I got weepy when they showed JFK talking about going to the moon. Got weepy at the end, too, but in a good way. Women took us into space. Go us!
It was fortunate I was at a smaller march though, because my back injury from December was not happy with all that standing around. So I ducked out early and walked out to where it was easier to navigate. Rested up and went to a chamber music concert that celebrated the three Itzig sisters who preserved much of the Bach family music. Here is a link to the awesome story! newsletter.tempestadimare.org/ We thought it was the perfect concert for a woman's march!
I still like the British version better (loved Nadia!), and I thought that last year's American show was unwatchable. Tried, and only made it through one episode. But this year they seem to have gotten the whole "nice" thing better. A couple of people had to leave for personal/health reasons, which happens. I would have liked to see what they did, but overall, I liked it.
I don't think the challenges are quite as hard, though. They are going to have to work on that!
When movie and TV people spoke out against Voldemort at the Golden Globes, I am sure there are people who said, "entitled coastal elites" and dismissed them out of hand. But everyone in that room was aware of the McCarthy hearings and the many people in the industry whose lives were destroyed not because they were communists, but because Joe McCarthy had a thing for movie stars and it was a way to make them come to him. And they know that McCarthy's lawyer was Voldemort's mentor.
House UnAmerican Activities Hearings, of course, are a circus. While destroying lives for the fun of it, they pull attention from the other awful things the government slips under the radar of a celebrity-obsessed press.
So those people put themselves on the line, on international TV, knowing all those things. People with huge careers, who maybe can afford to take the hit, drew the fire. People who maybe couldn't afford the hit, but couldn't afford to let things go down unchallenged, drew the fire. Becaue the last time, people let the threat silence them. It appears that this time they will not go down without a fight.
In the meantime, the season is in full swing. Saw Eschenbach conducting Britten and Shostakovich on Friday, and then home for Amahl and the night visitor, a very short opera for children written by Gian Carlo Menotti. I remembered many of the songs from my childhood--"mother, come with me. I want to be sure that you see what I see!"
I love the food--hot dogs and burgers and fresh from the farm corn and watermelon and ice cream, and Rita's water ice when the afternoon is really, really hot. I kinda like the heat, too. I love the noise and the color and I get all misty eyed and sing "God Bless America" at the top of my lungs along with the rest of the crowd, even though I'd argue that exceptionalism is counter productive 51 weeks of the year and they haven't convinced me about God either.
Independence Hall, where it all happened, is kind of small as official buildings go . When you walk past it day to day, you can't help being aware of how powerful an idea on a piece of paper written behind those doors became, and how fragile it all is--ideas are like that.
God bless America. Please.
edited for typos!
Here is a clip from youtube. The funny building with the purple swish is the Wilma Theater, where Ballet X performs. I was standing across the street, in front of the Mirriam.