50 years ago today my father @DanielEllsberg began taking volumes of the Top Secret history of the Vietnam War (the Pentagon Papers) from his safe at the RAND Corporation to photocopy on a friend’s xerox machine.
He acted in the hope that revealing this history of lies might help end the war. He was particularly inspired by his reading of Gandhi about the power of Truth. He described his motivations for me, and shared the books he had been reading by Gandhi, Thoreau, M.L. King.
Later that week, at the Brentwood Country Mart, he asked me if I would help. Not that he needed my help (I was 13)—but he wanted me to see that there were times when one might be called to pay a price for the cause of peace. And this might be his legacy for me and my sister.
Two years later the Papers appeared in the press. He was arrested and faced a possible 115 years in prison. To a reporter who asked if he wasn’t afraid of going to prison, he said, “Wouldn’t you go to prison if it would help end this war?”
What did I learn? My father’s witness was inspired by others—especially young draft resisters. I learned the power of moral witness. It inspired me to spend my life telling the stories of saints, prophets, and witnesses. I learned that one lamp lights another.
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A beautiful tribute to artist John August Swanson by Cecilia Gonzalez-Andrieu: a life dedicated to art, faith and justice americamagazine.org/arts-culture/2… My full comments fellow below:
John August Swanson drew on many currents and styles of art, but for all the complexity and symbolic depth of his work, it has always seemed that his natural audience was children--and those who retain the ability to see with the eyes of a child. . .
His work is for those who know how to see with their hearts, to be surprised and delighted, those who have not lost the spirit of play. John sees God at play in creation, in the dreamscape of a starry firmament, in the stories of Jesus and the people of God, . ..
“Now It Can Be Told” runs the headline on a breathless @nytimes story of how Neal Sheehan got the Pentagon Papers from my father @DanielEllsberg. Sheehan wanted to counter the usual (accurate) narrative that my father gave the papers to the Times. . . nytimes.com/2021/01/07/us/…
2/ whereas (as he relates in an interview held for publication after his death) by the time my father gave him a full set of the Papers in April 1971 Sheehan had already secretly made his own copy (my father having given him full access in March).
3/ In fact my father already told this story in his 2002 memoir SECRETS. There he relates the reason why he initially told Sheehan he could review the papers but not have or make a copy without some assurance that the Times was interested in pursuing the story. While Sheehan
Feast of St Joseph Pignatelli (d 1811) “second founder” of the Society of Jesus. He was among the Spanish #Jesuits roused by soldiers after midnight on 4/2/1767 to learn that all Jesuits were to be expelled from Spain. The same had occurred in Portugal and later France.
The total suppression of the Society followed in 1769 when Pope Clement XIV, under pressure from Bourbon princes, disbanded the Society. At once 23,000 Jesuit priests were dispensed from their religious vows. There was an anomaly. The decree had to be delivered to each community.
Empress Catherine the Great refused to allow bishops in White Russia to deliver the brief. Thus, in this corner of Europe the Jesuits survived. Pignatelli received permission to affiliate with this province. Thus, without setting foot in Russia he became the only Jesuit in Italy.
1. This marks the 400th posting of #TolstoysTalesofTrump! Learning that even my own father @DanielEllsberg was mystified by this saga, perhaps some explanation is in order. First: These are not actually written by Tolstoy (1828-1910), who did not live to see the rise of Twitter.
2. The conceit of this series was to imagine a commentary on the age of Trump by transposing him into the world of Tolstoy’s “moral tales”—the world of vain and corrupt landowners, petty aristocrats, and capricious masters who mistake servility and fear for real love.
3. Others have much better explored the psychopathology of the president (@yourauntemma@gtconway3d@MaryLTrump). Instead of simply noting that “Trump is a lying amoral narcissist,” I would reflect on our time thru the story of the master of a 19th cen Russian estate.
Dorothy Day on the dropping of the atomic bomb: “Mr Truman was jubilant. True man; what a strange name, come to think of it. We refer to Jesus Christ as true God and true Man. Truman is a true man of his time in that he was jubilant. He was not a son of a God, brother...
2/ of Christ, brother of the Japanese, jubilating as he did. He went from table to table on the cruiser which was bringing him home from the Big 3 conference, telling the great news; “jubilant” the newspapers said. Jubulate Deo. We have killed 318,000 Japanese. That is, ...
3/ we hope we have killed them...The effect is hoped for, not known. It is to be hoped they are vaporized, our Japanese brothers, scattered, men, women, and babies, to the four winds, over the seven seas....President Truman was jubilant. ...
In Jan 1967, Dorothy Day, disturbed by Cardinal Spellman's support for the Vietnam War, published an article: "In Peace Is my Bitterness Most Bitter." "It is not just Vietnam, it is South Africa, it is Nigeria, the Congo, Indonesia, all of Latin America. It is not just...
the pictures of all the women and children who have been burnt alive in Vietnam...It is not just the words of Cardinal Spellman...It is the fact that whether we like it or not, we are Americans. It is indeed our country, right or wrong, as the Cardinal said in another context..."
She went on to recall the parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus, who sits hungry at the gate. "Woe to the rich! We are the rich! The Works of Mercy are the opposite of the works of war...We cannot repeat this enough."