Showing posts with label Saul Alinsky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saul Alinsky. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

While I was Away ...

Stuff I would have blogged about, had I been blogging last week:

Charles Tilly: the distinguished sociologist who died at 78 said he never held office in a professional association, never chaired a department, never got chosen for a jury (link). Hey, that’s me to the life! Okay granted, I never wrote 51 books, either…

The awfulness in Upper Austria: the last thing I want to do is to seem to be flippant about the irredeemably dreadful story of the guy who kept his daughter in the basement as his sex slave—and of how this is kind of the second time this sort of thing has happened lately, in the same neighborhood. But just a brief two cents’ worth: could it be the architecture? I mean—how many houses do you know of where they even have a basement where you could hide somebody that long and that well? Where they even have a basement?

The Rev. Wright (aka, Senator, you’re no Jack Kennedy): I really haven’t caught much of his act, but from what little I hear/see, I’d say he is smart and entertaining in a Rush Limbaugh sort of way. My concern is not that Obama hangs out with him—as a listless nonbeliever, I have to forgive worse nonsense than Rev. Wright, almost every day. My concern is that Obama should not have been blindsided by this: it’s one more proof (there have been too many) that this truly attractive human being may just lack the killer instinct.

Historical footnote to the above: I used to know a guy who trained urban organizers for the Saul Alinsky community development movement. One thing about these black preachers (he said), they never let you see their mailing list. They may cooperate with you, and they may do you a lot of good. But they have their own agenda and they know they are going to be there when you’re gone. Obama should have known that, too.

Best blog entry of the week: James Fallows, on why Bill Gates never learned the truth about Clippy (link).

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

M. Gandhi, Meet S. Alinsky

Okay, call me inconsistent. But just as I’ve always nurtured a soft spot for Jeanne Kirkpatrick (link), I cherish fond memories of the late Saul Alinsky. Alinsky was a cheerful and mischievous radical, often as successful as Gandhi in deploying guile and ingenuity to turn power against itself. When Alinsky wanted to tie up a courthouse, for example, he would send his platoons into the public toilets—peaceful and orderly, but absolutely certain to, ahem, disrupt the ordinary life of the institution. Not exactly a sit-in, but close.

In the Alinsky vein, back in the 60s, there were a bunch of Dutch anarchists who succeeded in getting themselves busted for passing out blank leaflets—“blank” being the essence of anarchism because it permitted you to write your own protest. The same bunch undertook to leave all their bicycles unlocked so as to contribute them to the common fund (these days, they would just be stolen by furriners, but let that pass). Anyway, when the city council passed an ordinance forbidding unlocked bikes, the anarchists yielded and put on locks—all configured for the same key (and then they gave away the keys).

And now this: the zero rupee note.