A Modern Adaptation…

World leaders, especially our own, should have heeded Bill Gates’ warning. In a 2015 TED Talk he told the audience “if anything kills over 10 million people in the next few decades, it’s most likely to be a highly infectious virus rather than a war. Not missiles, but microbes.”

He was right, of course, and had it not been for that virus I might never have spent five days watching a thoroughly modern adaptation of Prokofiev’s ballet of Romeo et Juliette and ruminating over its contemporary application.

Like other arts organizations, Pacific Northwest Ballet (PNB) was prevented from having live performances and a normal season. Instead, it’s struggling to survive with a virtual one. M and I renewed our subscription, but our expectations were low. We renewed to support the company through these tough times. 

Romeo et Juliette, was the first of PNB’s 2021 digital stage programs. It’s definitely not your mother’s Romeo and Juliet (or Shakespeare’s). This adaptation is the creation of Jean-Christophe Maillot, choreographer and director of Les Ballets de Monte Carlo, one of the most innovative dance companies on the planet. Maillot’s version tells the story from Friar Laurence’s conflicted point of view as the lovers’ facilitator. All of this on a minimalist stage.

The first time I saw Prokofiev’s ballet it was with Kenneth MacMillan’s choreography starring Rudolf Nureyev and Dame Margot Fonteyn. He was 29. She was 48, but emerging stage right from the wings of the San Francisco Opera House she was the teenaged Juliet. Unforgettable.

The story, one of Shakespeare’s best known and most accessible, has inspired many other artists in different genres. Tchaikovsky composed a symphonic version (excerpts often used for ballet). Prokofiev wrote the 2-hour score for ballet. Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim, and Jerome Robbins created the musical theater version as West Side Story, and according to Goodreads more than 103 novels have been written based it. This fall Steven Spielberg plans to release an updated film version of West Side Story with Tony Kushner as screenwriter and two young unknown actors in the title roles. 

Romeo and Juliet in all its iterations is a high art. It’s a touching romance, but its core is tragedy. It’s about a turf war in Verona or in later versions on New York’s West Side. Warring factions, provocateurs, racial strife, murder, family conflict, secrets and denials, potent drugs, duplicity, with an ineffectual priest acting as facilitator. 

Good art is always thought provoking, especially Shakespeare’s, and as I watched the drama unfold with the heartbreaking beauty of Noemie Pantastico and James Moore’s dancing I thought about the recent assault on our nation’s Capitol and the catastrophic division it revealed.

It may seem a stretch but, like the play/ballet, there were provocateurs inciting the riot (Trump, Giuliani, Congressman Mo Brooks) and warring factions (Proud Boys and Capitol Police), death and destruction. But they were not foreign adversaries. They were our countrymen.

Like the play there was murder, duplicity, and racial strife in abundance. The basis of both stories is an unwillingness to deal with the truth. Failure to respect and tolerate differences led to death and destruction in both. Until recently, we liked to think of America as a civilized society with safeguards in place to keep it so.

But, just as a malevolent Mercutio taunted and provoked Tybalt and drew Romeo into a conflict he didn’t want to be part of, so Trump taunted and inflamed his followers and created a frenzied murderous mob then stepped aside and let them do his dirty work.

Mercutio dies because Tybalt’s pride is challenged. Tybalt dies to avenge Mercutio’s death. Romeo dies because the message about Juliet’s slumber is delayed. Juliet dies of grief. Officer Sicknick died because the police reinforcements/National Guard are withheld. Ashli Babbitt is shot and killed because she mistakenly believes Trump’s lie about a stolen election.

We mourn the deaths of the young “star-crossed” lovers. They’ve tapped into our humanity and touched our emotional core. Their deaths may even have brought the warring families together in their grief. This is a romantic tragedy not a real one.

The insurrection on January 6th was a real tragedy. On that day, the day Congress was set to certify the presidential election, an aggrieved would-be despot having exhausted all legal remedies to overturn that election and desperate to hang on to power invited thousands of his followers to the Ellipse, near the White House for a Save America Rally. Refusing to concede the election and having fed them lies and disinformation for months, he and his posse incited the raucous crowd to storm the Capitol then stepped aside and let them do his dirty work.

They overwhelmed the police line, trashed and ransacked the American Capitol. Six people died. 140 police officers were injured, Senators and Representatives barely escaped, cowering in closets and undisclosed locations in the capitol complex. The election certification was disrupted for more than 8 hours. It was a violent attempted coup d’etat. It was unsuccessful but revealed the fragility of our democracy.

The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet ends with these lines:

A glooming peace this morning with it brings,

The sun for sorrow will not show its head.

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things,

Some shall be pardoned and some punished.

For never was a story of more woe

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Maybe not, but the insurrection on January 6, 2021 may be “of more woe.”

Politics and Friendship…

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni is a man of few words. He is the boyfriend of Mme. Precious Ramotswe, the title character in Alexander McCall Smith’s literary series The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency. A car mechanic by trade, Mr. Matekoni is a simple man – wise and laconic. When asked to explain something, he often responds with “I have no more words,” a phrase I sometimes use when M and I are in the midst of a heated discussion.

Today, I’m speechless as I watch our newly inaugurated president fight to restore order to a country reeling from an assault on its capitol while addressing the need to vaccinate the entire population against a killer virus, repair the damage to our place in the international community and deal with long lines at food banks, police brutality, immigration crises and racial division. I, literally, have no more words.

After the 2016 presidential election an old friend chided me with the phrase “Elections have consequences.” I wanted to be reasonable and told him I knew that was true but hoped conservative Republicans could have found a smarter, better informed candidate. I knew the one that had been elected was going to be trouble but had no idea how much trouble.

Over the four Trump years, my friend’s politics seemed to move in lockstep with the administration’s. After the 2020 election, I reminded him that “Elections have consequences” but now his response has a harder edge. He disputes Joe Biden’s election victory. He hates Obama. He hates Hillary. He hates and fears socialism. He wants the old America… the one he grew up in.

The funny thing is, he and I grew up in exactly the same America. We both were raised in Seattle. We went to public schools. He graduated from Cleveland High. I went to Roosevelt. He went to Whitworth University in Spokane. I went to the University of Washington in Seattle. We played tennis on public courts, skied in the Cascades, both became Naval aviators, and flew commercially for Pan Am. Both families were solidly middle class.

How did our political perspectives end up so far apart? I have no words to explain it.

Is he still a friend? He is. We might not ever get together again. He lives in Carmel and I’m in Seattle, but we still email and Facebook occasionally. I like him personally but wonder where his politics came from. I don’t agree that people can’t remain friends because of political differences. After all, if George and Kellyanne Conway can stay married, surely two old pilots can maintain their friendship. We might not if we burrow in and don’t let go of our differences. We can still joke about our politics but need to keep it light. I know we could bridge our differences if we could just make a couple of powder runs together or play some tennis. We were both pretty good back in the day.

Here’s the moral vector of this story; it’s likely we will both die in the next ten years, and I don’t want any lingering resentments as that day approaches. He and I both have strong opinions about how government should work and the people we think it should serve. So did John Adams and Thomas Jefferson. they too had major differences and after a long period of not speaking to each other reconciled and resumed their friendship. They died within five hours of one another on July 4, 1826 – exactly 50 years after signing the Declaration of Independence. That’s how I’d like it to be with my old friend too. Given the current state of the nation, I think it’s best to defer to Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni… I have no more words.

A Different Ending…

You can’t make it up. Or…maybe you can. A TV celebrity with a reputation for infidelity plays at being POTUS, the President of the United States? What could go wrong with casting like this? Could it possibly have a happy ending? Suspend your disbelief for a New York minute.

After a successful state dinner with the French president and his wife, but with his teenage child living in the White House, he pursues a woman, not his wife. They have sex. Headlines in all the papers. He refuses to comment. The press camps out at her apartment hoping to get a statement.

All the while, he’s running for re-election. His numbers are tanking. The vultures are circling. He’s tangling with the press, still refuses to comment, screws up a crime bill, fights with gun control activists and the fossil fuel lobby. His staff scrambles to save his presidency. Sound familiar? How could it possibly end happily? He loses. Right?

Wrong! President Andrew Shepherd and Sydney Ellen Wade live happily ever after. 

This is the storyline of The American President, the 1995 Michael Douglas, Annette Bening film. The happy ending is the result of a Shepherd epiphany i.e., a sausage making compromise for the sake of a political win may end up costing you your soul and the things you really value. It’s a love story. Watch it. It may restore your faith in the goodness of humanity—maybe even the American presidency.

I watched it last night, a calming soporific after seeing the spineless Republicans vote not to impeach Donald Trump for inciting the assault on the Capitol Building and ransacking the House and Senate chambers. It made me want to live in Andrew Shepherd’s world not the one inhabited by Ted Cruz, Josh Hawley, Jim Jordan, and Marjorie Taylor Greene. 

The irony here, is what goes around comes around. It turns out Ted Cruz stole a line from The American President when Trump insulted his wife, Heidi, in 2016. In the film, President Shepherd tells his political rival, played by Richard Dreyfuss, “You want a character debate, Bob? You better stick with me, ’cause Sydney Ellen Wade is way out of your league.” That’s almost the exact language Cruz used to defend his wife’s honor when Trump derided her looks. Apparently, Ted’s grievance and Heidi’s ego have been salved. Ted is center stage, where he’s always wanted to be, defending The Donald’s big lie of a stolen election. He’s all in now and prostituting himself in the second impeachment. 

It isn’t surprising that The American President and The West Wing (now streaming on Netflix) are having a big resurgence in popularity. We want to see a functional government, but the Trump hangover is lingering. We want to see and hear a real president in charge. I suggest Aaron Sorkin, the author of both The American President and The West Wing be installed in the West Wing and write the script for President Biden. His lines are crisp, witty, and memorable. We know Joe is a capable Commander in Chief, but it would be the cherry on top if we could hear four more seasons of Sorkin dialogue.

Art, Artifice or Pageantry?

Donald Trump’s disdain for “fake news” is legendary as is his love of pageantry. At this very moment, with Covid-19 ravaging the country, Washington under martial law, and Visigoths planning a second takeover of the U.S. Capitol, The Donald is busy working out the details of his departure pageant – Air Force One, red carpet, honor guard, military flyover, 21-gun salute, and a final pass over the White House on his way to Mar a Lago.

Nero fiddled, Donald fidgets. 

We know about his creepy interest in Miss Teen USA, Miss Universe, and military pageants, but his affection for fake art is less well known. Trump Tower, Mar a Lago, and Bedminster are full of it. You’d think the son of a wealthy New York real estate investor, with an Ivy League diploma, who’d spent most of his adult life in Manhattan would have a nodding acquaintance with the real thing, but from the faux-gold chandeliers and fake Renoir in his Trump Tower apartment to the forged Time Magazine covers of himself at Bedminster, The Donald has shown us his love of fakery. 

Trump’s copy of Renoir’s Two Sisters

Ever since The Man Who Would Be King and his would-be Queen rode the Trump Tower escalator down to announce his run for the presidency, I’ve wondered why his interest in art was be limited to The Art of the Deal. How could he be so clueless? How is it a New Yorker with an Ivy education and huge family inheritance, have so little interest in art, music, dance, or theater?

The exception of note might be when, during the visit to France, early in his tenure, he goniffed a portrait of Benjamin Franklin and two figurines from the U.S. ambassador’s residence to take home. Alas, they were fakes too. Maybe it was the temptation to take something that wasn’t his or simply the fact that he could do it. I hope the permanent staff at the White House is locking everything down until he slithers off to Mar a Lago on Wednesday? 

But, back to the arts; this all came to mind when I reviewed the list of honorees to be celebrated at the Kennedy Center Honors this year – Midori, Debbie Allen, Joan Baez, Garth Brooks, and Dick Van Dyke. Odds are he despises Baez, barely knows Brooks is country, remembers Van Dyke from black and white TV, and hasn’t a clue who Allen or Midori are. 

In his four years in DC, he’s never attended the Kennedy Center event although it’s honored distinguished Americans, as diverse as Michael Tilson Thomas, Cher, Phillip Glass, Linda Ronstadt, Norman Lear, and Lin-Manuel Miranda during his term. Add to it that the Trumps hosted only three state dinners in four years and only one, the French President and his wife, included entertainment other than the Marine Corps Band.

Contrast that with memories of the Kennedy’s hosting Pablo Casals, the American Ballet Theater dancers and Metropolitan Opera stars at the White House, a tradition that was carried forward by LBJ, Nixon, Ford, Reagan, and the Bushes with jazz artists like Dizzy Gillespie, Sarah Vaughan, and Duke Ellington, dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov, opera diva Leontyne Price and country artists Dolly Parton and Willie Nelson. Arts in the White House expanded greatly under the Obamas with a mix of entertainers ranging from Stevie Wonder to Misty Copeland, James Taylor, Al Green, Common, and that iconic preview of the Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda.

It’s easy to be critical of Donald Trump. He’s a case of arrested development. Whether that’s nature or nurture I can’t say, but his education, advantages and innate curiosity should have exposed him to the broadening experience that art provides.

“The function of art, Aristotle told us, is catharsis. You go to the theater, you listen to a symphony, you look at a painting, you watch a ballet. You laugh. You cry. You feel pity, fear. You see in others’ lives a reflection of your own. And, the catharsis comes: a cleansing, a clarity, a feeling of relief and understanding that you carry with you out of the theater or concert hall. Art, music, drama—here is a point worth recalling in a pandemic—are instruments of psychic and social health.” (Jason Farago, New York Times, Sunday, January 17, 2021)

This print, called The Republican Club, by Andy Thomas of Carthage, Missouri was recommended to Mr. Trump by Rep. Darrell Issa of California for its flattering portrayal of the president. Like other portraits of himself (purchased with Trump Foundation funds) it will hang prominently in the White House—until Wednesday, January 20, 2021 at 12:01pm.

Footnote: America’s investment in the arts is insignificant when compared with other developed countries. In 2000, Germany spent 1.79% of all final government expenditures on the arts, translating to $8 per person—more than 14 times greater than per capita U.S. spending. (www.arts.gov)

A Lesson in Freedom…

Following last week’s assault on the US Capitol, CNN released this video of sequestered Republicans refusing to accept or wear masks offered by Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi. At the time, the room was occupied by close to 100 members hiding from the insurrectionists. Less than a week later, at least four people in that room, including a 75-year-old cancer survivor, tested positive for Covid-19.

In an Op-Ed last week, New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof wrote, “Refusing to wear a mask is no more a “personal choice” than is drinking all evening and then stumbling into your car and heading down the road. In a time of plague, shunning a face mask is like driving drunk, putting everyone in your path in danger.”

Georgia Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene, the blond woman snickering at the Speaker’s offer, believes mask mandates are an infringement on her personal freedom. I want to introduce her to a friend of mine who could teach her a lesson about freedom.

This is, D (name withheld for privacy reasons), a friend of mine who is married to a Navy pilot colleague. D was born, raised, and educated in the DDR (Deutsche Demokratische Republik), East Germany. In the 1970s she was an orthodontist–part of the professional class–in that totalitarian state, but she dreamed of freiheit/freedom.

She’d likely teach Rep. Greene how it feels when the government owns your freedom and it’s dangerous to express your opinion and you can’t travel freely. She’d probably ask Ms. Greene about images she’s seen of immigrants and their children in cages on the Texas border, about why CBP incarcerates people whose only crime was seeking freedom from dangerous and repressive governments in Central America. She’d probably point out that’s the kind of thing authoritarian governments do.

But her own story is like something out of a Len Deighton or John LeCarre’ spy thriller. The Berlin Wall was nearly 12 feet high and approximately 27 miles long, with 302 guard towers and 55,000 anti-personnel explosive devices (landmines) buried in the “Death Strip.” She was hemmed in by the Wall and needed a creative plan to escape – to cross over to freedom.

It began with scuba lessons in Berlin and plans to vacation at Hungarian and Black Sea resorts. For two years she did just that, but in year three she arrived in Hungary with her scuba gear in a duffle, but instead of heading to a dive resort she traveled up the Danube River to a spot across from Austria.

The geography is complicated. Hungary, Austria, and Slovakia converge near Bratislava. Hungary and Slovakia were satellite states of the USSR but Austria was beyond its reach. Her plan was to swim to Austria and freedom in the West. It was the culmination of her three year plan. She didn’t hesitate but waded into the river, swimming beneath its surface, calculating the distance and strength of the current until she reached the other side. If everything went right, she would be in Austria. If not she would be in serious trouble.

Yes, it was Austria. She had made it to freedom, but it meant leaving her family behind. She would not be allowed to visit East Germany and family members could not cross over to West Berlin until the Wall came down in 1989.

After her escape to the West, D built a successful orthodontic practice in West Berlin. Her fairy tale (although she wouldn’t describe it as such) took another positive turn when a French friend of mine brought her to my apartment. He met her while she was on vacation in Spain and wanted me to meet her. Another guest that night was my Navy pilot pal and when my French friend returned to Spain, he and D started a relationship that’s turned into a 35-year marriage.

So…with all due respect Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene, you don’t know squat about freedom. You enjoy all the freedoms guaranteed by the US Constitution. Stop snickering, grow up, put a mask on (not this one) and do your job. My friend D is appalled by your behavior. She knows the price of freedom. I hope you don’t have to find it out in the same painful way.