GLOBAL COLLAPSE OF DEMOCRACY

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THE GLOBAL COLLAPSE OF DEMOCRACY

By Jack Random

In Common Sense, one of the most influential writings in history, Tom Paine makes his case against monarchy and hereditary succession by essentially stating that the proof was in the pudding: 

“One of the strongest natural proofs of the folly of hereditary right in Kings, is that nature disapproves it, otherwise she would not so frequently turn it into ridicule, by giving mankind an ASS FOR A LION.”  [Sic]

The King of England and leader of the British Empire at that time was George the Third – aka Mad King George – a man who reigned by divine right for nearly six decades.  In losing the crown jewel of the empire to independence, Britannia’s curse became America’s blessing and the first experiment in modern democracy was given birth on the world stage. 

Now, nearly two and a half centuries later, Paine’s argument against the monarchy has turned on its head, taking aim at the nation of its birth.  A system designed to weed out the unfit and unqualified has failed in stunning fashion.  We have elected a succession of corrupt, morally challenged, inept and/or power hungry leaders, culminating with an individual who embodies every disqualifying characteristic in triplicate. 

The assault on democracy in the United States of America is unprecedented and has taken numerous tracks.  Disenfranchisement targeting minorities is a particularly American phenomenon.  Applied to Florida, it accounts for the election of George W. Bush.  Applied to Ohio it may account for his reelection.  With the Supreme Court’s gutting of the Voting Rights Act (Shelby County v. Holder 2013), we have seen a spirited revival of the Jim Crow days.  Targeted disenfranchisement has become a standard practice of the Republican Party.  The strategy is key to holding on to the South and other states with large and growing minority populations.  Designer redistricting – otherwise know as Gerrymandering – is another technique applied to congressional districts to insure that Republicans have disproportionate representation in the lower house of congress. 

If your goal was to erode trust in democracy you could not have devised a more effective measure than that delivered by our Supreme Court in Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission 2010.  In the wake of that malicious decision a corporation gained all the rights of citizenship and money gained the status of constitutionally protected speech.  The highest court in the land was warned over and over that its decision would empower those with the most money to purchase the institutions of government.  While the Court was not impressed with the argument that is exactly what happened. 

The cost of running for public office has skyrocketed but the dollar amounts do not tell even half the tale.  Given the extreme amounts required to mount a successful political campaign, both parties in a two-party duopoly have abandoned the working class.  The Democrats used to be the party of labor.  No more.  It has been decades since they have staked claim to that designation.  The Democrats pay lip service to the cause of labor but when it comes to protecting the right to organize they consistently fall short.  They would lose their corporate backing and the support of Wall Street in particular if they acted on their pro-worker rhetoric.  Moreover, representing labor is not necessary when the Republican Party is openly antagonistic to the working class.  The party of the wealthy opposes a raise in the minimum wage and promotes Right to Work laws that cripple a union’s ability to organize in the workplace. 

Because neither party genuinely represents the interests of the workers the gap between the wealthy and the rest of us continues to grow.  Subsequent discontent with the institutions of government and media continues to increase. 

While money in electoral politics can go a long way toward explaining the American political system the same cannot be said for European nations.  Norway, Sweden, Switzerland, the Netherlands, Denmark, the Czech Republic, Spain and Germany have no limits on contributions or spending yet their campaigns do not attract the same extreme amounts of money as ours do.  France, Canada, Greece, Ireland and Japan, have strict limits on both spending and contributions.  The United Kingdom has limits on spending while others limit contributions.  [1]

With such a variety in campaign financing laws and regulations, it would be difficult to find a direct relationship between such laws and the kind of corruption that would destroy public confidence in government institutions.  Therefore, other factors must be operating to create such widespread international discontent.  [2]

It is the betrayal of the working people that crosses international boundaries and invades the body politic of virtually every democratic republic.  It is the gap between the rich and the rest that creates an opportunity for toxic propagandists to attack the institutions of democracy with pseudo populists like Marine Le Pen of France, Rodrigo Duterte of the Philippines and our own Donald Trump. 

Instead of standing up to our example, other developed nations in Europe and Latin America have stumbled.  While Emmanuel Macron and Angela Merkel put up a show of dignified defiance, the peoples of France and Germany are so disillusioned that they find themselves on the same wobbly ground as the American electorate did in 2016.  Brazil – the largest and most influential republic in the southern hemisphere – has elected an autocrat and sworn enemy of democracy while other notable republics in Europe, Asia, Africa and South America are stumbling on the edge of the same self-destructive madness. 

How did this happen and why?  Can we make corrections before the ship of state crashes into the rocks, taking the alliance of western democracies with it? 

Representative democracy has always contained the seed of its own demise.  The people have the authority to remove themselves from the seat of power.  In the form of the vote, the people can elect a president and legislative representatives sworn to democracy’s demise in the ultimate display of political suicide. 

While it would seem absurd, the people of Brazil have chosen that path.  They have elected Jair Bolsonaro, a far right nationalist who embraces with all his heart the authoritarian form of government.  Just as President Donald Trump has praised authoritarian leaders in China, Russia and the Philippines, Bolsonaro has praised the military dictatorships of Brazil’s dark past.  He has expressed admiration for Augusto Pinochet, the notorious military strongman of Chile who tortured and “disappeared” his political enemies. 

In 1992 Bolsonaro stated:  “I am in favor of a dictatorship….  We will never resolve serious national problems with this irresponsible democracy.”  In 1999 he said:  “I’m in favor of torture.”  More recently he has expressed contempt for the rights of gays and racial minorities in a manner that would shame Trump’s declaration in Charlottesville.  [3]

Like Trump, Bolsonaro has exploited an inherent fear of those who do not look or act or talk like him.  He has capitalized on distrust of institutions, corruption and an ever-widening gap between the wealthy and the poor. 

Like Trump, the election of Bolsonaro was made possible by a convergence of unlikely circumstances – most prominently the incarceration of the leading socialist candidate combined with a devastating economic crisis and an explosion in violent crime. 

In France the people have taken to the streets in protest of President Emmanuel Macron ostensibly over a raise in the transportation tax.  The protests persisted despite Macron’s backpedaling on the issue because it ran much deeper than one tax policy.  Macron seemed out of touch with the people.  The root cause of their discontent is a distrust of the institutions of government and a growing disparity between the wealthy elite – of which Macron is one – and the working class.  France’s far right is poised to take advantage of this discontent despite the fact that there is not a chance on earth the National Rally party of Marine Le Pen would do anything to address working class woes. 

In Germany Chancelor Angela Merkel’s popularity has taken a hit over the issue of immigration.  Germany has the taken the lead in accepting Syrian refugees and trying to integrate them as a cheap labor force.  Much to Merkel’s dismay it is a situation that pleases neither the refugees nor the German working class.  Germany’s resurgent Neo-Nazis are more than ready to take advantage of widespread discontent.  Merkel is the central leader of Europe’s hyper conservative neoliberal economic policies that have punished the working class for the disastrous excesses of the financial elite.  More than any other single leader, Merkel is the enforcer of the austerity regime that has stripped away the social safety nets of those nations whose economies imploded when the Ponzi scheme of international finance was exposed.  

The disease of which Donald Trump is only a symptom has spread rapidly throughout the democratic world.  What used to be confined to developing countries where corruption is a way of life has now invaded the most established representative democracies in the world. 

Why?  It would be easy to blame it all on the Russians and their brigade of hackers and paid propagandists.  It would be easy to blame the Chinese for unfair trade practices, stealing the core of our economic wealth.  It would be easy to blame foreign immigrants for overwhelming our culture and taxing our systems of social support.  All of these things have had some role in weakening public trust in our essential democratic and financial institutions but none of them are responsible at the core. 

It is always easier to blame the infamous other for our woes but it is rarely true.  If we wish to rectify the situation, we must first recognize the enemies of democracy at home.  We have created and systematically fortified a system that embraces the rich, diminishes the working class and discards the interests of the poor outright.  

One factor impacting elections in both America and internationally is the rise of social media and the simultaneous decline of traditional news sources.  There was a time when Trump’s accusations of “fake news” would have generated near universal laughter.  There was a time when newscaster Walter Cronkite had more credibility than any politician of his time. 

When citizens distrust the mainstream news media and give as much credence to web sources as the New York Times, the fourth estate collapses and the propagandists are elevated to the status of policy makers.  Mainstream news sources are not free of blame in this phenomenon.  The paper of record lost much of its credibility during the coverage of the Iraq War when it was used as a fence for the Bush administration’s pro-war propaganda machine.  For those who forget the infamous Times reporter Judy Miller, the administration fed Ms. Miller stories regarding weapons of mass destruction.  She quoted reliable sources and released the reports for public consumption.  The administration then cited the Times as proof of their claims. 

The Times was not alone in cheerleading for the war and the media eventually suffered for its betrayal of the public trust.  That was before news agencies started firing their reporters and people started turning to other sources for their news.  It was not before international corporations started buying media with an eye to exploiting their investment for their own financial gain. 

Some argue with validity that the decline of print and television as news sources was and is inevitable but it cannot be denied that the decline was accelerated by lapses in responsible journalism.  These lapses are by no means strictly American.  The corporate buyout of news sources is a global phenomenon though it is often difficult to uncover. [4] Media titan and rightwing propagandist Rupert Murdoch owns an estimated one third of the British market. [5] The German media received relatively high marks for independence and objectivity but relatively low marks for social inclusiveness and market plurality. [6]

The ultimate question becomes:  Would the propagandists – foreign and domestic – be able to influence our elections if the mainstream media and news sources were fully functional? 

There is no single factor responsible for global democratic failure and there is no simple remedy.  We have allowed our institutions – from the media to all branches of government – to be corrupted by the real holders of power in our world: the economic institutions.  There is no greater cause of systemic failure than this:  We have allowed the bankers and market manipulators complete freedom to operate as they wish.  They in turn have convinced the governments of the world that wealth can be created where none actually exists.  When the system collapses, as it inevitably will, the common people pay the price while the wealthy accumulate assets from the rubble left behind. 

It is relatively easy to destroy a democracy; it is hard to build it back.  It is impossible if we do not understand the root cause of systemic failure.  The primary function of economy is not to accumulate wealth just as the primary function of government is not to enable the accumulation of wealth.  The primary function of government is to provide for the needs of the people and the function of economy is to serve that cause. 

In the end, the failure of democracy is like the early stages of global warming.  We are beginning to witness the damage.  We have time to recognize the danger signs and take determined action.  If we ignore the problem and pretend it will self-correct – as we have with climate change – then we will observe a series of disasters, each one more alarming than the last. 

We have to rebuild our institutions from the ground up.  We have to elect individuals who actually believe in democracy.  If we believe in democracy then disenfranchisement and gerrymandering become crimes worthy of incarceration.  If we believe in democracy then we will find a way to curtail the influence of corporate money and false propaganda carried on social media.  If we believe in democracy then we will establish and protect the rights of organized labor.  If we believe in democracy then we will regulate the nefarious behavior of Wall Street and the investment class.  If we believe in democracy then we will use the people’s money to provide universal healthcare.  If we believe in democracy then we will strengthen objective media while discrediting those news sources that distort the truth in service to corporate or foreign interests.  If we believe in democracy the antiquated Electoral College will at last cease to exist. 

Can we do all this?  It seems doubtful.  We are all too busy with our technological toys.  We are too tired from the wars already fought.  We are all exhausted by the daily display of tragedy and disaster.  How much more must we do? 

Still, we have accomplished a great deal against daunting odds before.  We have built unimaginable monuments to the gods.  We have walked on the moon.  We have fought back and defeated dictators and tyrants.  We have struck down kings and emperors.  We are humans and there is no limit to what we can do when we believe in a cause. 

In the latter part of the eighteenth century a man without formal education persuaded the common, working people of thirteen American colonies that democracy was a cause worth fighting for.  The achievement of that cause stands as a testament to the human will.  Now we must rally to the cause again. 

1.  “How Our Campaign Finance System Compares to Other Countries.”  The American Prospect, April 4, 2014. 

2.  “International Campaign Finance:  How do countries compare?” by Nick Thompson.  CNN World, March 5, 2012. 

3.  “Who is Jair Bolsonaro?”  The Guardian, September 6, 2018. 

4.  “Who owns the media in France?”  Reporters Without Borders, December 8, 2107. 

5.  “The Elephant in the Room:  New Report on UK Media Ownership.”  Media Reform Coalition, April 24, 2014. 

6. “Monitoring Risks for Media Pluralism in the EU and Beyond.  Report: Germany.”  Centre for Media Pluralism and Media Freedom.  December 2016. 

THE FIRE BRIGADE

 

THE FIRE BRIGADE

By Jack Random

Jonas waited for the call.  As nervous as the day his father took him to a Texas brothel to become a man, he fought to hold back his anxiety.  He considered himself a patriot and a warrior.  After two tours in America’s war in the Middle East, he grew tired of taking orders from a commander who was not committed to victory.  He walked his own path – a path that led to sorrow and desperation.  He married and divorced before the vows could go cold.  He wandered from job to job and town to town with the aimlessness of a gambler on a losing streak. 

He found redemption and purpose in a group of like-minded individuals in the Northern California town of Redding.  The town had burned to the ground some years back.  They rebuilt with a mind to survive the next fire.  Jonas got a job as an auto mechanic and spent most of his free time shooting guns at the local range and riding his old Harley in the hills. 

The Brigade spotted him from his online presence.  He hated the government.  He hated Republicans almost as much as he hated Democrats.  He loved guns and fast cars and hot women.  He liked drugs, beer and whiskey.  He never went to church but he still considered himself a God fearing man.  He liked NASCAR and football and Harley Davidson.  He was one of them. 

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They were individuals dedicated to their mission.  They received no salary or wages for their labor – though they did receive a stipend to cover expenses from the national organization.  They worked on weekends and holidays and their numbers were growing.  They now had an active membership of over fifty trained firemen and a hundred more unskilled volunteers.  Some women were among them but they made it a point to call themselves firemen.  They didn’t believe in political correctness and went out of their way to defy the liberal standards of polite society.  They used language that would make a bartender blush.  Their jurisdiction ran from the Canadian to the Mexican border. 

For the last decade wildfires ravaged much of the west coast forestlands.  Every fire erupted like a volcano and spread through the dry brush like the chain reaction of a split atom.  The Fire Brigade did not believe in global warming.  They did not believe that human activity had any real impact on the planet’s climate.  The climate was in God’s hands and the ravages of fire were the will of God.  Those who perished or lost their homes, their belongings and loved ones deserved to be punished. 

The Brigade protected their own people.  Everyone else could go to hell – and surely would.  They had chapters in four states but most of them were in California – the most liberal and godless state in America.   They were on constant alert and stood ready to answer the call of any and all emergencies.  

Their leader was a man named Willy Johnson – a rail of a man with a full unkempt beard.  He came from North Carolina with a message for anyone willing to listen:  The world would soon confront what he called The Great Reckoning.  It was time past time to choose sides and get right with the Lord.  His Lord was the Old Testament Lord, the vengeful fire and brimstone Lord, the God of wrath and destruction.  His God was merciful as well but only if you were blessed with His divine sanctity. 

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Willy first called Jonas when conditions for a major fire arose along the Rogue River in Southern Oregon.  The drought that plagued California for decades had moved north.  Land that was once known for its rich plant life and thick green brush fed by a constant supply of rain and river water was suddenly parched and dry as an instruction manual.  The rivers ran low and sucked up all the water the clouds could release.  The land along the Rogue became a tinderbox waiting for a spark.  The Pacific wind that flowed through the canyon that the river carved would carry a flame a hundred miles before the local firefighters could react.  The fire would spread through protected forestlands including the liberal tourist Mecca known as Ashland. 

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Jonas was having second thoughts.  He had fought fires with the Brigade in Paradise and Pine Mountain.  Though they faced opposition from officials, none could deny their effectiveness.  They were willing to go where others would not go.  They took chances and, yes, they lost lives but they saved exponentially more than they lost.  The local papers described them as heroes but they refused to take credit.  On the rare occasions when Willy spoke to the media he stuck to the script. 

“We’re only doing what anyone would do.  We see people in trouble and we try to help.  We fight fires.  That’s what we do.” 

Willy instructed Jonas to scout the area.  He spent a week on site from Bandon to Ashland.  He got to know some of the people along the way.  They were good people.  A lot of them had their heads on crooked but you can’t blame them, can you?  People are as people are taught.  People believe what they’re told to believe.  The people in the Brigade were exceptions.  Some people – the chosen few – rise above their upbringing to become leaders and trailblazers like the pioneers that settled the American continent.  Others – like the savage tribes that were here before the Christian landing – had to make way.  It is the nature of progress that it always comes at a price. 

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Magdalena ran the Italian restaurant at the beginning of the main drag in Ashland.  She inherited the job from her mother.  Though the restaurant changed hands a number of times its management remained in the same hands for over two decades.  She knew all the locals and treated everyone who entered the doors with respect.  Some of the tourists were demanding and difficult but they all soon yielded to her grounded charms. 

Jonas discovered Gepetto’s on his first visit to Ashland and made it a point to eat there every time he returned.  He would sit at the small bar and chat with Magdalena when she wasn’t busy serving customers.  The food was excellent and he enjoyed watching her interact with the locals.  They were like a family and it aroused a vague sense of jealousy in him.  He didn’t know what to make of it.  His upbringing was difficult on the good days.  His father was a mean drunk and his mother was not a whole lot better.  They had time enough to take care of their own needs and not much left for the needs of their children. 

Magdalena must have thought Jonas had a crush on her but the truth was:  He would have been happy with her friendship.  He sometimes fantasized that she was his sister.  They would enjoy Thanksgiving or Christmas at a long table of siblings and relatives.  They would joke and laugh and sip glasses of wine while basking in the ambiance of familial love.  His own family was less than accepting of his ways.  His parents split up when he was in diapers and his siblings – there were four of them – he no longer knew.  They wanted nothing to do with him and he felt pretty much the same. 

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Maybe the important lesson Jonas learned from the Brigade was that skilled firemen knew how to steer the flames.  That was why they lit fires to cut off a wildfire’s path.  The Brigade drove a fire like cowboys drive a herd of cattle.  Every fire had a distinct personality.  Some were easily led while others were stubborn.  You had to push and pull and slap them around like a mule with his mind made up. 

Jonas became one of them when he demonstrated the ability to steer a stubborn wildfire.  He took a lead role in the Pine Mountain fire and earned his marks.  He was fearless.  He crawled inside a raging fire and ripped out its heart. 

That was why Willy chose him for an even more prominent role on the Rogue River project.  Together they studied satellite photos and live footage revealing how the river carved the land and the land guided the forest.  Their mission was twofold:  Guide the fire away from the good working folk of Medford to the godless liberal elites of Ashland.  It would not be easy but with the help of the Brigade they were certain they would succeed. 

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Jonas received the call while dining at Gepetto’s.  A logging operation sparked a fire down the river at Crooked Bend.  His crew of seven men – six men and one woman – would be ready inside thirty minutes at a safe house in Medford. 

When Jonas threw a twenty and an extra five on the bar, Magdalena asked if everything was okay.  He shrugged and said it was but his expression conveyed the opposite message.  He told her more than he should have.  He said their was a fire and warned her that if it got close she should consider getting out. 

She smiled and said thanks.  In the decades of her family’s residence in Ashland, a wildfire had never threatened them. 

He knew in that instant that she would not heed his or anyone else’s warning.  She would remain with her friends and family.  She would rather die than live without them.  He wanted to explain but time escaped.  His crew was waiting. 

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They were tried and true believers.  Four of them grew up in Redding.  They went to church at Easter and Christmas.  They voted Republican but only in presidential elections.  They hated Democrats and loved baiting longhair hippie types in the local bar.  They recruited Jonas and believed in him and in his ability to lead.  One was a biker from Reno, Nevada, one was from a Sacramento white supremacy group and the woman was Willy’s girlfriend.  She was willing and able but relatively new in the field. 

When Jonas arrived at the safe house their preparations were all but finished.  They showed him on a map where the fire sparked south of Grants Pass and where it was headed.  He broke them into teams of two and assigned them precise positions where they could guide the fire.  Willy’s girlfriend, Alice, would go with him. 

They climbed into their four-wheel drive vehicles and headed directly to their assigned places along the Rogue River Canyon.  They would stay in contact by phone, make camp and begin the hard work of establishing control of the fire.  Jonas and Alice took their position outside Jacksonville at the turning point where the fire could be directed north above Medford or south along Ashland Creek to the heart of Ashland. 

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By midday they were making steady progress.  The main branch of the fire grew stronger and headed straight to Jacksonville.  He ordered his team to converge on the turning point.  He directed Alice to meet them in town and wait for his word.  Alice seemed reluctant to leave him and Jonas wondered if her purpose was to keep an eye on him.  Did Willy doubt him?  Was this his final test as a leader in the Brigade?  He had to admit he did not know which way he would turn.  He wanted to secure his role in the group.  It was his family.  He was honored when Willy chose him to lead this operation.  But he also wanted to protect Magdalena and the people he came to know and regard with warm affection.  They were the family he wished he had. 

“Willy told me to stick with you and that’s what I’m going to do,” said Alice. 

“Willy put me in charge of this operation,” Jonas replied. 

“That’s right.” 

“Then follow my orders, damn it!  That fire’s heading home and it’s bearing down fast!  It aint going to wait for us to work things out.” 

“Willy told me…”

“I’m telling you:  The best place to organize the Brigade is in the center of town.  Now someone’s got to stay here and watch it coming.  The rest of us need to be ready to take positions and you need to be there to explain the situation!” 

They were stationed at a viewpoint overlooking the canyon.  The fire could move in any number of directions.  It was fast, hot and unpredictable.  If they had people in town they could react to any contingency.  If they were all at the viewpoint, their reaction would be delayed and the local firefighters could establish control.  It made sense and Alice knew it. 

“Okay,” she finally conceded.  “You keep me posted,” she added as she climbed into her jeep and headed for town. 

Jonas took a deep breath and braced himself for what had to be done. 

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Magdalena watched the reports on the local television station.  The fire was burning hot and moving down the Rogue River Canyon.  The fire chief was certain they could stop it before it hit any major towns or cities.  They’d handled fires like this before and they wanted people to remain calm. 

She wouldn’t have thought too much about it except for the words of warning by a man she hardly knew.  There was something in the way he said it and the look in his eyes.  Of course the fire wouldn’t reach Ashland but still it worried her.  Most of the people who worked in their town lived in Medford or Talent and she worried for them. 

She had little choice.  Even if she wanted to get out she would have to leave behind the people she loved – including her own children.  No one in Ashland was panicking so she wouldn’t either.  The stranger was just trying to show his concern.  Like so many other tourists and people passing through, he liked her – maybe he fell just a little in love – and he wanted to impress her.  She smiled at the thought and got on with the business of serving the next customer. 

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From his perch on the overlook, Jonas saw the fire carving its way toward him.  He saw the position of the Forest Service and its official fire fighting force on the north side of the river.  He saw them slowly branching out and preparing to take positions on both side of the river.  Their movements were slow as molasses and as predictable as Pavlov’s dogs.  They intended to stop the fire’s southern route before fighting it on the north.  His job was to distract them by creating a flare-up to the north and leading them to believe that there was little danger in the fire branching to the south.  The primary branch of the fire was north, meaning it had to jump the river to take the southern route. 

The first thing Jonas learned about fire is that it hates water.  Water in the air, in the ground, in the trees or in the brush on the forest floor thwarts fire and pushes it on a different path.  The second thing Jonas learned is that fire loves fire.  Just as a fire will avoid water at all costs, it will go to great lengths to find and join fire to fire.  It will cross highways, streams and rivers to find its own kind.  If a flame sparked on the south side of the river, the main fire would jump the river to find it. 

All options were on the table.  His team in Jacksonville awaited his instructions.  They were all capable firemen and they could move three times faster than the forest service or the local firefighters.  The official teams had to observe protocol: they gathered information, analyzed the data and consulted with each other before their people could react.  His team operated on his word and his word alone. 

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Unknown to Jonas, Willy Johnson was monitoring the situation from Medford.  He had a team of loyal soldiers and a handful of drones to track the fire and the position of the firefighters.  He knew where the forest service and the local firefighters were camped.  He knew when and where they moved.  He knew where the fire was moving and how fast it was going.  He also knew where his people were. 

Alice called him from Jacksonville to update him on the situation.  She didn’t trust Jonas and she didn’t hide it. 

“The son of a bitch has the hots for some broad in Ashland,” she said. 

“That don’t mean he’s not with us,” he replied.  “Let’s wait and see.” 

Willy liked Jonas.  He admired his bravery and skill.  He was always two steps ahead of his colleagues in the Brigade.  He knew this was a critical point in his training.  They all faced the turning point.  He remembered well his own turning point.  Back in North Carolina he was called upon to delay his team of volunteers and let a fire consume a church of predominantly black worshipers.  He knew some of them.  He broke bread with some of them.  He had a drink or two with some of them. 

He chose the Brigade but it wasn’t easy.  Until the last moment he didn’t know whether or not he could go through with it.  That decision changed his life.  It tortured him for months but he survived it.  It made him stronger.  It solidified his commitment to the cause.  He would give Jonas a chance.  He would wait and observe until there was no stepping back.  It was the least he could do for the man he hoped would succeed him as the leader of the western branch of The Brigade. 

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Jonas saw an opportunity and he grabbed it.  He called the Forest Service anonymously and informed them there was a renegade operation of firefighters intent on sabotage.  He then called Alice with instructions and coordinates.  He would send two teams to the north side of the river and two to the south.  It would seem reasonable to them and Alice would bury her suspicions.  But the coordinates he provided would take them into the enemy camps.  They would be captured and questioned.  If they were allowed to operate at all, they would be under official supervision.  They would be unable to carry out their mission. 

He told Alice to meet him at the overlook.  Together they would watch the operation unfold.  They would observe the Forest Service sending their firefighters to the north to counter the flare-up.  They would watch as their people lit fires on the south side of the river, attracting the flames of the primary fire.  Before nightfall the raging fire would be speeding south toward Ashland. 

That was the Brigade’s plan.  But Jonas had another plan.  He would watch long enough to be certain that Brigade’s plan was foiled.  Then he would head out.  By the time Alice arrived at the lookout he would be long gone. 

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Magdalena was stunned to hear on the news that the Rogue River fire had taken an unexpected turn.  Still raging out of control, it turned south at Jacksonville and was now headed straight to Ashland.  A warning was issued to all residents:  Evacuation was advised.  Mandatory evacuation was under consideration. 

She thought of the stranger who had foreseen this development and wondered what he knew that others did not.  Just then he walked in the door but his eyes did not find hers as they normally would have.  He stared with unmistakable fear at the tall, thin bearded man who was sitting at the counter. 

Willy turned and smiled. 

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Jonas learned what took place on the drive to Ashland.  The radio reported that the Rogue River fire had taken an unexpected turn to the south.  He didn’t have the time or resources to go back and change what was happening.  The fire would hold its course.  He figured that Willy’s doubts went deeper than sending Alice along to monitor his actions.  Willy oversaw the operation from somewhere nearby. 

The Brigade would be after him now.  They were capable of killing and he was their target.  But all he could think about was Magdalena.  It seemed strange.  He had never slept with her.  He had never kissed her.  Hell, he had never even gone out with her.  Still, at this critical moment, the turning point of a journey that could mean life or death, she dominated his thoughts and his affection grew.  Was she a witch?  Did she hold unnatural sway over his heart?  It didn’t matter.  The only thing that mattered was that she was safe.  He would do whatever he had to do. 

Midway down the mountain and through the forest he realized that the Brigade posed a threat not only to him but to Magdalena as well.  If Willy had observed his behavior over the last week, they knew about Magdalena.  If they knew about Magdalena, they wouldn’t think twice about taking her hostage. 

He called the Ashland police and told them he was one of the saboteurs who steered the fire south.  He asked them to confirm his story with the Forest Service.  He said he’d be waiting outside Gepetto’s to turn himself in. 

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“Hello, Judas,” said Willy.  “Surprised to see me?” 

“The name’s Jonas,” he replied.  “Nothing surprises me.” 

“Maybe you’d like to say hi to your woman before we take leave.” 

He motioned to Magdalena who stood frozen like a bronze statue in Lithia Park.  She had no idea what was going down but she realized she was in the center of it. 

“Her name is Magdalena and she’s not my woman.  She’s got nothing to do with this.” 

“Of course not,” said Willy.  “But here you are, risking your life for a woman you hardly know.  Was it worth it?” 

It was a question he had asked himself many times.  He had turned it over and over on sleepless nights and it always led to the same conclusion: worth it or not, he had no choice.  A man can no more control his heart than the moon can control the sun. 

“Let’s take this outside,” said Jonas. 

Willy hesitated and looked back and forth between Jonas and Magdalena, calculating whether it was worth it to take her captive if only to exact his revenge on the young man who rejected his paternal affection. 

“It’s your lucky day,” he said to Magdalena as he rose and followed Jonas out the door. 

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Four officers of the Ashland Police force were waiting to take them both into custody.  Willy was stunned.  His chosen one had outfoxed him in the end.  He gave him a hard look and winked. 

“I always knew you was a step ahead of the rest of us.” 

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Over the course of the next seven days, the authorities rounded up the remaining members of the Fire Brigade that sabotaged the Rogue River fire fighting campaign.  Over the next seven weeks they closed down all chapters of the organization across the states of California, Oregon, Washington and Colorado. 

The Forest Service and the local firefighters managed to contain the fire before it reached the town of Ashland.  Jonas went to jail with special consideration for his action and cooperation in saving the residents of Ashland and turning evidence on the Brigade.  He would serve six months before being released. 

Despite a powerful yearning, he never saw Magdalena again. 

[With regard to Arthur C. Clarke and his classic story Fahrenheit 451.]

Copyright 2018 Ray Miller

GOLDEN INFERNO: CALIFORNIA ON FIRE

JAZZMAN CHRONICLES:  RADICAL SOLUTIONS FOR RADICAL TIMES.

CALIFORNIA IS BURNING

By Jack Random

“We’re going to have to adapt.  We’re going to have to change our technology.  But in the meantime, we’re going to spend a hell of a lot of money and there’s going to be a lot of unpleasant events.” 

Jerry Brown, Governor of California

I watch the news and muse about the issues of the day but from where I sit in the center of the Great Central Valley, the agricultural garden of the planet, there is only one issue of the day every day for as long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. 

California is on fire.  Most days the sky is more brown than blue.  The only relief we get from sweltering triple-digit days is caused by smoke blocking the sun.  In July the appropriately named Death Valley marked a record average temperature of 108 degrees – meaning every 100-degree day was offset by a 116-degree day.  Yosemite National Park, John Muir’s gem of natural wonder, is closed to the public.  The people of Redding – 120 miles south of the Oregon border – have lost much of their town.  The people of Lakeport and Mendocino wake up each day wondering if it’s their turn to evacuate.

California is burning and it’s nothing new.  Last October the Tubbs fire decimated the city of Santa Rosa, destroying over 5,000 structures including 2,800 homes and claiming twenty-two human lives in the most destructive fire in California history.  The financial cost was estimated at over a billion dollars.  By the time summer comes to a close, this year may be worse. 

More than a dozen major fires are currently raging across the state, turning our golden hue to bronze and threatening to transform a bright future into a hazy toxic mess.  Sixteen fires had burned 320 acres, displacing more than 32,000 residents by the end of July.  Some thirteen thousand firefighters have been summoned to the battle. 

Governor Jerry Brown warns that this phenomenon of yearly inferno will continue to cost the state and its residents billions of dollars in destruction and who knows how many lives – not only from the fires but also from the poison it spews into the air.  Ironically, the state that has done more to combat pollution than any other may be fighting a losing battle. 

While the folks in Washington and on the major media news channels discuss the daily theatrics of America’s former mayor, pouring through presidential tweets and trial transcripts, the fires mark a trail of destruction like Sherman’s Civil War march through the South and we all are whistling Dixie. 

Welcome to the world of Global Warming!  Yeah, I said Global Warming.  We’ve all been instructed to call it Climate Change so the idiots who choose to deny reality can’t get away with refuting science every time a cold front comes through.  The fact is:  It’s fricking hot.  Not most summers but every summer it’s too hot to venture outside for more than a few hours without risking your health and well-being.  Unless you’re lucky enough to live by the coast – increasingly reserved for the wealthy – you have to limit your time in the sun and drink plenty of fluids.  Even the coastal residents have to worry about fires spreading and destroying whole cities and towns.  Who will be next to face the earth’s revenge? 

The Carr fire up north has taken six lives and destroyed 1,465 structures.  That makes it the sixth most destructive wildfire in California history and it’s still burning.  In Mendocino County – some of the most beautiful land in a state teeming with beauty – two fires had wiped out over 90,000 acres and they’re still burning.  The Ferguson fire scorching Yosemite, claiming over 60,000 acres is predicted to spread eastward into the Sierra Nevada Mountains.  If you haven’t yet seen Yosemite, it’s a damned shame.  The Ansel Adams photographs are stunning beyond belief but the real thing is even more so. 

The Ferguson fire has already burned for twenty days but experts are worried it may get worse as a pressure system lifts and ignites “a massive number of dead trees than have been killed off by five years of drought and a bark beetle infestation.”  [1] 

The calendar has just turned to August and a distinct possibility exists that it will only get worse as the summer unwinds.  It will certainly get worse as the years unwind and politicians like our president continue to pretend it has nothing whatsoever to do with the toxic stew we inject into our atmosphere every day. 

It is too late for the party of denial to escape accountability.  We burn oil, gas and coal and pretend that natural gas is the solution when in fact it only transfers the problem from the air we breathe to the water we drink.  Why do we still not have solar panels on every home and building not only in the Golden State but in every state where sun still shines?  (Wake up, Arizona! You are wasting the most valuable resource you have and you’re worried about immigration?)  Why do we still not have an infrastructure that can accommodate a vast array of renewable clean energy?  Why is it still cheaper to burn the most harmful fuels on the planet?  Why haven’t we developed for mass deployment pollution-free vehicles? 

It is undeniable.  The world is getting hotter.  Earlier this summer, record temperatures were recorded across the globe from Los Angeles and Denver to New Hampshire and Vermont, from Ottawa and Montreal to Glasgow and Belfast, from Tbilisi and Yerevan in Eastern Europe to Quriyat in the Middle East.  There is no hiding from this phenomenon short of leaving the planet. 

California’s fires join tornadoes in the Midwest, hurricanes on the east coast and in the Gulf of Mexico, cyclones and tsunamis in the Pacific and extreme weather events throughout the nation and the world as powerful reminders that we have failed to effectively address the most pressing problem of our times.  This is a failing that will outlive us all. 

It is no longer worth arguing about.  It is happening to everyone in every corner of the globe.  The earth doesn’t care if we believe or disbelieve.  There will always be deniers.  When the rising ocean turns Miami into Venice, Italy, and Venice into a memory, there will be deniers.  When hurricane season decimates Baltimore, New York, New Orleans and Houston, there will be deniers.  When powerful twisters mark a path of destruction through St. Louis, Kansas City, Nashville and Atlanta, there will be deniers.  When violent storms knock out our vulnerable energy grid, there will be deniers.  But there will also be rational human beings who wake up and take action. 

The most critical action we can take is at the ballot box. 

Until then, California will burn. 

Jazz.

“California fires rage and Gov. Jerry Brown offers grim view of fiery future” by Jaclyn Cosgrove, John Myers, Louis Sahagun and Sonali Kohli.  Los Angeles Times, August 1, 2018. 

“Red-hot planet:  All-time heat records have been set all over the world during the past week” by Jason Samenow.  Washington Post, July 5, 2018.  

Jack Random is retired and living in central California.  He is the author of the Jazzman Chronicles and other works, most recently Pawns to Players: The Chess Series – a trilogy of political novels.