Monday, November 25, 2024

Remembrance Day, Irish Relations, and The Sweetest of the Freedoms

 London grows on you and I felt it had a major growth spurt this past month following the election (I'm not trying to rub it in your face; I would have all my family and friends move here in a heartbeat). Opinion is split and the future is uncertain but I can't help but wonder: Is the UK the last vanguard of liberal democracy in the world, led by the nerdy by uncharismatic human right lawyer, Sir Keir Starmer?












A Front Garden Outside in Bromley

Let's back up. I write this from a nation in what is considered "the old world," cultures who have weathered a lot more history and types of government just due to geography and plain old age. The meaning of the two world wars is much more visceral and visible here than the USA. In Britain, poppymania reigns in November. You see men and women wear red silk and paper poppies afixed to their jackets. This is honor of Remembrance Day, November 11th (Veterans' Day in the USA) when the Armistice was signed at eleven in the morning on 1918. At that hour, the bells toll and a two-minute quiet contemplation ensues when pedestrians stop dead in their tracks. Poppies grew gangbusters in the fields of Flanders where rotting corpses provided ample fertilizer for the symbolic flower. It should be duly noted that the red poppy is treated with controversy if not contemplt in Ireland where British soldiers committed atrocities against Catholic families in the north. Regardless, the British self-view is that they "stood alone" against Nazi fascism, saving the continent in the process. Whereas  in America, we always remark on the halcyon days of the postwar period with its attendant new prosperity, new suburban homes, and new kids on the playground. In battle, America was able to swoop in muscularly at the last moment leading to the poignant (but unsubstantiated) observation by Winston Churchill that "Americans will always do the right thing, only after they have tried everything else."










Fountains in Trafalgar Square

So what does it mean for me to be ensconced in the Old World? Well, London is a good place to adult. It is calm and genteel and fairly uniform. Like the rest of Europe, London looks towards tradition and history for guidance. People put in the effort to dress well and maintain decorum on the tube. Careerism and bluster are generally frowned upon while chatter and bonding at work is placed at a premium. Seeing oneself as the hero or major character in your own life is deemphasized. Brits don't even like sharing their first names; it's a curious cause for blushing. Like Boston in some sense, hushed voices are expected and loud volume in public is considered rude. 












One Christmas Tree outside Charing Cross


I read a figure that ten percent of Brits have an Irish grandparent. This lucky lineage caused a deluge in applications for Irish passports following the Brexit decision. There is considerable cultural crossover between Ireland and Britain. I intuit that my people back home view me as a traitor for living in enemy territory but this is a clumsy perception. In fact, having a dual Irish citizenship and an Irish passport is considered the golden ticket since the Irish have one foot in the EU while being a member of the Common Travel Area. The CTA, an administrative agreement signed in 1922, allow citizens of the UK and the ROI to travel, live, study, collect pension, etc., to live in one another's domicile without paperwork. It is an agreement that survived Brexit and it allowed me to attend my post-graduate course hassle-free (note my nana was from Sligo which made my own dual citizenship possible). Brexit was a reluctant decision for 48% of UK voters; the other twenty-seven members of the UK were sad to see Britain go.


With my Irish golden ticket, I was able to reunite with long-lost cousins. I have extended family in Lancashire and Scotland; we have yet to meet up but we have been corresponding regularly—straight out of a Henry James novel. My cousins, kin of my nana, Celia Mullarkey, emigrated to England in the 1950s to work on the railroads. This is why I am a big proponent of both legal and (look the other way) illegal immigration. A nation's general industry is a proper way to sweeten the hive and attract worker bees. For freedom of movement is the sweetest of all the freedoms. There's nothing wrong with people seeking a better lives for themselves and their families. Imagine if citizens and politicians alike saw their home countries as prime destinations. What a badge of honor! Today is the day to turn the argument on its head. 












A Rainbow Christmas Tree outside Charing Cross


Ireland, always worried that it will catch a cold if its largest trading partner sneezes, actually saw remarkable growth in shipping, banking, and trading following the Brexit decision. A few new passenger and cargo routes opened up between Ireland and France, bypassing the British ports of Holyhead and Liverpool, evading new onerous paperwork. Still, the Republic of Ireland, found itself disoriented immediately following the application of Brexit but was in the position of forging new alliances with the remaining twenty-seven EU members. Brother nations in the Baltics are seen as good partners. Ultimately, the Republic of Ireland is quite happy being in the EU (I liken it to the Irish being comfortable within large families!).

Monday, November 11, 2024

The Emotional Emergency Playlist, November 2024. Lucy with the Football: Dream Pop/Eclectic/Jangle Pop

 We all have our own process for digesting grief and despair. Mauricio, ever the stoic, urges resiliency but my counterpoint to him is that getting over a critical election is like the Jewish tradition of sitting shiva; this will take at least seven days and a lot of lit candles. We split the difference at three days (it's not my first rodeo of picking up and putting down cigarettes).



For this special emotional emergency edition of Tommy's Top Twenty-Five Tracks, I've been digging through the archives for something lengthy and atmospheric. I now present to you "Lucy with the Football," a fifteen hour soundtrack containing sixty percent dream pop, thirty percent eclectic and ten percent jangle pop (listening on scramble mode is best). The titular metaphor is clear. Surprise, failure, and bitterness are what we are going for here. Also, lots of longing. Long on the longing.



Honestly, slipping on my headphones has been the healthiest of my coping mechanisms. In 2016, I was personally crushed and we were all shocked so maybe there's a built-in resignation this time around. Which doesn't make the dread any less bearable. That being said, I'm looking for different hobbies beyond consuming political podcasts and youtube videos.


To hear on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KLlvLzKlZrXbCHhSsPRRF?si=1d80ec9fb7dd4ffc

To hear on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/lucy-with-the-football-jangle-pop-dream-pop-eclectic/pl.u-4Joma4btaej1rM 

Monday, November 4, 2024

Making Friends with Democrats Abroad

The big night is upon us so I have decided to rent a hotel room and attend an election night viewing event with fellow Americans. It's strange; I feel I am on the precipice of making a lot of friends all at once and friend-making is something that I have sadly devalued at the moment. My friendliness has taken a hit since COVID. I feel older and more muted. These last ninety days have been spent with Mauricio looking at properties and applying for jobs and working on my novel. And while the Brits are fair-minded with a great sense of humor, the city of London is not a bubbly haven like New York, San Francisco, or even Boston. I'm still learning to pick up the signs of the natives and I'm still learning how to flow into their rhythm. And while hanging with other "ex-pats" seems like picking low-hanging fruit, I still want to surround myself with my fellow countrymen and countrywomen. 2008 vibes are in the air!

Can't wait!

As an absentee voter, I am allowed to vote from my last residence.

The zoning in London allows for some surprises.

The ex-president cannot win. I'm still nursing my wounds from Hillary's fall on that sad November evening in 2016. So imagine my exaltation at Iowa pollster wunderkind, Ann Selzer, who has Kamala Harris LEADING by three points in The Hawkeye State (!). Her findings: senior women are coming out of the woodwork in fury that Roe has been reversed. Here is a great interview of Ann with Tim Miller of The Bulwark. And if Iowa is a blue possibility, we shouldn't sleep on electoral rich Ohio. Can you imagine?! Women across this country will be the heroes of this election, ushering in the first female (of color!) into the White House. This has to be the story. As a feminist ally, it is infuriating that we have this stark double standard on display. Imagine if Harris had displayed the same antics of Don the Con, everything from not taking questions and swaying on stage for forty minutes to gay anthems like YMCA and holding hate-filled rallies insulting various groups of the body politic. Research has shown that democracies with more female representation lead to better outcomes across a range of policies. Specifically the more women in government, the lesser the legal and economic inequality. Countries with more women in power lead to a higher GDP. 

Famous Suffragist, Millicent Garrett Fawcett


Most statues in Parliament Square are of men.

A photo of artistic merit.



The themes over radio, television and podcastia over the next few months will be about the rise of women and the growing power of Gen Z. Specifically on the former, I foresee that Rebecca Traister will be a media guest with her 2016 book All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation. The book should have flown off the shelves with a Hillary win but sometimes these events don't align so perfectly.











Published March 1st, 2016

Tomorrow night I shall also attend a documentary of Kamala Harris with Democrats Abroad before we gather at Marylebone Sports Bar and Grill
Melcombe Place, London NW1 6JJ
 as the votes get counted. The viewing will be an all-night affair since we are five hours ahead of the east coast. This is gonna be history folks!


Taking place at The London School of Economics