Promises still to keep: post-election follow through

originally published in The Herald

Until this day after the election, Washingtonians didn’t need to travel to Oslo to view Edward Munch’s “The Scream.” We had met “The Scream,” and he was us.

Enough. To bastardize Allen Ginsberg, we have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by political ads, incessant, hysterical, truth-defiling, dragging themselves through the Everett streets at dawn looking for an angry fix. (Stopping cold turkey from a campaign binge means bracing for soft voices and television marketers not running for Congress.)

Elections are a counterweight to the kindergarten lesson that we’re all winners. No, we just took a vote, and Secretary of State Sam Reed will certify it. One winner, one loser. We played witness and judge, cajoled by a high-volume screech, much of it negative and soul-deadening. And now we wait for the final, final results in the nail-biters. And then we wait some more.

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Tackling a mixed history: Human rights at home

originally published in The Herald

Five years ago a tangle of events, seemingly disconnected, topped off at the Everett Elks club. The Illegal Immigration Summit of 2007 was a lesser angels’ showcase of xenophobes, racists, and conspiracy theorists — outliers who, one convulsed soul after another, gave expression to Snohomish County’s dark corners.

Shawna Forde, an Everett City Council candidate at the time, warned the gathering about a rising tide of illegal aliens. As The Stranger’s Michael Hood reported, Forde told the crowd, “I’m through with people who don’t belong in my country and who tax my system.” Forde, who ran the local Minutemen American Defense, was through enough that she teamed with a Minuteman cohort, Jason “Gunny” Bush, and murdered an Arizona man and his 9-year old daughter, Brisenia Flores. Today both Bush and Forde sit on Arizona’s death row.

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Seattle church had supported Guantanamo detainee who died

originally published on Crosscut.com

Editor’s note: The Pentagon on Tuesday identified Adnan Latif as the Guantanamo detainee who died in his cell over the weekend. The New York Times has a detailed report here on Latif and the legal decisions that had left him imprisoned. Pete Jackson’s story originally appeared in March 2011.


Guantanamo Bay muddles the American narrative on wartime conduct. Torture and unjust detention are nothing new, but arbitrary, indefinite detention is.

On a Sunday in March, the University of Washington’s Jamie Mayerfeld spoke to congregants from the University Temple United Methodist Church about the case of Adnan Latif, a Guantanamo Bay inmate since 2002. Latif’s detention is one of the more bracing instances of knucklehead injustice, a Guantanamo prison saga that would have roused Kafka or Dario Fo.

The latest WikiLeaks revelations from The New York Times and other papers underline the problems and confusion that have marked the overall Guantanamo operations, including the particular problems for Yemenis like Latif with weak or no ties to terrorism. The newly published documents seem to confirm much of what critics have been saying about the lack of remedies where individuals appear to be wrongly or unnecessarily held.

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Fathoming the fathomless: Colorado shooting

originally published in The Herald

On Friday the tattoo of gunfire in an Aurora, Colo., theater echoed across the American West. Raw, unfettered violence visited upon the innocent. Twelve dead. Fifty-eight injured. How do Americans make sense of the senseless? As Elie Wiesel wrote years ago, “Words, they die on our lips.”

The narrative of James Holmes, the 24-year-old graduate student who opened fire on an audience settling in to watch the latest Batman film, doesn’t bear repeating. An anchorless man with a weapon is a modern archetype. Mass killers are often delusional, living with mental illness. Some are political zealots. As defined by St. Thomas Aquinas, some are simply evil. Pusillanimous, unstable folks brandishing firearms are also as predictable as they are enigmatic. As Snohomish County Prosecuting Attorney Mark Roe noted in an email, “I really wish we could make this Colorado guy anonymous, quit showing his smiling picture, and realize that we are giving him exactly what he wants.”

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Tuesday’s Scan: Costco? Who says we’re from Costco?

originally published on Crosscut.com on May 22, 2012

In Alan J. Pakula’s brilliant film adaptation of Woodward and Bernstein’s All the President’s Men, Bob Woodward, played by Robert Redford, confronts an attorney named Markham during the arraignment of the Watergate burglars. “Markham,” Woodward says. “Mr. Markham, are you here in connection with the Watergate burglary?”  

“I’m not here,” Markham says.  

The scene, emblematic of absurd denials, was replayed in Olympia last week (minus E. Howard Hunt) as a team of Costco attorneys attended a state Supreme Court hearing challenging Initiative 1183, the Costco-underwritten measure that privatizes state liquor sales. Is there a compelling reason for attorneys to act so taciturn and Markham-like?  

“In my experience it’s tradition that after newsworthy oral arguments before the Supreme Court, the lawyers talk with reporters. Sometimes this happens in the chambers. Sometimes out in the foyer. Other times on the steps of the Temple of Justice,” Austin Jenkins writes in the Washington Ledge. “But on Thursday, neither [attorney David] Burman nor anyone from the Costco delegation would speak on the record. In fact, Costco Senior Vice President and Chief Legal Officer Joel Benoliel wouldn’t even identify himself to me. Instead, Benoliel — whom I later identified based on his picture — referred KOMO’s Bryan Johnson and me to the state’s attorney.”   

Wasn’t the whole purpose of I-1183 to de-bureaucratize and facilitate the purchase of hooch by impulsive miscreants like this Scan’s author? In practice,  liquor privatization could evolve into a monopoly, sidelining smaller businesses that hope to cash in. Are there adequate safeguards for little-guy booze peddlers or will they simply need to become more entrepreneurial?   

“After the state’s voters gave big retailers the right to sell liquor starting June 1, at least one chain is invoking a right that elbows out some slim small-store competition,” the Seattle Times Melissa Allison writes. “QFC is enforcing contracts at some of its locations that prohibit private liquor stores from operating in the same shopping centers, according to real-estate brokers involved in two local deals, one in Issaquah and the other in Kirkland. The restrictions, which are legal, are causing some people to scramble for new locations after they won rights in an auction to operate one of the state’s 167 existing liquor stores.”   

Snohomish County Councilmember Brian Sullivan’s mother did not raise a quitter. As the The Herald‘s Jerry Cornfield writes, “Democratic Snohomish County Councilman Brian Sullivan said Monday he’s not giving up on his dream to serve in Congress. He said he will remain a candidate in the special election to serve the final month of U.S. Rep. Jay Inslee’s term even though the field ballooned to 11 people last Friday, including five who want the job well into the future.”

Politics notwithstanding, it would be pretty sweet to witness Sullivan power past the crowded field and emerge triumphant. He or some other non-ambitious (write in PETER H. JACKSON) candidate who wouldn’t attempt to game the system, but rather promote the interests and greater good of the district (PETER H. JACKSON needs health insurance) in a farsighted, nonpartisan manner.  

The Green Moutain Lookout in Washington’s Glacier Peak Wilderness Area may live to see another summer. Sens. Maria Cantwell, Patty Murray, and Rep. Rick Larsen have elbowed U.S. Agriculture Secretary Tom Vilsack to do everthing legally kosher to put the kibosh on the lookout’s destruction. As the Seattlepi.com‘s Joel Connelly writes, “U.S. District Judge John Coughenour, ruling on a suit by Montana-based Wilderness Watch, recently ordered the U.S. Forest Service to remove the lookout.  The Seattle U.S. Attorney’s office has filed a motion to have the ruling remanded to allow the Forest Service to assess whether the historic lookout can remain.” The question revolves around helicopters used to reconstruct the lookout, a clear violation of the U.S. Wilderness Act of 1964. Arguably, someone should get a letter of reprimand from the U.S. Forest Service, but tear down an historic lookout? The remedy doesn’t exactly square with the violation.  

Lastly, if a tsunami comes this way, early warning may be a wee tougher to gauge. As KPLU’Tom Banse reports, “One quarter (12 of 39) of U.S.-operated tsunami warning buoys in the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans are out of service. That includes the two tsunami detection buoys directly off the Pacific Northwest coast. But the warning system has some redundancy built in.” Let’s hope that “redundancy” saves us.  

Crosscut: a Northwest incubator

originally published on Crosscut.com on April 10, 2012

When I was a teen, I was passionate about The New Republic and Mad Magazine (and other things that, to spare my family, will go unmentioned.) I integrated the two and became convinced that humor was one of the more effective ways to animate public ideas (a sentiment magnified during the dolorous Reagan era.) The New Republic, a flimsy magazine that occasionally featured a Vint Lawrence cartoon or two, was an incubator of some of the nation’s more vital policy brainstorms. People in and out of public life read it and debated it, and at times lawmakers enacted legislation in response. It was and is a vivid expression of journalism in the public interest. 

Today Crosscut is a Northwest incubator, a regional lens and a forum to provoke, to question, and to float ideas designed to elevate the public interest. It’s a project that merits your membership and support.

Knitting together the threads of the serious and profane, I quickly gravitated to Crosscut’s elderly cutups (I’m kidding. I truly love their tales of Al Smith and bathtub gin.) In fact, now I’m the oldster (yes, Berit and Zachariah, there really was a President Bush before W.) 

My first Crosscut submission (fasten your seat belts!) highlighted the Northwest roots of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act. Before long I was invited to expound on the question at Boise State’s Frank Church Institute. Since then I’ve scribbled about the need for a no-net-loss of public gathering places in Everett, chided Boeing for its complicity in extraordinary rendition (not too popular, that),  elbowed for the reinstatement of a history column at a Northwest paper (it actually happened) and lamented the plight of a Northwest cartoonist who was targeted by an Islamic extremist. That extremist, Anwar-Al-Awlaki, was subsequently killed in a U.S. drone attack. Q.E.D. (Ed note: Crosscut does not condone assassinating evildoers. Technically.) 

Since August of 2011, I’ve written a weekday news compendium consisting of five Northwest stories that we believe are worth a gander. Midday Scan, conceived by Joe Copeland and David Brewster, is a news capsule with links that go beyond the most popular stories to underline some overlooked public issues that merit particular attention. It’s part of Crosscut’s mission to provide a forum that digs deeper to extend upon and illuminate critical ideas.  

Even when you disagree with some of its (non-Midday Scan) content, I hope Crosscut provides a key public benefit. It’s one of the reasons why I’m a member, and why I encourage you to become an annual Member as well. In the Pacific Northwest, there’s nothing quite like it.  

Tale of 2 Seattles: Obama mixes in very different settings

originally published on Crosscut.com on September 25, 2011

On Sunday a young American president intrepidly withstood the elements of the Pacific Northwest. He traversed a floating bridge like Gen. Patton crossing the Rhine and de-camped to a remote lakeside village, name of Medina. There he sat and listened to the real-world concerns of everyday Northwesterners, most of whom salted away money for a decade to pony up the price of admission ($35,800 a couple.)

Jealous not to be there? Indeed, this writer would have bartered his mother and wife to the Visigoths to attend.  

Thankfully, penurious writers benefit from well-heeled friends (who do you think pays for their meals)? Here’s what I learned from one of the many grateful attendees:  

The Medina shindig was hosted by philanthropist and former Microsoft president Jon Shirley and his spouse, Mary. Despite living in a tiny hamlet, they have quite a spread, including one of the most impressive art collections around (the Shirleys were generous benefactors of the Olympic Sculpture Park). Approximately 80 folks attended, including a handful of children. The tech industry was heavily represented.  

The president ran several minutes late, although no refunds or discounts were in the offing. (The good news: tickets included brunch). Once the president arrived, the photo-ops began. Everyone got their pic with “a very charming, very witty” president. Post-photos, Obama spoke for 20 minutes, underlining the country’s economic challenges in a mostly apolitical “statesmanlike” spiel. Then came a half-hour of Q&A.  

 The questions were relevant, the source said, and somewhat confrontational when it came to the environment. The president has been criticized by the conservation community, for example, for retreating on EPA clean-air regulations.  

The president acknowledged the importance of galvanizing the progressive community, a constituency that has felt marginalized of late. Democrats need to rally and be vigilant, he said. Obama also alluded to the Republican presidential candidates and some of the “frightening” and unreal aspects of their agenda. The source said, “He didn’t say it, but there was an unspoken sense that ‘these folks are nuts.”  

The brunch ended with a teenage girl asking about the role of youth. A spot-on question: President Obama will not get reelected if complacent younger voters sit on their hands in 2012.  

Obama bid adieu, braved Lake Washington again, and headed west to the Paramount Theatre for a less-ritzy fundraiser ($100 for the cheap seats). Facebook lit up. “Kissing babies and telling the truth in Seattle,” one attendee wrote. There, sports legends Lenny Wilkins and Bill Russell made a pitch.

“I need you guys to shake off any doldrums,” the president said near the end of his Paramount address. Unfortunately, President Obama was behind schedule. At this event, alas, there was no time for questions.   

Llew Pritchard and the call for human rights: An assistant Secretary of State speaks at event honoring the Seattle attorney with a long record of fighting for rights and justice while serving on local boards.

originally published on Crosscut.com on September 21, 2011

An assistant Secretary of State speaks at event honoring the Seattle attorney with a long record of fighting for rights and justice while serving on local boards.

There are instances, however rare, when a namesake award and the award recipient so neatly align that one seems a natural extension of the other.

At the Four Seasons on Wednesday (Sept. 21), the Seattle chapter of the American Jewish Committee presented its 2011 Judge Learned Hand Award to Llewelyn “Llew” Pritchard, the distinguished local attorney and civic whirilwind. The late Judge Hand, who served for decades on the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit, was a noted civil libertarian, legal philosopher, and Joe-McCarthy-despising progressive. The Hand-Pritchard parallel is resonant, although Pritchard has always been an independent, get-it-done operator and never served as a judge. The philosophical congruence between the two, coupled with Pritchard’s lifelong commitment to public service, made the award especially sweet.

The advancement and protection of human rights was the defining theme of Wednesday’s event. Michael Posner, the U.S. Assisrant Secretary of State for the Bureau of Democracy, Human Rights and Labor and a human-rights boosting compatriot of Pritchard’s, outlined the Obama Administration’s agenda.

“I read the intelligence reports every day, and I can’t exactly tell you to relax,” Posner said. (Yes, the comment generated nervous laughter). 

Some of the administration’s initiatives are unadorned and obviously consistent with core American values: A policy of “principled engagement” that enshrines religious freedom and human rights, for example. The administration is also focusing on an open Internet and tamping down political interference in cyber space. (Posner acknowledged Microsoft’s Brad Smith, who was in the audience, as a human rights-tech ally). The administration has dedicated $70 million to “Internet freedom,” Posner said, including the training of 5,000 activists on the latest technology. One example: A “panic button” for cell phones that automatically erases an individual’s directory, safeguarding the identities of fellow activisits. 

“Changes occur from within,” Posner said, an implicit nod to elevating civil society while avoiding changes from without. Approximately 50 countries worldwide continue to crack down on nongovernmental organizations, he said. There’s still much work to do.  

When it came his turn to speak, Pritchard was characteristically modest, although quoting from Judge Hand has an immodest effect: It hits like an anchor truth. “The spirit of liberty is the spirit which is not too sure that it is right,” Pritchard said, quoting Hand. Another Hand nugget was cited by Thomas Ehrlich, the former Stanford Law Dean and Hand’s last law clerk: “If we are to keep democracy, there must be a commandment: Thou shalt not ration justice.”  

Llew Pritchard, an indefatigable advocate for the legal rights of immigrants, the poor, and those in the shadows of life, headwinds the sin of rationed justice. Judge Learned Hand would be delighted.    

Water fights: A proud son of Everett swings back at the latest insult, this one about how well Everett’s bottled water lies on the exquisite stomachs of upmarket urban booksellers.

originally published on Crosscut.com on July 28, 2011

On Wednesday one of Crosscut’s elderly editors asked me the distance between Everett and Spada Lake, the source of most of Snohomish County’s water. “It’s about 50 miles,” I said.

The editor paused, fixed in either deep thought or a nano nap. “So, pretty far from all of those pulp mills,” he said.

Please forgive Crosscut’s well-meaning, albeit senescent, nonagenarian editors. They’re still stuck back in college, when they donned raccoon coats and straw boaters and played “Yes, We Have no Bananas” on the ukulele. They recall hopping the Interurban up to Everett for speakeasy gin. Now Everett is simply that blue-collar speck “up there,” drive-through country on the way to the Vancouver Four Seasons. Sigh.

Among Seattle plutocrats, Everett remains a “hey, my contractor lives there!” place. The inference is clear: Some of my best roofers are Everettites, I just don’t want my daughter to marry one.

My Spada Lake exchange was in response to Peter Miller’s entertaining Crosscut blog. Miller, a renowned Seattle bookseller, links his stomach discomfort with drinking purified Everett tap water from Spada Lake.

Alas, the otherwise brilliant Miller lost me with his pusillanimous first sentence: “There is a bravery to eating and drinking what is put in front of you, a thankfulness and can-do spirit.” Hmmm. A bravery and can-do spirit to eating and drinking what’s put in front of you? Pray tell who is providing said food and drink, and where do I sign up? Not since Marie Antoinette’s “let them eat cake” have such un-Everett sentiments been expressed.

Make no mistake: No one in Everett has ever had a problem eating what’s put in front of them and, just as relevant, no one has ever experienced a stomach ache. I repeat: Never. Whether drinking Spada Lake water or, more commonly, Jack Daniels, discomfort is not an option.

Miller’s dyspeptic message is best captured in the hypothetical headline: “Seattle Bookseller Gets a Tummy Ache from Drinking God-purified Water.” Instead an unnamed editor (let’s assign him/her a random pseudonym, “David Brewster”) titled it “Think Before you Drink.” Oh the humanity.

Can a clash of perspectives be reduced to a brand catchphrase? No, but let’s do it anyway: Per Olympia beer, “It’s the Water.”

‘Today, we are all Norwegian’: Reflections on political terror and the Scandinavian experience in the Northwest.

originally published on Crosscut.com on July 25, 2011

A Facebook post has become an anthem of the chin-scratching class from Beijing to Ballard: I dag er vi alle Norske. “Today, we are all Norwegian.”

The scale of Anders Behring Breivik’s political terror is extraordinary. Even among Lutheran existentialists, violence is not suppose to be visited upon the innocent, and God is never so jarringly absent.

For Norwegian Americans, expressions of solidarity kindle feelings of both grief and ethnic hubris. Really, we are all Norwegian? We all rank first on the Human Development Index and produce above-average children? Oh, you wish you were Norwegian.

Scandinavian immigrants changed the cultural landscape of the Northwest, transplanting a tradition of political progressivism, fair play, and trade unionism. There might even be a link, however tenuous, between Norse immigrants and the Northwest’s appetite for clean, ponderous, process-heavy government. For a time, along with Swedes and Germans, Norwegians were the vanguard of Washington’s post-colonial settlers. The Norse were weaned and influenced by the Jante Law, a sense not that everyone is equal per se, just that no one is better than anyone else. Suck it up. Don’t be a braggart and accept life on life’s terms.

My paternal grandparents were part of the great Norwegian diaspora which, unlike other ethnic dispersals, never quite made sense. There was no political or economic disaster to flee. My grandparents received the promotional brochures brandishing the American West, and they bit. They discovered a near-identical climate and a land that blended nature with labor. After a time, they happened upon Our Savior’s Lutheran Church in Everett and the stolid Rev. Karl Norgaard, who conducted his sermons in Norwegian. For them, the Pacific Northwest was Norway, only more so.

Like the Irish, the Chinese, the Italians, and other immigrant communities, Norwegian-Americans have an emotive link to their ancestral home. That’s why the ripples from Anders Behring Breivik’s terror radiate with such force.

As a child I devoured Claire Sterling’s book, The Terror Network. Sterling was able to document the vast organizational web that knit together the IRA, the PLO, Germany’s Baader-Meinhof gang, Italy’s Red Brigades, and other disparate 1970s-era radical groups. Commandos trained together and learned the fundamentals of asymmetrical warfare. Here’s how to manufacture a car bomb. Here’s how to hijack a commercial airliner.

In the aftermath of 9/11, Sterling’s book reminded me of the difference between mass political violence — of violence with an ideological agenda, which 9/11 was — and the violence of a lone, apolitical actor. It’s one of the reasons why the expression “The War on Terror” makes as little sense as “The War on Fertilizer Bombs.”

In brief, Anders Behring Breivik’s mass shooting and bombing represent xenophobic political violence. Breivik had a strategic and instrumental purpose: To foster panic and to murder future leaders of Norway’s Labor party. Period. The “madman” explanation is a cop out.

Books such as Ian Buruma’s Murder in Amsterdam regarding Theo van Gogh’s killing illustrate how Scandinavia and Northern Europe are riven by ethnic and sectarian tensions. Breivik stands on the unsteady shoulders of Pim Fortuyn, Vidkun Quisling, and other master-race reactionaries. If there’s an American analog to Breivik it’s Nidal Malik Hasan, the Fort Hood shooter. So forget the riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma version. Political violence is what it is: it has the power to inflame, diminish, or unite a people.

Here’s the takeaway: Breivik does not appear to be a mentally ill rebel without a cause. He is a political actor with a political agenda committed to mass political violence. It’s a horror narrative that would have repelled Sweden’s Igmar Bergman, who in his films explored God’s silence and the mystery of death. No, this is Costa-Gavras territory, an admixture of violence and politics and society.

Americans understand both narratives. Today, we are all Norwegian. We always were.