coastal erosion. The sea steals coast on one side of out small island and seems to deposit it on the other. A form of evolution, I suppose.
Coincidentally, in a programme we accidentally / serendipitously caught the latter half of on last night’s television, the artist David Hockney talked to Melvyn Bragg (both considerably younger than they are now) about a house in California which appeared in a number of his paintings but which has now been swallowed onto the sea.
It’s interesting to see how David Hockney experimented, and still experiments in his old age, with different representational styles. We watched him using photography, old style printed photos put together to present things from different perspectives, a mind of forerunner of things he would try later with the computer and with the iPad. Fascinating stuff!
Apparently it’s National Hispanic Heritage Month (Mes Nacional de la Herencia Hispana) in the USA. This is a period from September 15th to October 15th in the United States for recognizing the contributions and influence of Hispanic Americans to the history, culture, and achievements of the country.
Considering the policy’s their current president has been bringing into play to remove immigrants, and in the light of all the fuss about his visit to the UK, maybe he should be reminded of such things.
Maybe he needs reminding that almost all the people of the USA are from immigrant families. One such is Joan Baez. Here’s a reminder of her story:
“Joan Baez has chalked up her passion for social justice to her upbringing. Her father was a Mexican-born physicist, her mother a Scottish-born pacifist. Her parents were liberal intellectuals passionate about non-violence and raised Baez and her two sisters in the Quaker faith.
“I was eight when my parents became Quakers. The American Friends Service Committee is the active wing of the Quakers which goes to various places in the world and does good things for numbers of people. When I was fifteen, I was out demonstrating with my dad and mom and family against the bomb shelters. I’m sure my activism came from the family.” – Joan Baez
Because of her father’s profession, Joan traveled all over the world. Her exposure to so many cultures and communities gave her a unique perspective on her ethnic identity, which changed depending on where she lived.
Throughout the years, Joan has relayed stories of being called the N-word by a racist neighbor in Clarence, New York, when he caught a glimpse of her darker skin tone. She tells another story about how she witnessed school segregation between white and Mexican students first hand when her family lived in Redlands, California.
It is experiences like these that shaped Joan’s strong sense of right and wrong, as well as her strong pull to act on those beliefs. For Joan, music became the primary vehicle in which she could promote her activism.
"You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now." - Joan Baez
In 1968, Joan was arrested and jailed for barricading the door at a military induction center. She explained she was protesting America’s practice of drafting men to fight in the Vietnam War.
As Joan sat in the cell, a man named Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. came to visit her and thanked her for her anti-draft efforts. Joan and Dr. King developed a close relationship, and Joan continued to support him and his vision of peaceful protesting.
There are dozens of similar stories like this the people she met, the historic events she was a part of. Stories of her singing at the 1963 March on Washington, standing in the fields alongside Cesar Chavez during the “Bloody Summer” of 1973, or most recently, making an appearance at the Dakota Access Pipeline protests in 2016.”
She said:
“If people have to put labels on me, I'd prefer the first label to be human being, the second label to be pacifist, and the third to be folk singer.”
“I think music has the power to transform people, and in doing so, it has the power to transform situations - some large and some small.”
She’s still making her voice heard.
We need to remember and celebrate such people while they are still here. After all, we have just lost Robert Redford!
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!