Dana Blankenhorn

Loneliness

“They’re sharing a drink they call loneliness. But it’s better than drinking alone.”

-- Billy Joel, Piano Man

My late father-in-law lived long enough, and wound up prosperous enough, to write and publish his own autobiography. He asked me to ghostwrite it. I said he’d do a much better job.

He did.

He called it Never Alone.

My father in law felt blessed to have grown up in a large family, finding a great wife soon after leaving home, to spend a working life in service to the public, then aging gently amidst grown children, grandchildren, and even some great-grands. He was a member in good standing of the “Greatest Generation.”

While that generation’s reticence in talking about themselves, and their trust in governments that didn’t deserve trust (as in Vietnam), caused a rift between their generation and mine, our own values of independence and individuality haven’t worked out as well for us, and our children, as theirs did for them.

The Demand of 2020: Law and Order

Regulations are the guardrails of corporate law.

They kick in before people are hurt. They’re usually aimed at corporations, not individuals. Everyone is punished by the paperwork. The penalties come in the form of fines.

Regulation is the best protection business can have.

When regulation isn’t imposed by government, it comes in other forms. It comes in insurance requirements. It comes from the plaintiff’s bar. Fines come in the form of differing rates to protect truck fleets, different prices for handling transactions, and in jury awards.

Common Carriers

A key to understanding 2019 will be the issue of common carriers.

In just one decade the “Cloud Czars” – Apple, Microsoft, Google, Amazon and Facebook – have replaced the telecommunications and broadcast industries with a new system, using their infrastructure.

We don’t make overseas calls anymore. We Skype. We don’t watch TV. We stream.

The cloud was built without government subsidy or interference, in a competitive free for all in which the winners invested while the losers did not. The industries replaced by this infrastructure were built as monopolies, under systems of regulation controlled by the Federal Communications Commission and, when necessary, courts.

This made sense, in terms of both capital preservation and technology, at the time.

2019: Crime in the Suites

My adult millennial children are both conservative, but in the nicest possible way.

They have ethics. They expect correct behavior from authority. When they don’t see it, they want it punished, not with a wrist slap, but with jail time.

I agree, and 2019 will mark the start of a process toward getting it. Justice is slow, but it is certain.

If 2018 was the year when crime was stripped naked, with the MeToo movement, the Trump treason, and corporate theft, 2019 will be the first year of retribution.

This becomes certain when you look at the economy. The next year may be the most readily predicted, indeed eagerly anticipated, recession of my lifetime.

A Santa Story

Recently I woke from troubled dreams to find myself with white hair, a long beard, and a troubling impact on small children.

Little kids would look up at me, wide-eyed.

Their faces held a mixture of awe and fear.

I knew what they were thinking.

I gathered some of them together and told them a story.

Monument to the Present

The media calls it the Lynching Memorial.

Its proper name is the National Memorial for Peace and Justice.  The Equal Justice Initiative built it, and an accompanying museum, on a six acre site at Centennial Hill in Montgomery, Alabama , near where I-85 meets I-65. It is just a few blocks from the first White House of the Confederacy, the Rosa Parks Museum, and the Hank Williams museum.

Call it the duality of the southern thing.

There are 313 names inscribed there, on tombstones that also bear the names of counties across the South where men were murdered during the days of Jim Crow. There are two sets of tombstones, and the museum hopes this second set will eventually be picked up by those counties, creating memorials to the dead there.

It is, without question, the most moving monument built in America since the Vietnam Veterans Memorial was opened in 1982.

Trump, Too, Shall Pass

Recently my dear heart dragged me to a wedding.

It was for the son of one of her co-workers. The groom was born here, the parents arriving from India a few years before his birth. The bride was born in China but moved here as a toddler and is a U.S. citizen.

The bride and groom grew up together. They met in high school about 15 years ago. They moved among their guests with the grace and comfort of a long-married couple, secure in themselves. Their relationship may have once been controversial, but their joy in each other buried that long-ago. They live in Boston. He is a doctor. She’s a business consultant. They came down to be with his family. Some of her relatives traveled from China to Georgia to be at the celebration, in the shadow of Stone Mountain’s Confederate carving. Some of his traveled all the way from India.

The Facebook Scandal

Facebook could disappear. 

This is the difference between Facebook and the other “Cloud Czars,” as I call them. (Picture from the excellent blog of Lisa Vanengen.)

We don’t need Facebook. Not the way we need, in the 21^st century, the information search capability of Google. Or Microsoft’s software. Or Apple’s devices. Or Amazon.Com.

Facebook, by contrast, is entirely optional. Not only is the main service optional, but so are Instagram and Messenger. We can get along very well with Snap and WeChat. The mass move can happen by word of mouse. There is a price below free, and if we don’t want to pay it we don’t have to.

This is something people like Jim Cramer don’t yet understand. This makes what is happening, or not happening, at Facebook different from what happened at Target or even Equifax. Add to that Facebook’s enormous capital budget – it’s putting $1 of every $4 it collected last year into new cloud data centers this year – and you have an existential problem.

In the Spirit of Oprah

One reason liberals were awed by the distraction of Oprah for President is that we’re up for distractions. Trump plays us like kittens. Twitter is his laser pointer.

Another reason is that Oprah is a convenient shorthand for everything that’s under assault with Trumpism. Her skill is as an aspirational leader, someone who inspires people to think positively, and sometimes to change.

Openness, decency, democracy, fairness, all the shining gifts that make peace on Earth, everything the Republican filmmaker Frank Capra preached about in his movies, everything we claimed for generations to believe, all are under unprecedented assault in 2018. They on the line because those who govern us have rejected them. They have even rejected science, so the fate of human life is also in the balance.

In this battle we say we need a hero, or a heroine, someone with Barack Obama’s rhetorical gifts, John F. Kennedy’s courage, Jimmy Carter’s compassion and Franklin Roosevelt’s gift of media manipulation.

Oh, if they came from Illinois, like Abraham Lincoln, that would be nice, too.

Oprah checks all the boxes. A self-made billionaire from the streets, a woman who has kept her own privacy while shattering the emotional walls the rest of us build, a TV star to set against the TV phony in the White House.

It’s an appealing picture. What might she say, and stand for, we ask?

She says nothing.

Instead, she holds a mirror up to our best selves. Her speech at the Golden Globes encouraged us to act as though we were her, and state our own truths.

This is what my best self would say.

Monsters Within Us

My father’s soul left his body 18 years ago, in October of 1999.

Frederick H. Blankenhorn was a World War II veteran, a small businessman, and he gave me many, many gifts.

He was incredibly intelligent. He filled my room with books. He gave me my first typewriter, the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten because my handwriting sucks.

My dad married my mom in 1951 and was still with her on the day he died. He provided for his family, first with a TV repair shop, later with a locksmith shop. He raised four kids, and none has suffered a divorce. None of us has gotten the U.S. into a war in Iraq based on lies.

My dad could be funny, he was incredibly charming to strangers, and he had a sense of adventure. He worked very hard, and made lemons out of life’s lemonade, buying the lock shop through the Small Business Administration after he fell through a false roof, breaking his once beautiful body.

Oh. He was also a monster.