The title of today’s Red Emma post is the name of a favorite Loudon Wainwright song. You should hear it. Maybe Chunk or Rebel Girl can teach me how to link to songs on this here blog.
Because I didn’t want to risk getting too happy about today’s walk-out, strike, picket line and joyous labor demonstrations at UC Irvine, I purposely tuned in — as I occasionally do to make sure that I stay with the equilibrium of constant anger and predictable disappointment — to the odious “Frank Pastore Show” on right-wing religious radio station and all-purpose huckster headquarters KKLA 99.5 FM. The silly topic was Frank’s usual fare, this time about how the answer to too much pernicious premarital sex among Christians, especially young men and women (go figure) was to revisit the marriage trend. Stay with it. Here it comes: Frank, brilliant thinker that he is, suggested that, yes, Christians just get married earlier so that, you know, they can make the beast with two backs in the perfect sight of Yahweh.
Perfect, indeed, and I was almost where I need to be, recalibration-wise. I waited for the other shoe to drop, because of course he’d have to bring up dowries and old men buying young girls and marriage as a vehicle of tribal property ownership, right? But soon arrived an advertisement — these always better than the show itself — and, reliably, I got my necessary dose of sobering real-life socio-existential realignment. Frank invited all of us listeners to a “prison ministries” event featuring felon (“obstruction of justice”) and shitbag Chuck Colson, Nixon’s hatchet man. The event is co-sponsored by, yes, just what I was waiting for, Christian Lawyers of America. That did it. Those four words, and I was fine again. Suddenly all was back where it needed to be, everything right (wing) with the world, and so I switched over to public radio KPCC just in time to hear Adolfo Guzman-Lopez’s reporting from the events at UCI.
Now I felt better. And by that I mean worse. Hooray.
Disorientation
At the rally between the flag poles (California Bear Republic, Stars and Stripes) on the steps adjacent the Chancellor’s rose garden, I was thrilled to distribute buttons and union literature and pass around to friends and colleagues, political comrades and a few students brand-new copies of the Radical Student Union’s (RSU) nifty anti-manual, the UCI Disorientation Guide. And, yes, friends, there is now a Radical Student Union at UC Irvine. This is to my knowledge the first such guide available on campus, and certainly the first radical anything in some time. You should get a copy. It’s fun.
I was also thrilled that so many students, faculty, staff turned out to support the UPTE strike. I was thrilled that the UPTE strikers marched around and yelled. I was thrilled that my own Lecturers and Librarians unit was well-represented in our spokesperson, who offered a righteous piece. Maybe I am easily thrilled. (See above, for regular antidote to unwelcome thrillingness.)
More Disorientation
Anyway, I chatted briefly with Law School Dean Erwin the C. He took a union button and continued being surrounded by young, handsome, smart, apparently progressive first-year young women and men law students at the new law school that Bren built. I reminded all of them to attend next week’s American Library Association Banned Books Week “Read-Out” at the Student Center Terrace. The rally started. The nut started yelling. There is a mentally ill man who shows up for every event I seem to have something to do with. Maybe we should agree, for everybody’s sake. I, Red Emma, will cease organizing events if you, Crazy Dude, will not come to them. I am not sure if he is even a student. Today he stood and shouted “No unions,” which is a weird thing to yell at a bunch of people in unions except that he wasn’t making a statement about their existence but, naturally, against their existence. Everybody knows this because he also yelled, helpfully, “Cut taxes,” so that maybe he was less insane than just your average Libertarian Fox News-loving OC Republican. Same thing, right? Ha, ha.
The Actual Rally
I missed most of it, as I had to run to class at 12:15. Reports from others attending suggest the numbers swelled to seven or eight hundred. On my way down Ring Road I counted at least five different so-called Christian groups, everything from Campus Crusade to Christian Koreans. I am an asshole, so I stopped and gave them all fliers for Banned Books Week “Read-Out.” I stopped, briefly, at a fraternity booth, all the young men dressed in their matching t-shirts and standing in front of the scary letters with their arms crossed as, a hundred yards away, actual real life was occurring. Did I mention I am an asshole? I went up to each of them and asked if their fraternity, Hubba Bubba Rubba if I read it right, would be interested in endorsing the event and would they consider reading out loud from one of the historically banned, censored, challenged books, say, The Catcher in the Rye or Beloved?
I think it was the great, late Utah Phillips, activist and Golden Voice of the Great Southwest who said, famously, “You’ve got to mess with people.”
In today’s paper Gary Robbins of the Register so underestimates the size of the crowd today — who was marching, and who they were — that I suspect he might have been at an altogether different event, perhaps the rally by Hubba Bubba Rubba and the other “Greeks” in favor of intellectual freedom, civic literacy and mutual aid. - RE
(photo by Adolfo Guzman-Lopez of KPCC)
2 comments:
Good read, Red. I'm supposing that the frat boys declined your offer, and in general eschewed the idea of books in general. I hope I'm wrong.
A very good read, indeed, RE. Thanks for excellent laughs at your colorful report. I, too, hope that the frat boys didn't act like--well, frat boys. How I'd love to have witnessed that moment.
MAH
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