Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Is the Ship Sinking? Yes.

Are We Drowning? No.

We Know How to Swim. They Don't.

Mural detail, Sunset pavilion, Asbury Park.


There was that moment, when Emmanuel Macron put his hand on Donald Trump's arm, that I knew the United States had lost its status as the leader of the free world.

I felt a twinge of regret. But of course Trump had already vacated that space.

I think I'm okay with us being just another large, bumbling player on a field largely controlled by smaller, more agile players - a soccer field, if you will, rather than a football gridiron. But now that the game has changed, we may need to make some adjustments to our comfortable old ways of doing things.

Meanwhile, Tesla is crashing and burning. On the road, the fascist trucks have been recalled because of defective design, and on Wall Street the stock is cratering. Even the combined efforts of Fox News and the White House seem unable to turn things around.

Will Elon Musk do any better running the country than he has done with Tesla? I doubt it.

The Rs are once again driving the country into a ditch, as they have done so many times in the past. Will the Ds be able to save us, as FDR did, or as Obama did?

Frankly, I doubt it. I think much of the damage will prove to be unfixable. We will emerge a smaller, poorer, very divided country, a country that has lost its cloak of moral authority, both abroad and at home. The cloak protected us from many of the consequences of our mistakes and sins. 

I do find it curious that the Rs, having spent most of my lifetime attacking the government, are shocked to discover that the cloak of moral authority is no longer there, and that people are very willing to say mean things about them or, if given the chance, to them.

How do I feel about all this? I think I'm okay. I lived through the Vietnam war, and I know there's a downside to being an imperial power.

And the imperial presidency brought us Watergate.

Maybe we should work a bit on humility.

Paintbrush on sidewalk, Asbury Park.


See also The Face of Fascism, Unleashing the Oligarchs, On the Art Museum Steps, Is It Shock and Awe, or Is It a Flash in the Pan? Little Karl, A World in Ruins.

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

What Caused the French Revolution?

It's Complicated.


You can't beat Marianne aux barricades, although the Delacroix painting is actually about a later revolution, in 1830. The painting was restored in 2023-2024, giving us more intense colors and finer detail. 

I kind of backed into writing this story. I had come across Robert Darnton's The Literary Underground of the Old Regime (1982) and was fascinated by the underground literature of the ancien regime, a great deal of which was quite vulgar, and most of which was illegal. (For more, see A World Without Newspapers.) 

This information immediately raised for me the question of what influence these scandal sheets had in bringing on the French Revolution.

I confess to being a dilettante when in comes to the eighteenth century. I vaguely remember my European history survey course in college - all I bring up for France is Louis XIV, the Enlightenment, the French Revolution, Napoleon. I'm sure there was more information in the course, but I don't remember it.

Well, actually I remember the War of Jenkins' Ear. Just the words, not the facts. What a silly name for a war. Alright, I just found some facts. The war was between Spain and Great Britain, and scholars are still arguing over why it was fought. But it was a war. And there may even have been an ear. 

And, coming back to France, I suppose I was guilty of the post hoc propter hoc fallacy - if Thing A precedes Thing B, then of course Thing A caused Thing B, and in this case the Enlightenment caused the French Revolution.

In my defense, the Enlightenment was a big deal - Locke, Montesquieu, Voltaire, Rousseau, and a lot of other names I don't remember. 

But what if the Enlightenment didn't cause the French Revolution? Maybe the scandal sheets were what inflamed the people of Paris, and many other places in France, and caused the Parisians to rise up and storm the Bastille on July 14, 1789. 

And that was about as far as I got until I read Professor Darnton's The Revolutionary Temper: Paris, 1748-1789, which just came out last year (2024). 

Here are my quick and undoubtedly biased takeaways: The creation of a pre-revolutionary situation in France involved a number of very different factors, which managed to interact in interesting ways - in the end it was one society, after all. 

We have an ossified regime, with an antiquated government structure and an antediluvian financial system, struggling to pay for a series of wars that are slowly bleeding the country dry. We have a nation of people who come to see how rotten things are at the top. Some of these people can afford to buy books, and learn about promising alternatives for reform. And this knowledge trickles down to a much larger audience in simpler form; this large audience also learns to despise the people running things, and has great fun talking about the private lives of those at the top of the heap.

I find Professor Darnton's story complicated, but compelling. He and other scholars have different opinions about which of the various causes are more, or less, important. But all the causes were present and interacting with one another; some of them were necessary, but I doubt anyone would argue that any one cause was sufficient. 

I find myself asking a slightly different question: Why didn't things collapse earlier, rather than when they did?

Finally, here's my elevator speech: Two ideas permeated French society and were primary drivers of the French Revolution. One: The bosses don't know what they're doing. Two: There is a better way. Bonus piece of advice for the people in charge: Try not to make everyone in your country hate you at the same time.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's go back to Louis XIV and look at his government and how it evolved - perhaps degenerated would be a better word - over the reigns of his two successors, Louis XV and Louis XVI.

Louis XIV

It appears that Louis XIV did not say, "L'etat, c'est moi." (The state, it is me.") But when he died in 1715,  he did bequeath an absolute monarchy to his heirs. The king's word was law. Everybody else worked for him, including the courts. 

Mr. XIV had succeeded in bringing the often fractious nobility to heel; his marquee tool was a large playground, the palace complex that he built at Versailles, just a little bit outside Paris. Think of it as Mar-a-Lago on steroids. He encouraged the nobles to spend time at his court rather than at their country estates, where it was harder to keep an eye on them. 

And he made a strong ally out of the Catholic church by, among other things, revoking the Edict of Nantes. A prior king, Henry IV, had grown tired of the incessant religious wars that had been tearing Europe to pieces for many years, and so he issued the Edict of Nantes in 1598, declaring that Protestants would be tolerated and hoping to stop the slaughter, at least in France. In 1685, the better part of a century later, XIV said the equivalent of Nevermind. 

Mr. XIV saw that a unified religious structure could support his own unified power, and so he turned France into, at least theoretically, an entirely Catholic country. This made France similar to Spain, where the Inquisition had regularly burned Protestant heretics at the stake, and very different from England, which became Protestant so Henry VIII could collect more wives, persecute Catholics, and carry out the very lucrative Dissolution of the Monasteries between 1536 and 1540.

Back in everyday France, the revocation of the Edict of Nantes meant that the government would persecute people who did not toe the Catholic line. Professor Darnton provides a vivid picture of what this oppression could look like on an individual level. This example is actually from the reign of Louis XV: "Francois-Jean, Chevalier de la Barre, was convicted of blasphemy and sacrilege in 1765. He had failed to take off his hat when a religious procession with the Eucharist passed by in a street in Abbeville, and according to a rumor, he and other feckless young men had desecrated a cross. ... He was condemned to have his tongue cut out, to be beheaded, and to have his body burned on a bonfire... ." In the end, the excision of the tongue was removed from the menu of butchery, but the rest of the sentence was carried out. (Darnton, Revolutionary Temper, p. 109.) 

Louis XIV did not have to worry about being harassed by firebrand politicians in the national legislature. There was no national legislature. One did exist in theory. It was called the Estates General, and consisted of three bodies - the clergy (First Estate), the nobility (Second Estate), and the commoners (Third Estate). The Estates General had not met since 1614. It was recalled in 1789 and played a pivotal role in the development of the Revolution, but for 175 years the only national legislative body in France was the king's body. 

By the end of XIV's reign, only the nation's parlements stood as a barrier to the monarch's arbitrary rule. I think the typical American may have heard of the British Parliament, and may even be aware of some of the ways it differs from the American Congress. And when the French word parlement comes up, there may be a tendency to assume that it is something like the Parliament that sits in London.

Such an assumption would be incorrect, although I certainly shared it before I started reading about the parlements in graduate school, about fifty years ago. I was studying medieval history, and I had become interested in the development of the French legal system, and particularly the emerging idea that you could appeal the decision of a local court to a higher authority.  Frankly, I had forgotten most of what I had learned back then. So I've had to cobble things together. Please forgive me if I get some details wrong. 

The French parlements were courts of law. Originally there was only one - the king's parlement, which traveled with the king. It acted as a court of appeals and dispensed the king's justice to those who were unhappy with the decisions of local courts. Eventually this parlement settled down in Paris and was called the Parlement de Paris. Over time, other parlements were formed in other parts of the country; the parlement for Brittany was located in the town of Rennes and called the Parlement de Rennes. 

As a logical extension of their legal work, the parlements were given the responsibility of making a record of the king's new laws, or edicts, as they came down from the crown. In time, the various parlements decided to share their reactions to some of these laws. They would write a note to the king, called a remonstrance, providing a critique of the legislation, and they would not register the new law on their books until they heard back from the king. This dance could go on for several rounds, but under the Bourbons in the eighteenth century, the king could always insist on registration. 

We can see here a law court attempting to perform some of the functions of a legislature, and as the century progressed, the parlements became increasingly popular, not just with the nobility who were trying to preserve their privileges, but also with the common people, who saw that there was at least one part of the government that would try to stand up to the crown when it went too far. 

The faith of the people in the parlements was well founded. In 1787 the Parlement de Paris demanded that the king call the Estates General, and thereby set in motion the events that led to the French Revolution (Darnton, p. 321). 

Louis XV

By the time Louis XIV died, he had lived so long that most of the people in his immediate line of succession were unable to mount the throne because they were dead. The king's court scrambled around and came up with a great-grandson, who had the defect of being only five years old. Louis XV had a kind of baby-sitter, known formally as a regent, for a number of years, and then ruled in his own right. (The regent, by the way, was a habitual drunkard.) 

It was a rocky road. The worst bump was undoubtedly the loss of the Seven Years War (1756-1763), known in Britain's American colonies as the French and Indian War. This is sometimes called the first world war; certainly it covered a lot of real estate. Among the highlights - Britain throws the French out of India, and also Canada, and secures its place in the sun as a global empire, placing France, the country of Louis XIV, the Sun King, in some serious shade. 

One downside that may not receive enough attention is the fact that the Seven Years War came about in the wake of something called the Diplomatic Revolution. France had been allied with Prussia and against Austria; in 1756 France shifted to Austria. Or at least the French government did. The people, having been trained for a very long time to see Austria as an inveterate enemy, did not alter their affections so lightly.  One of the victims of this situation was a 14-year-old girl named Maria Antonia. She was the youngest daughter of the empress Maria Theresa, and, as was a usual practice in the Europe of kings, she was shipped off to France to marry the French king's son, as a way of solidifying the new alliance. She changed her name to Marie Antoinette, but the French people remained suspicious, and when the occasion arose, they found it very easy to dislike her. 

Let us come back to Louis XV. People do try to find nice things to say about him - it seems he was fond of flowers, and got the Versailles gardeners to raise their game. But it's clear that, for most of his reign, he simply wasn't terribly interested in government - although he was ferocious in defense of his absolute power. 

In 1766, XV displayed that ferocity to the Parlement de Paris. The Parlement de Rennes, in Brittany, had been particularly aggressive in defending what Bretons perceived to be their rights, which of course Louis did not perceive at all. Some of the magistrates went to jail; others resigned in protest. The Parlement de Paris was strong in support of its Breton confreres, and XV called the Parisian parlementarians together in a meeting that has been called the "session of flagellation." "What has happened in my Parlement of Rennes" - to quote the king's speech - "does not concern my other parlements. I treated that court as it was important for my authority, and I do not owe an accounting to anyone. In my person alone resides the sovereign power; from me alone my courts derive their existence and their authority; the legislative power belongs to me alone, without any dependence and any division." (Darnton, p. 131.) 

Okay. Everybody take a deep breath.

XV seems to have been primarily interested in sex, although he also liked hunting. His two official mistresses, Madame de Pompadour and Madame du Barry, were only the tip of the iceberg. When XV contracted a serious case of smallpox in 1774, the government issued detailed reports on the progress of the disease, but did not address the question on everyone's mind: "How had Louis contracted the disease? Parisians wondered. By May 9, the answer circulated as a devastating on dit. [Literally 'one says,' or more colloquially, 'rumor has it.'] The king's procurers, aided by Mme du Barry, had come upon a lovely, sixteen-year-old peasant girl. They had the dirt scrubbed off her, dressed her enticingly, and served her to the king. Unknown to anyone, she had caught smallpox. She broke out with it on the day after her encounter with Louis and died three days later." (Darnton, p. 159.)

Louis XV died on May 10, 1774, and on May 12 was transported in a double lead coffin to the Basilica of St. Denis, the traditional resting place of French royalty. 

Louis XVI

In any country ruled by a monarchy that practices hereditary succession, the royal family may be seen as, among other things, a stud farm.  And so when Louis the Dauphin, or Heir Apparent, and Marie Antoinette got married in 1770, they were expected to produce children expeditiously, even though they were both only teenagers. 

Louis the Dauphin became Louis XVI in 1774, and the couple had their first child in 1778, eight years after their wedding. They went on to have a total of four children, but the damage was done. Rumor abhors a vacuum, and the stories multiplied like rabbits. 

One little ditty composed about this time went as follows: "It is well known that the poor Sire [Louis XVI] / Three or four times condemned / By the salubrious faculty [of medicine] / For complete impotence, / Cannot satisfy Antoinette. / Quite convinced of this misfortune, / Considering that his match stick is no bigger than a straw, / Always limp and always curved, / He has no prick, except in his pocket; / Instead of fucking, he is fucked." 

This poem was in a booklet that was printed well before the revolution but did not enter circulation until 1789. The authorities had managed to purchase the entire press run in London, but instead of destroying the booklets they stored them in the Bastille, where they were found and liberated after the Bastille fell. I suppose the people involved simply couldn't imagine the Bastille being overrun and occupied by a revolutionary nation in arms. (Darnton, p. 259.) 

On to the next topic.

Like his predecessor, Louis XV, Louis XVI did find it in himself to mount a ferocious defense of his absolute power. The peak moment came, again, in a controversy with the Parlement de Paris. In 1787, when the king sent along an edict authorizing loans to help pay for the government, the Parlement seemed unwilling to register it. The king then showed up for a complicated face-to-face with Parlement, and after much discussion ordered the edict to be registered. There was then a procedural objection - because of the way the meeting was conducted, it was argued that registration without a formal vote of Parlement might be illegal. The king's response was reported in a number of versions. Here's one that's particularly succinct: "It is legal because I want it." (Darnton, p. 327. In 1977, former president Richard Nixon said something similar to journalist David Frost: "Well, when the president does it ... that means that it is not illegal.") 

Beyond that, XVI seems to have been a pretty feckless king. His primary interest was apparently wine, but he also liked hunting. In his later years, in fact, hunting seems to have moved from being an escape to being an obsession

One observer found him, as Darnton puts it, "well-meaning but stupid, bewildered, incompetent, timid, indecisive, constantly drunk, and unfit even to govern a German principality." Ouch. Darnton's observer also said that the "public spirit" had turned against the king, adding that "he inspires no respect, no fear, no confidence." (Darnton, p. 258.)  

The Budget

Louis XVI did actually do some good things. For instance, in 1776 he hired a fellow named Necker to be his director of the royal treasury; and the next year he promoted him to director general of finances (Darnton, p. 176). 

Jacques Necker was the right guy for the job. He was an industrious Swiss banker who promptly jumped into the weeds - or perhaps the muck and mire - seeking to understand in detail what was going on. This was not a job for the faint of heart. It turned out that France had not one treasury but many. And they were often controlled by semi-autonomous officials who owned their offices. Necker slogged through, attempting to reform the system and eliminate abuses. Of course the status quo and the abuses had their constituencies, but he did make progress. (Pp. 176, 177, 183.) 

And then, in 1781, Necker produced his signature achievement: He published a unified budget (p. 181). 

This was a very big deal for two main reasons. First, as Darnton notes, the accounts of the separate treasuries "had never been integrated in a single budget." Second, and more importantly, this budget was shared with the general public. This had not happened before. As Darnton puts it, everybody knew, and had known for a long time, that "affairs of state were secret. They were the king's business, restricted to the king himself and his advisors." (Pp. 181, 183.)

No longer. Necker laid it out for the world, in black and white. It turned out that revenues exceeded expenditures by a comfortable margin, and he stated that the operating surplus was sufficient to pay outstanding debts, without additional taxes. He also suggested that this exercise in public education should be repeated every five years. (Pp. 182, 183, 185.) 

There was immediate criticism that Necker had underestimated the burden of the debt (p. 185). And perhaps he did. When France entered the American Revolution on the side of the Americans, Necker decided to support the war entirely by floating loans, and not by raising taxes (p. 183). (Lyndon Johnson did something similar with the Vietnam war and gave the nation a tenacious case of inflation.) Unfortunately, the Americans were unable to repay the loans in a timely manner during the 1780s. I suspect that this slow pay blew a big hole in Necker's budget projections. (The U.S. resumed regular payments on the debt in 1790, but by then France was in the middle of its own revolution.)  

Necker's report was a huge popular success, and it changed the relationship between the crown and its subjects, who now were getting information that might allow them to have informed opinions on things that had always been handled at higher pay-grades. (Pp. 181, 185, 188.)  

Naturally the defenders of the status quo went to work, and a few months after publication of his budget in 1781, Necker was fired, and the leeches he had scraped off the budget started to come back. (Pp. 186, 187.) 

I can't leave the subject of finance without a word about the Paris stock exchange, which puts me in mind of a Wild West saloon on a Saturday night. This chaotic, minimally organized, poorly supervised market for securities was delivering higher returns than those available from government bonds, thereby making the bond salesmen's life difficult. (Pp. 270, 274.) 

The returns in the stock exchange could, in fact, be eye-popping, as were the crashes. The trade in options was a particularly weak point. By 1785, things had gotten so bad that the government issued an official document concerning options, warning the gullible that options traders "set traps for the public trust in selling what one does not have, what one cannot deliver, what may not even exist." (Pp. 274, 278) 

People should have known better. Back in 1720, a huge and complicated stock bubble, largely engineered by a Scottish financier and professional gambler named John Law, collapsed and badly burned many wealthy Parisian families. This memory was still alive; but it seems the money to be made in the 1780s was simply too enticing. (Pp. 269-270.) 

The lure of the stock market was one more thing making the lives of those who were peddling government bonds just a bit more difficult.

The government's difficulty in selling new bonds continued to increase, and in 1786 a finance minister named Calonne had to inform the king that his government faced bankruptcy (p. 187). 

Things hit bottom in 1788, when the government announced something that deeply disturbed the wealthy bourgeois of Paris who had long helped to float the royal debt by putting their savings into annuities, or rentes, issued by the government. These rentiers received a fixed income from their investments, paid in cash. On August 16 the government announced that two-fifths of most rentes would be paid, not in cash, but in paper notes that, as a practical matter, could only be turned into cash at a heavily discounted rate. Darnton notes: "The state had declared partial bankruptcy." (P. 369.) 

In the terms of modern America, the government had announced that it was defaulting on the national debt.

Even the king realized this was a bridge too far; he recalled Necker. Necker found some money (he knew where to look), and the August 16 edict was rescinded (p. 376). But the damage was done. If you are currently collecting Social Security, imagine how you would feel if the government told you it was cutting your monthly payment in half. And then a few days later said Nevermind. If you're still working, imagine how you would feel if your management sent around a memo saying everybody below top management was getting a 50 percent salary cut. 

Public Discourse

I've long been a fan of Voltaire, and how he used humor to deftly disarm the people he was criticizing - a useful skill if you live in a world of absolute monarchs. I had been inclined to view this as the dominant mode of approach throughout the Enlightenment. But I have learned that Voltaire and the other philosophes were only a part of the public discourse during these years, that there was a significant body of popular literature that traded largely in personal scandal but had the effect of undermining the moral authority of the king and his court. And I have learned that humor was only one of several modes of approach in the public discourse of the time, and that as the Revolution approached, the overall mood darkened. During the 1780s, as Darnton puts it, "Laughter was giving way to anger, wit to moral indignation." (P. 235 and passim.) The J'accuse style had arrived in French discourse, a sure sign of the growing weakness of the monarchy. 

The Wow Finish

I suggested earlier that it's a good idea for kings and their hangers-on not to make everyone in your country hate you at the same time. I was not in a position to give that advice to Louis XVI. Perhaps someone else did, but in the end XVI did seem to have just about everybody against him. Certainly the weather was against him.

The wow finish started on July 13, 1788, when hailstones the size of eggs fell out of the sky in the Paris region, destroying crops and injuring cattle and humans who had the misfortune to be outdoors (p. 364). 

I was in a hailstorm once. We were at the Washington County Fair in upstate New York. It was a beautiful summer day, and there were many people. This was probably in the early 1950s, and I was perhaps five years old. Apparently word passed through the crowd that there was a hailstorm coming, and people sought shelter under the many open-sided tents, which became quite crowded. I don't remember any chaos, but then there was never any chaos when my grandmother was around. There was a folding card table next to one of the open-sided tents. She told me and my brother to get under the card table, which we did, and then she pushed herself into the edge of the crowd under the tent, standing where she could watch us. The sky darkened, and soon the hail was coming down. Squatting under the card table was like sitting inside a snare drum. I don't recall being scared, just fascinated. The storm didn't last long, and soon my grandmother was telling us we could emerge from our shelter. There was a carpet of hailstones everywhere. They were about the size of marbles. The sun shone, and in a few minutes, there were no hailstones; everything was wet for a while, but the sun shone on, and pretty soon just about everything was dry.

The hail in France was far more severe than what I experienced, and the effects were more long-lasting. The crop damage had an immediate effect on the price of bread in Paris (pp. 364-366). 

The price of bread was an extremely volatile flashpoint for the working people of Paris and their families. As Darnton puts it, "the poor often lacked adequate food, and they were haunted by the fear of dearth. Bread was the main ingredient of their diet. When he could find work, an unskilled laborer often made only 20 sous a day, supplemented by odd jobs picked up by his wife and children. A family of four normally consumed two four-pound loaves a day. During severe crises the price of one loaf reached 15 sous or more - and the family went hungry." (P. 171.) 

In 1775 a sharp increase in the price of bread had led to what is known as the Flour War (Guerre des farines) - rioting which began in the provinces but rapidly came to Paris (chapter 18). 

Louis XVI was a new king in 1775, having ascended the throne in 1774. Around this time, a trusted servant offered the king some advice about his subjects: "Sire, no matter what you do," he reportedly said, "you will never be loved by them as long as bread is expensive." (P. 168.) 

In 1788 the price of bread shot up immediately after the hailstorm, stayed high during the winter - the most brutally cold winter anyone could remember - and stayed high in the warm weather as people waited for relief from the summer harvest (p. 366, 378, 380, 403). 

Meanwhile, France's influence in Europe was waning. In August 1788, the Dutch Republic, which had been a French ally, formed an alliance with Britain and Prussia that was aimed primarily at Russia and Austria but also betokened the end of the sphere of influence that France had enjoyed in the Low Countries (p. 368). 

It's easy to overlook this obscure bit of diplomatic history. In the end, the Triple Alliance, as it was called, did not go to war with Russia and Austria, and the development of the French Revolution effectively scrambled previous balances of power as the crowned heads of Europe did their best to keep Louis XVI on the throne of France. 

But this little contretemps was a telling moment for France. The crown had committed large numbers of troops to the suppression of civil disorder, and of course it was effectively broke. So it was unable to respond to the challenge of the Triple Alliance; I don't think it's too much to suggest that, at this moment, France lost its standing as a great power. (See p. 368.) 

Back at home, on May 5, 1789, after a series of delays, the Estates General was finally called into session, and the monarchy started to lose its control of the government. And then, on July 14, 1789, the people rose up and stormed the Bastille, inaugurating the French Revolution. (Pp. 401-402, 435-437.) 

I'm going to stop here. I could go on. You don't want me to. It's not just the revolution, it's the whole history of France, with several restorations of monarchy between 1814 and 1848, two emperors (Napoleon Bonaparte and then Napoleon III of the Second Empire), Marshal Petain's fascist Vichy government during World War II, and five republics, as France oscillates between dictatorship and democracy. Then we could talk about how the ideas and tribulations of the revolution permeated the entire globe. But I promised I'd stop. 

What Does All This Mean for Us?

An absolute monarchy owns your body and expects to own your mind. We saw various regimes in the twentieth century that worked on this same principle, but, although they may have had better tools, the basic outline of repression traces directly back to Louis XIV, and behind that to the Inquisition developed by the Dominican Order while fighting the Albigensian Crusade in the Middle Ages. 

Donald Trump wants to be a king with absolute powers. He and Elon Musk are currently having a lovely time breaking things, which is what bulls do in china shops. They are going to do a great deal of damage. But in terms of actually governing, I think they're clueless. 

They don't seem to understand that the nation is not a herd of cattle. 

I think that things will not end well for them. But there will be a great deal of damage. They're such bastards, really.

Finally, let me end with a small thing. I got interested in the run-up to the French Revolution because I thought it had things to tell us about how to fight the information wars. This is probably not the most important thing to learn from this episode in French history, but I do think it's useful.

I had originally been attracted by Voltaire's use of humor. What I learned was that, as the Revolution came closer, humor fell out of favor. Denunciation - the famous J'accuse - became the dominant strain. 

And of course there were all the coarse stories -  both true and false - that did so much to undermine the ancien regime's moral authority. I've had a look at this, and I'm not going to do it. It's just not in me. But if others, with stronger stomachs, want to do it, I won't criticize them. Although I think an AI deepfake of Melania in an intimate embrace with a crocodile would be a bridge too far for me.

And, I will continue to look for humor through this increasingly dark glass that I have in front of me. I don't really have a choice. It's just me. Also, I think we all need some humor if we intend to survive what we are going through. 

So that's what I've learned. These lessons work for me, and I hope they're useful for you.


Above is a Louis d'or gold coin from 1788, picturing Louis XVI. Courtesy of the National Numismatic Collection, National Museum of American History. 

As I was trying to recall what I used to know about the early development of the French parlement, or parlements, I found myself consulting the Dictionary of the Middle Ages (13 volumes, 1982-1989). In volume 9  (1987, pp. 417-421) there is a very good article entitled "Parlement of Paris." Here is the last paragraph of that article: 

"Even though the Parlement of Paris never succeeded in achieving a truly national jurisdiction, it did play a central role in the life of the French nation. It had a special relationship with the king of France that none of the provincial Parlements ever had, and it was a national institution in a way that they could never be. Its very uniqueness makes it a difficult institution for the modern mind to grasp. The eminent French historian Ferdinand Lot has called the Parlement of Paris the most original institution of medieval France; certainly he was correct when he said there was nothing like it anywhere else." (P. 420.) 

See also Submerged Narratives, Where Have All the Grownups Gone? What Happened in Ferrara? Unsustainable Income Inequality, What Can Pierre Laval Tell Us About Donald Trump? The Cost of Delay, The Real Parallels Are With Weimar, Hans Fallada and the White-Collar Proletariat, Deja Vu All Over Again, The 800-Pound Gorilla in the Oval Office, Unleashing the Oligarchs.

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Musing on Mews

The Lure of the Littlest Alleys


Have a look at the little black gate in the picture above. What's behind it? This is what's behind it.


In Philadelphia this is called a mews. It's a block from Fitler square. I define a mews as a narrow service alley connecting to several buildings.

There are a lot of these little alleys in the area around Fitler square. There's a reason for that. Mews are an efficient way to provide rear or side access to houses or businesses that otherwise would not have it. In addition to residents and their contractors, they are popular with linemen stringing fiber-optic cable. They are also popular with fire fighters, who, in any remotely serious fire, are always looking for multiple angles of attack.

Access, however, is by foot. These mews are too narrow for a car, or a van, or a Ford F-350 pickup truck. 

Here's one that's a little closer to Rittenhouse square. It's the narrowest mews I know of. 


There's one that's almost this narrow in Old City, near Christ Church. It's called Grindstone Alley.

History of a Word

You may be wondering where the peculiar little word mews comes from. Here's the short version. The kings of England used to keep hawks for hunting. When moulting, or mewing, these creatures were not used for hunting and were kept in confinement in a mews, which I suppose we could also call a hawk coop. One day, King Henry VIII decided to build the royal stables (for horses) on the site of the royal mews (the hawks were moved to other accommodations). He also decided to call the new royal stables the royal mews. Hey, he was the king. 


Fast forward a few centuries to the arrival of motor vehicles. As the wealthy in cities like London abandoned their horses, a question arose: what to do with the stables behind the mansions, which generally contained not only housing for horses but also carriage houses for coaches and, upstairs, housing for the people who looked after the horses. All of this would be accessible by a small road, or perhaps driveway, leading to a street. The first answer was garages for cars; the second was to create a line of small houses. On this side of the Atlantic, you can see the result of this evolution in Greenwich Village's Washington Mews.

In Philly, the word mews is occasionally used for similar developments, but it is primarily used for the little alleys we have been talking about. How did that transition take place? I don't know, but I do have a guess.  Perhaps we owe it all to an imaginative real-estate agent who wasn't in love with the word alley, which after all does have a whiff of the utilitarian (think rotting garbage). The word mews, on the other hand, gives us England's royal pageantry, with horses clopping along pulling an antique coach and a monarch on the way to address the opening of Parliament. 

Meanwhile, back in Rittenhouse, here's a mews that actually seems to see regular foot traffic from the residents, making it a bit more like the mews in London. Note the side door in the left wall and the building in the background, in what appears to be a small courtyard at the end of the alley.


And here's a mews with some workmen just finishing up for the day. They're loading their truck, which is parked behind me on the street.

Not all mews are in great shape. The one below is next to the Good Karma cafe, across from the Goddard School. Much as I enjoy the greenery, it strikes me that this passageway is probably impassable.

Why would you let your second means of access, and egress, be blocked? I suspect it's another gift from the Bad Days, back when it looked a lot like Philadelphia was dying. And perhaps it was. People were certainly concerned about crime, and didn't want to offer the local burglars any more angles of attack than was absolutely necessary. And then there were the homeless people, who might see a nice cozy mews as a lovely place to bed down for the night. So let's make the mews impassable. 

Legal Entanglements

Changes like this can be irreversible. My understanding is that these mews are generally owned by the abutters, the people who live directly next to the mews. Each owner gives an easement for a few feet along the interior line of his lot. These chunks are added together to create a continuous pathway, and  the easement is granted to all the cooperating homeowners. 

If the mews is disused and possibly blocked, the next step is for one of the landowners to decide he's going to take back his piece of the pathway, extending his back yard and blocking the pathway with brick walls. 

Let me digress for a moment on the subject of crime. Yes, there was a war, back then. That war is over. There are still criminals and crime, most notably the porch pirates who steal packages from your front stoop.

Let's end on a more positive note. Above is a mews that extends all the way through the middle of a block, from one street to the next. If you look carefully, you can see a car in the next street. I have a feeling that a lot of the truncated mews we see started off like this, and then got whittled away.

However, I'm not one to spend a lot of time imagining a return to some golden age in the distant past. First of all, it's not going to happen. Second, using what has come down to us often creates some very interesting design problems - problems that can lead to new thinking. 

We aren't owned by the past, but we do need to deal with it. If we think that way, I think the future starts to become very interesting, and possibly quite a lot of fun.

See also Permeable Blocks, Streets Without Joy, Small Streets Are Like Diamonds, A Few Deft Touches for Back Streets.

Friday, March 7, 2025

The Troglodytes Showed Up

And, as Usual, They Had Nothing


Third street felt a lot like 11th street. That's not a compliment.

I've been to quite a few community meetings about bike lanes. The most recent, on Thursday, March 6, was held at the Old Pine Community Center at 401 Lombard street, between 6 and 7:30 pm. The topic was a bike lane running north on Third from South to Market, connecting with the east-west bike lanes on Pine and Spruce and also with the new bike lanes that will appear as part of the current reconstruction of Market street in Old City. This lane will improve bike travel for people who live in South Philly, or near the lane, and wish to travel on the Pine-Spruce bike lanes or any of the lanes heading further north. 

This is basically a no-brainer. I call it the genius of the one-lane street. Adding the bike lane will slim the overwide space for motor vehicles down to one lane and in the process substantially slim the exposed crossing for pedestrians. Opportunities for mayhem will be greatly reduced. This is good for motorists and pedestrians as well as  bicyclists.

A few years ago, there were several meetings about the 11th street bike lane. (See They Threw Rocks at Mayor Dilworth, Don't Tell Me That Peace Has Broken Out!) They were just like the Third street meeting: the people had slept late, and when they woke up they discovered a new world aborning, and they hated it.  And so we all got to sit through yet another remedial class.

By and large, these people never change their minds. Except there was one man on 11th street who did change his mind, and became a supporter of the bike lane.  Because he was a prominent businessman in the community, his shift did help a lot.

I'm not expecting that to happen on Third.

Anyway the 11th street lane - a two-way cycle track - did go in, it works just fine, and the surrounding neighborhood is doing just fine, thank you.

But the people on Third have probably never heard of the lane on 11th. It's remarkable how insular these pockets of opposition can be. Sometimes residents' opinion seems to depend on which side of the street they live on. We've certainly seen that on the 2100 block of Pine, where all the ringleaders of the opposition live on the north side of the street, next to the bike lane, which they are very fond of parking in.

I was a little tired when I got to the Third street meeting, which started at 6 pm. March 6 was a busy day for me. In the morning, I'd gone to City Hall for a City Council meeting, where three bike lane bills, along with many other bills, were up for final consideration. There was an extended public comment session before the votes were taken, with people commenting on various bills in a seemingly random order - I think people may have been called in the order in which they signed up to speak.

I confess my attention began to wander, and I was actually reading about Ukraine on my phone when a lady began to speak. For some reason I thought she was going to talk about bike lanes, but instead she started saying how happy she was with the louche circus currently playing in Washington. In addition, she thought that all the Democrats were corrupt criminals and suggested they should be locked up. She also seemed to despise immigrants. The City is attempting to find ways to help immigrants, particularly by educating them about their legal rights, so she may have been commenting on that effort. 

As the speaker finished and turned from the lectern, there was a beat of total silence. And then there was a loud, sustained chorus of boos. And then on to the next speaker.

Eventually we got to the voting. The three bike bills were for bike lanes on 13th, 22nd, and 23rd and were intended to improve Center City's connections to Temple University (bill #250006), the Fairmount neighborhood (bill #250005), and the Schuylkill Banks (bill # #250007). They all passed unanimously.

City Council approved the Third street bike lane quite some time ago (the mayor signed the bill - # 240670 - on October 22, 2024),  and the March 6 meeting was essentially a familiarization tour for the people who had just woken up. 

I find this late arrival thing annoying, but it almost always happens. Last October 15, in a last-ditch attempt to kill yet another bike lane bill, the Forces of Darkness even trotted out an actual dinosaur, former Daily News opinionist Stu Bykofsky. Here's a picture of him telling City Council's streets committee what to do. At least he didn't breathe fire.


Actually, he'd have to be a dragon to breathe fire. Stu Bykofsky is not a dragon. The bill passed out of committee unanimously and a few days later was approved by the full Council.

See also The State of Play on Pine-Spruce, Mayor Parker Signs No Parking Bill, Sweeping the Bike Lane, Defense Doesn't Win Wars, Living with Bikes.

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Is It Shock and Awe, or Is It a Flash in the Pan?

The Trump Administration Fizzles

Asbury Park, July 3, 2023.


Dear God, what a mess. They've had all this time to prepare, and this is all they've got? There's an old line in the infantry: No plan survives initial contact with the enemy.

So the Trumpies decided to conduct a full-frontal assault on the American people, choosing to simultaneously alienate as many of their constituents as possible. And when the people woke up and got angry, the geniuses running things had no backup plan. This is pathetic.


The U.S. president is looking small and lethargic, and perhaps depressed; his co-president is spinning like a top and may be having a nervous breakdown; the platoon of young storm troopers with laptops continues to send emails telling people they're fired, which is very stupid; the elected and appointed fascists are looking around and discovering that there is no exit.

And the president of France, having humiliated Trump in the friendly way that the French are so good at, will now create a new world order with Europe at its center. Putin did not see this coming. 

Charles de Gaulle would be very happy.

America will now go sit on a back bench.


See also Hope Hicks Is Sick, Reform in Head and Members, On the Art Museum Steps.

Sunday, February 23, 2025

On the Art Museum Steps

First Rocky, Now Ukraine


Philadelphia, Sunday, February 23, 2 pm. The Ukrainians are not happy with Donald Trump. After the speeches, they marched to City Hall.


I could say more, but I'm not going to. Here are four photographs.


I'll say one more thing. The typical Ukrainian is a reliable Republican voter.


See also We Will Not Let Them Down, A World in Ruins, Trump Is a Russian Agent, Echoes of the Spanish Civil War.

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

The Genius of the One-Lane Street

It Calms Traffic

2000 block of Spruce.


I'd like to take the adrenaline out of driving. Also the cortisol. Call me a dreamer. Imagine a low-stress commute. 

And I have a dandy tool ready to hand in Philadelphia - the one-lane street. As I've often said, "Put 'em in a cattle chute, and then they'll behave." And that's what a street with only one lane for moving motor vehicles does. I don't know anything else that works as well.

Pine and Spruce streets in Center City Philadelphia became one-lane streets when bike lanes were installed in one of the two lanes that had been devoted to moving motor vehicles. And yes, this change made these streets safer, less stressful, and more pleasant for everybody, and not just bicyclists.

To understand what Pine and Spruce streets were like before they sprouted bike lanes, all we need to do is walk over to neighboring Lombard street and have a look.

Lombard, the Last Two-Lane Street

Lombard runs westbound and is an access route for the South Street bridge and the Schuylkill Expressway; in operation it is basically a race track. Drivers are clearly shifting into interstate mode, performing the abrupt lane changes so dear to Nascar drivers, and occasionally, in their enthusiasm, jumping the curb. My block on Lombard street has lost, I believe, five trees in the last few years. Quite a few children live on the block, but no casualties to report so far.

Pine at 20th.


I think it's worth pointing out that this street was designed to produce precisely the effects that we see. The engineers were focusing on something called Level of Service (LOS) - basically, how many cars can you cram down this street in a given amount of time, and that meant speed. Speed above all, above human life. 

The term Level of Service did not show up until 1965. But it simply gave a name to what the engineers had been doing for a long time. Starting in the late 1960s, with the arrival of things like the U.S. Department of Transportation, the approach actually softened, but the focus remained on Level of Service. 

People had been concerned about the safety of motor vehicle traffic from the very first days of the car, but they weren't in the driver's seat. (See Peter D. Norton, Fighting Traffic: The Dawn of the Motor Age in the American City, 2008.) It wasn't until the arrival of the Vision Zero movement in recent years that a curious idea gained traction: Perhaps speed is not as important as safety. Shocking.

So at least the thinking has started to change. On the street in front of my house on Lombard street, not so much. Frankly, aside from the addition of a bunch of steel bollards to protect the sidewalk (this has been done by various residents and certainly not by the City) very little has changed in the configuration of the street here since I moved onto the block in 1984.

Meanwhile, on South Street

Meanwhile, South street, Lombard's eastbound partner, is a one-lane street for almost all its length, usually with cars parked at both curbs and one traffic lane down the middle. However, down by the South street bridge, one of the curbside lanes, which elsewhere would be a parking lane, is in fact a bike lane. 

So Pine and Spruce both have one parking lane and one bike lane and one motor-vehicle lane. And South has one motor-vehicle lane in the center of the street, and the curbside lanes are devoted to other uses. 

So why does Lombard have two motor-vehicle lanes for most of its length? Of the four blocks - Spruce, Pine, Lombard, and South - it is the only one that retains two motor-vehicle lanes.

Lombard at 22nd.


My question is further complicated by the fact that near the South street bridge, where you would expect the heaviest traffic on Lombard because the bridge is a magnet for cars, there is in fact only one lane for moving motor vehicles. The other two lanes are for parking, on the left curb, and a bike lane on the right curb. So if you can do that there, and if your three neighbor streets all have only one lane for moving motor vehicles, why aren't you eliminating the second motor vehicle lane east of 22nd?

Why Is One Lane Safer? 

Why is one traffic lane so much better than two? Because it reduces speeds and basically eliminates erratic lane changes. 

Let's take a look at a vivid recent example of how this plays out. Dr. Barbara Friedes, a pediatric oncologist at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, was killed on Spruce street last July 17. 

The driver who killed her, Michael Vahey, swung out of the traffic lane, which was apparently congested, and into the bike lane, which was protected only by plastic flex posts. He put his pedal to the metal, drove over the flex posts, and was apparently going more than 50 mph when he hit Dr. Friedes from behind. It's highly possible that she was unaware she was about to die until he hit her. 

Vahey was performing his special version of a traffic maneuver that drivers perform all the time on multilane streets and highways: jump to the left or the right, depending on where you're starting, and then stomp on the accelerator. It's called passing. Such a maneuver can be performed safely, but safety requires caution and a high level of situational awareness, two things that are not always present in a motorist.

Tree pit, Lombard street.


Denying the motorist a second, or passing, lane will largely eliminate this behavior. It also will reduce average speeds of motor vehicles on the street, because, on a one-lane street, the fastest speed is set by the slowest driver. There's no way around someone who's driving the speed limit. On a multilane street, the fastest speed is set by the fastest driver - the Barney Oldfield of the crew.

I do understand the attraction of driving fast. I was a boy in America in the fifties and the sixties. I read Road & Track and Car & Driver. Among my childhood heroes were Dan Gurney, Stirling Moss, and Juan Fangio. My father, on the other hand, was partial to - yes - Barney Oldfield, and also Wilbur Shaw.

I have said goodbye to all that. Others still cling to the romance of the open road. I think they need to be guided gently onto the paths of righteousness by appropriate design of our streets. 

South at 15th.


See also Defense Doesn't Win WarsRunning of the Bulls on Lombard Street; Willoughby Avenue, Fort Greene, BrooklynIs It a Curve or Is It a Turn?

Thursday, February 6, 2025

We Will Not Let Them Down


Independence Hall, Philadelphia.


On a Wednesday in late January, Lois and I didn't have anything to do at the same time. We thought there might be an anti-ICE demonstration in front of the Custom House at 2nd and Chestnut, so we hopped on a bus and rode across town.

The trip down Chestnut reminded me of the old days of Tuesdays with Toomey, when a small but intrepid crew would gather in front of the Custom House - a fortress guarded by heavily armed federales - and called on Senator Toomey to repent and do penance for his many sins. This went on weekly for years, and at some point we became a popular venue for politicians and activists to come and speak. John Fetterman came, as I recall, several times. I liked him. Back then.

At any rate, nothing was going on at the Custom House, so we found ourselves walking over to the Visitor Center on Independence Mall. Initially the idea was simply to get warm, but then we thought maybe we'd try for the Liberty Bell. The lady behind the desk was very happy to see us. It was a slow day, and both the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall were available right then. This is not what it's like in the summer.

So we walked across the street to the Liberty Bell pavilion, and as we walked past the explanatory panels that led to the bell, we wondered what kind of rewrite the fascists would come up with. Surely Martin Luther King would have to go.

When we came to the bell I reminded Lois about Bob Llewellyn, a photographer I worked with on several picture books. When Bob and I had showed up at the bell, Bob did what he usually did - look for something new to say. Eventually he stepped over the rope line and lay down under the bell. This was okay because I had secured a photo permit, and we even had a minder who ran interference with the guards. 

Bob lying under the bell didn't work, but then he had another idea, and I wound up under the bell holding a light that sprayed photons out through the bell's crack. Not actually a great picture, but the symbolism was fabulous.

Lois and I loitered for a few moments, just spending some time with the bell, and then we moved on, crossing Chestnut street. And going into a tent next to Independence Hall, which naturally contained metal detectors. We passed security with flying colors for the second time that day (the Liberty Bell pavilion also has metal detectors) and then sidled out through another set of tent flaps into the park behind Independence Hall. Here there were benches, where we waited for a few minutes along with about a dozen other tourists. It was quite windy, and a number of tarpaulins were making snapping sounds in the wind.

The sound put me in mind of going sailing on a windy day. I mentioned to one of the park rangers that it was the kind of day that a sailor had to be careful not to lose a spinnaker. She asked me what a spinnaker was. I told her it was a big and rather unwieldy sail that you most effectively deployed when the wind was directly behind you, and that a sudden gust from an unusual angle on a windy day could rip the spinnaker right off the sailboat and send it flying over the water. Then you needed to go chase it and bring it home and get it ready for the next time.

The ranger liked the story and also turned out to be our guide. The tour group before us was just exiting through the rear door of Independence Hall, and so it was time for us to form up and go inside.

Neither Lois nor I had been inside the hall for a long time, but we were quite familiar with the history, and I, for one, was prepared to be mildly bored. The guide surprised me, though, and sprinkled her story with a number of anecdotes that were new to me. And when she came to Benjamin Franklin's comment about "a republic, if you can keep it," I found the old anecdote unexpectedly moving, and I understood why we had come to this place on this day.

Afterwards Lois asked the guide if all the guides gave the same presentation, and she said all the guides prepared their own presentations, and we could come back tomorrow, have a different guide, and have a very different experience.

Lois then asked the guide if she and her colleagues were concerned that the new administration might provide them with a required script. She smiled and said, "We're taking it one day at a time."

See also Second and Chestnut, Citizens of the Planet, Syria and Queen Anne's War, W. Only Second Worst.

Saturday, February 1, 2025

A World Without Newspapers

What Would that Look Like?


I've spent my whole life reading newspapers, but recently I've found myself moving away from that daily habit. I definitely miss them, but perhaps it would be better to say I didn't leave them. They left me, or are in the process of doing so.

There are different kinds of newspapers, of course. The ones I'm talking about dealt in facts and opinion, and the facts were worth knowing. But I think that newspapers like this - bureaucratic newspapers, if you will, with staffs that included copy editors, fact-checkers, and proofreaders - will soon be a thing of the past. 

(True story. A fact-checker for a magazine - not me - asks a writer, "Is this what he actually said?" Writer responds, "Well, it's what he would have said if I'd asked him.")

What will our world look like without the bureaucratic newspapers? Well, it turns out that newspapers haven't been around that long, so I thought it might be interesting to have a look at what things were like before newspapers. Maybe that old world can tell us something about the world after newspapers.

France Before the Revolution

Years ago I read Robert Darnton's The Great Cat Massacre (1984). I think it's my favorite book about France in the years before the Revolution, which are sometimes called the Old Regime. The title essay of this book is about a printing shop in Paris, so I should not have been surprised to learn that Professor Darnton had also written a whole book about the publishing industry in France before 1789: The Literary Underground of the Old Regime (1982). 

And here was a world without newspapers. What did it look like? It is a world that is less foreign than I care to admit.

France at that time was a large, powerful bureaucratic state ruled by a very powerful king who did, from time to time, have to take into account the concerns and wishes of the church and the nobility, and occasionally even the common folk.

As for newspapers, Darnton tells us: "... 'news' as we know it did not exist in the Old Regime. At that time the French had no 'news' papers, only journals that circulated by virtue of royal privileges, which were restricted by censors to nonpolitical subjects, and which therefore could not afford to mention anything that would give offense in Versailles." (Darnton, Literary Underground, p. 143.) 

This situation contrasts dramatically with what happened as the French Revolution got into gear in 1789: "At least 250 genuine newspapers were founded in the last six months of 1789, and at least 350 circulated in 1790." (Darnton, p. 221, footnote 89.) 

How did that happen? The newly legal newspapers built on a vibrant history of illegal underground publishing. Darnton explains how this worked: "The French got their uncensored news or nouvelles from rumor. Specialists called nouvellistes gathered in certain parts of Paris - under the 'tree of Cracow' in the gardens of the Palais Royal, for example - to communicate nouvelles. When they consigned their gossip to writing, they produced nouvelles a la main. And when these manuscript gazettes were printed, they became chroniques scandaleuses - a genre that stands halfway in the process by which archaic rumor-mongering developed into popular journalism." Nouvellistes who continued to spread their news the old-fashioned way - by word of mouth - were called nouvellistes de bouche. Think Rush Limbaugh. (Darnton, pp. 143, 203.) 

And then there were the libels, or libelles. "These were violent attacks on individuals who commanded positions of prestige and power as ministers, courtiers, or members of the royal family. They resembled chroniques scandaleuses in their emphasis on scandal, but they also had political 'bite.' They probed the sensitive area where private decadence became a public issue, and by slandering eminent individuals, they desecrated the whole regime." (Darnton, p. 145.) 

In the France of the Old Regime, the people in the street (including, perhaps, a younger Madame Defarge) did not participate in politics, an activity that was reserved for the royal court and the king. So they got to watch the politics of the court as a kind of spectator sport. And court politics were themselves primarily about personalities and not policy, so there was a steady stream of slander emanating from the court, which made good copy for the scandal sheets. (Darnton, pp. 144, 202-204.) 

And then came the Revolution, and the scandal sheets became legal.

Are We Heading Backward?

After reading a whole book about slime, I come away grateful that, at least during most of my lifetime, I had access to newspapers that cared about facts and dealt with policy as well as personality.

It strikes me that we are in the process of sliding back to a world that, with a few major differences, looks a lot like France before the Revolution. The slime today is legal, but it serves the same purpose, and it is effective.

Of course, what is under attack is not a fading monarchy, but the very idea of democracy. There is an irony here - tools used to help bring democracy to France are now being used to destroy democracy in the United States, and really wherever democracy still exists.

One of the bulwarks of democracy has been a free press, but it is clear that the press is rapidly becoming unfree. Without a free press, where do we go to talk about ways not to slide back into the primordial slime? 

The nice thing about oligarchies is that they are unstable - the egos of the oligarchs prevent them from agreeing with one another on things like "Who is the fairest one of all?" I think that chink in their armor may give us just enough space to use the internet as our Tree of Cracow. (And, yes, nobody seems to know why it was called the Tree of Cracow, although speculation abounds. I find this somehow appropriate.) 

The internet - like the printing press - is a neutral medium, or tool. It can be used for good as well as for evil. Substack and Bluesky give me hope that I may be right. 

But it's not enough just to chat online. To paraphrase Joe Hill: "Don't mourn, organize!" 

If you want to know a lot more about the developing pre-revolutionary situation in France in the eighteenth century, have a look at Robert Darnton, The Revolutionary Temper: Paris, 1748-1789 (2024)

See also I Found a Picture on a Wall, Unleashing the Oligarchs, A World in Ruins, Campaign Poster Number Four, The Face of Fascism, Hans Fallada and the White-Collar Proletariat, As the Tide Goes Out, Submerged Narratives, Where Have All the Grownups Gone?

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Can Open Streets Go Year-Round?

Pretty Nearly.

Open Streets: West Walnut did so well in September that it came back for encore performances on December 8 and 15. 

And yes, Virginia, there was even a Santa Claus planted directly in the middle of Walnut Street.


And there was chalk.


Here are some children not playing chess but playing with chess pieces and having a lively time.


As was a smaller child who happily found her own way to play beanbag.  


As is normal at Christmas time, the engine behind the celebration was commerce. Will the people come out? Definitely. Will they go into the stores and buy stuff? It seems so, but we need to wait for the numbers.


Meanwhile, on 18th street, we have people watching TV. They had been watching Frosty the Snowman, but now they appear to be enjoying a break with some wallpaper. Later, I'm told, there was a broadcast of the Eagles-Steelers game. The Steelers lost 27-13. 


And here we have one of the area's major attractions, the beer garden that stands on the remains of three nineteenth century buildings that were looted and burned during the George Floyd disturbances in 2020. The beer garden appears to be quite successful all the time, but the Open Streets were definitely special.

Violence was not far away this year. On the afternoon of Friday, December 13, a gunfight broke out at Philadelphia's Christmas Village, near the ice skating rink in Dilworth Park, next to City Hall, leaving three people wounded, one shot in the face.

Another, more distant reminder of the fragility of civilization came on December 20, when a man drove a BMW SUV into the crowds at the Christmas Market in Magdeburg, Germany, killing five people, including a nine-year-old child, and injuring at least 235 others.

The police presence at the December Open Streets: West Walnut was decidedly more muted than it had been in September. Large police vehicles had blocked vehicular access to the open streets in September; in December they were replaced by smaller vehicles belonging to the Center City District, which actually managed to look friendly. As I've often said, security should be effective and unobtrusive. But too often what we get is obtrusive and ineffective. I think the Center City District is headed in a good direction.

Nevertheless, there were still quite a few cops standing around. They generally looked bored but alert, a good frame of mind for sentry duty. One of the things they were watching with some care was a group of remarkably non-intimidating people walking a circular, or perhaps oval, picket line in front of Starbucks.

As a paid-up member of the Democratic Socialists of America, I was well aware of the ongoing strikes against Starbucks and Amazon, and after I finished taking the strikers' picture, I joined the picket line and walked the circle for a bit.

See also Open Streets: West Walnut, The Lady on Stilts.