Colleen Cavanaugh: Precious offspring in my Yard
Male black swallowtail butterfly
The soft cooing of a mourning dove greets me. My eyes open as light slips between the slats of the blinds. The room brightens. The cats playfully pounce on my feet as I try to burrow deeper under the blanket. If I don’t feed them soon, their attacks will grow in ferocity, so I bound out of bed.
Throwing on my favorite jeans and a blue and white flannel shirt, I walk to the kitchen and feed Ollie and Lilly, finally appeasing their relentless mewing. As they eat, I pour a cup of steaming coffee into my to-go mug and I happily march outside to my garden.
“See you later, cats,” I call.
My coffee is hot and a little bitter, but that doesn’t matter. The sky is brightening. With a relaxed sigh, I bend over and peek at emerging seedlings. As I shamelessly congratulate myself on each garden victory, I am gleefully chattering aloud. Thankfully, only the birds can hear me. This is my spring ritual.
Later in the day, I carefully guide a young rosemary seedling into a fiery red pot, introduce a sage plant to a mustard yellow pot with green horizontal stripes, and tuck a delicate-leafed thyme into a brightly patterned blue and white checkered pot. I then sprinkle dill seeds into the soil of an old jade green pot that I found buried in a corner in my shed.
I happily arrange the haphazard pot display just outside the vegetable garden along the wooden fence. The juxtaposed colored pattern, a virtual 3-D representation of a Mondrian painting, seems to bounce and shout in the sun, beckoning the warm rays to join in a dance of photosynthesis. I am proud of my herb garden. The rosemary, sage and thyme come to life.
The dill flourishes — ethereal with its green fronds creating an intricate blanket of lace.
Over the years I have obsessively collected more pots than I needed through yard sales, gifts from friends and serendipitous purchases. Their bright colors, assurances of fertility promotion and promises of culinary conquests still seduce me.
This morning, during my habitual inspection, I spot several small, wiggling insects crawling among the dill. The closer I get and the more intensely I peer, the more green worms I see crawling. Concerned that these invaders would ravage my dill, I pluck a few out and squish them.
A day or two later at a community farm where I volunteer, I mention my new find to my friend Sheila. I often seek her help with my gardening questions.
“Sheila, I found dark green worms all over my dill this morning. I’m not sure what they are but they’re voraciously eating my dill.”
Sheila quietly shifts her focus to me from the tomatoes she is planting, raising her bushy, caterpillar-like gray eyebrows in consternation.
“Those are probably larvae of the black swallowtail butterfly,” she says matter of factly.
I am mortified but also relieved that I had not disclosed the details of my heartless killing spree to Sheila. I know this species of butterfly, whose males have exquisite black wings with small yellow and blue markings. My gardens have always been blessed with the flurry of monarchs and black swallowtails filling the sky. It’s a sight I rejoice in, and now I am saddened by my carelessness .
Returning home, I dutifully rush to the dill pot and carefully examine the remaining caterpillars. It’s as if a veil has been lifted and only now can I truly see the intricate markings of these enchanting insects. They are adorned with black, green, yellow and white horizontal stripes.
Fortunately, many are still crawling on, and chomping at, the dill. Over the next few days, I monitor them closely and am amazed at how quickly they grow but at the same time, a little saddened by how rapidly my dill is diminishing. My luscious dill is now a pot of spindly, naked stalks. Still, I feel protective of the caterpillars. I count them daily and am heartbroken when I realize their numbers are dwindling.
I diligently research the black swallowtail (Papilio polyxenes) and discover it also eats parsley. Apparently the larvae and caterpillars consume the greens of the Apiaceae family, which include carrots, dill and parsley.
And so, as the dill disappears, I gently pick up each caterpillar and transport it reverentially across the garden to my bed of parsley, placing each of them on a different parsley leaf or stem. I perform this parade of salvation many times, coaxing the caterpillars in a quiet, soothing voice, confident that I could save their population.
“Come with me, little Baxter.”
“Wait until you see what I have for you, sweet Penny.”
“Oh yes, my little Katie. You will be so happy.”
I named each of them, hoping that my silly anthropomorphic greetings will encourage their survival. I am more than eager to share my parsley with them, especially if this sacrifice could save my new friends.
However, over the next several days, the parsley remains untouched. The caterpillars continue to disappear and soon there are none.
Over the next month, the garden flourishes. Neighbors stop to comment on the beautiful allium and iris in the spring. The scent of lavender soon fills the air. Roses and clematis climb rickety trellises. I have planted many pollinators and native plants so that the bee and butterfly populations grow exponentially. rickety trellises.
In August, the dahlias start to bloom, and so there is an additional exuberance of color emerging along the driveway.
One day in early September, on a return trip from the grocery store, I notice a small black swallowtail on the driveway. I hurriedly place my grocery bags down and rush over to examine the tiny insect. It is barely moving its wings. I know it is injured. I gently pick it up and place it amongst a bed of zinnias. I can only hope that it will survive.
Later in the day, when I return to the yard to search for the butterfly. I find it motionless. Its beautiful wings lie still in the garden. I gingerly cradle its lifeless form and carry it to my study. Every day I open the small wooden jewelry box I have placed it in.
I wondered if the butterfly remembered me and had returned home to die.
Maybe it was one of the caterpillars I had transported across the yard with my silly, affectionate whispers. Maybe it was Penny or Katie. Now it is an integral part of the story of my home. Over time, its color fades, its fragile wings fall apart and one day I cannot find it.
The following spring, I plant butterfly weed, Joe Pye weed, ironweed and many other perennials I know butterflies are attracted to. In the summer, when I sit quietly in my Adirondack chair in the middle of my garden, I can see beautiful monarchs and swallowtails, hovering over flowers, drinking nectar and filling my home with their beauty. Each year the garden grows larger, colors are more vibrant and I see the gently beating wings of the precious offspring of the Baxters, Katies and Pennys from years ago.
Colleen Cavanaugh, of Bristol, R.I., is a obstetrician and gynecologist in private practice, a writer and a former ballet dancer. She recently completed her first novel, Astral Ballerinas.
Colleen Cavanaugh © 2025
‘Porous boundaries’
From Linda Leslie Brown’s show “Circulations,’’ at Kingston Gallery, Boston, through April 27.
The gallery says:
“{Boston-based} Linda Leslie Brown’s sculptures explore the transformative exchanges between nature, objects, and the viewer’s creative perception. Her works are rich with allusions to the body, while simultaneously evoking a new, transgenic nature—one where corporeal and mechanical entities merge and recombine. The sculptures suggest a world that is both fluid and uncertain, where the boundaries between organic and synthetic are porous and ever-shifting.’’
Finally, Mass. South Coast passenger trains again!
An MBTA train heads toward Boston from its New Bedford station.
Adapted from Robert Whitcomb’s “Digital Diary,’’ in GoLocal24.com
The MBTA’s South Coast Rail is finally providing service between Boston, Fall River and New Bedford. As people get used to it, it will take more and more cars off the roads over the next few years and will help trigger economic development and housing construction in the two cities, which could sorely use it.
The South Coast had passenger-train service until the ‘50s, when America’s excessive dependence on cars, compounded by the start of the Interstate Highway System and a generalized government neglect of public transportation, led to its demise. Now it’s catchup.
But the $1 billion South Coast project has taken decades to get done, largely because of short-sighted nimbyism.
Consider that the construction took much longer and cost a lot more because local foes fought the most direct route, which would have involved carefully cutting through a swamp via an old rail-line route that was used until the ‘50s. Opponents cited rare turtles and salamanders. But it stretches credulity that a rail line (much narrower than a highway) would have posed much of a problem to these creatures if a proposed trestle bridge and other adjustments had been made to the swamp route to protect wildlife.
Of course, multilane roads do far, far more damage to wildlife, via vehicles running them over, air pollution, runoff from oil, gasoline and other vehicle liquids, and global warming, than trains do. And having to go in a zigzag route added 20 minutes to the South Shore to Boston trip, making it less competitive with cars.
It’s no secret that it has become outrageously easy in litigious America for small groups to block big projects for years, although they are manifestly in the general public interest. You can never please everyone. Government needs boosted eminent-domain and other powers to move faster.
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Speaking of traffic, a study has confirmed what I have long suspected: Our ever-increasing traffic density can be blamed in part on the popularity in America of huge, gas-guzzling SUVs, in addition to a growing population, lousy public transit, and sprawl development.
Researchers looking at traffic in Minneapolis-St. Paul found that SUV popularity reduced the capacity of highway lanes by 9.5 percent between 1995 and 2019.
Further, while SUV drivers perceive themselves to be safer than in less, er, formidable vehicles, they are big killers of the pedestrians and people in small cars they crash into. One might also note SUV’s high profiles combined with blinding LED headlights serve to blind drivers coming from the opposite direction.
Whatever! Americans love big cars and go deep into debt to drive them. For that matter, they like big in general when they can afford it – including huge houses.
How to win and lose
“Mrs. (Isabella Stewart) Gardner in White’’ (1922), by John Singer Sargent.
“Win as though you were used to it, and lose as if you like it.’’
— Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840-1924), American art collector, philanthropist, and patroness of the arts. She founded the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, in Boston, which has a spectacular collection, though slightly less so after the world’s greatest art theft, in 1990. Its perpetrators have not been caught.
The art of data
“ComplexCity” (detail), by John Simon Jr., in the group show “Data Infused,’’ at the University of Connecticut Contemporary Art Galleries, Storrs, Conn.
— Courtesy of the artist
The curator explains:
“Data Infused’’ showcases seven artists who use data as both a design material and a medium for creative expression. Moving beyond data visualization, these artists explore data's potential in artistic storytelling, transforming raw information into tangible art forms. By doing so, they reimagine data's role, emphasizing its cultural, social and artistic significance.
“The participating artists bridge traditional art practices such as drawing, printmaking, painting, sculpture, performance, and sound, with innovative digital techniques. These include custom code, algorithms, Artificial Intelligence (AI), CNC and laser etching, digital photography, and pen plotting. Their work is displayed through a wide array of media; including digital monitors, NFTs, murals, photography, sculptures, public art, and painted or printed surfaces. Data Infused will include a sampling of some of their artistic processes, offering audiences a deeper understanding of how data is transformed into unique creative outputs.’’
Joelle Rollo-Koster: Pope Francis has urged deep and sometimes painful engagement with History and politics
Pope Francis on April 25, 2017, when he gave a TED talk.
From The Conversation (except for image above)
Joëlle Rollo-Koster is a professor of Medieval history at the University of Rhode Island
She does not work for, consult, own shares in or receive funding from any company or organization that would benefit from this article, and has disclosed no relevant affiliations beyond their academic appointment.
KINGSTON, R.I.
In January 2025, while doing research at the Vatican archives, I heard Pope Francis’s Sunday prayers in St. Peter’s Square. The pope reflected on the ceasefire that had just gone into effect in Gaza, highlighting the role of mediators, the need for humanitarian aid, and his hope for a two-state solution.
“Let us pray always for tormented Ukraine, for Palestine, Israel, Myanmar, and all the populations who are suffering because of war,” he concluded. “I wish you all a good Sunday, and please, do not forget to pray for me. Enjoy your lunch, and arrivederci!”
A few weeks later, Francis was admitted to the hospital, where he remained for more than a month, receiving treatment for double pneumonia.
In those weeks of uncertainty, I thought back to the pope’s words that Sunday afternoon. They encapsulate Francis’ image: a spiritual leader using his influence to try to bring peace. He is also a down-to-earth man who wishes you “buon appetito.”
Francis does not fear addressing contemporary politics, unlike many of his predecessors. And some popes have closed their eyes to not just current events but past ones: learning and history that threatened their vision of the church.
As a medievalist, I appreciate Francis’ contrasting approach: a religious leader who embraces history and scholarship, and encourages others to do the same – even as book bans and threats to academic freedom mount.
Infamous index
For 400 years, the Catholic Church famously maintained the Index Librorum Prohibitorum, a long list of banned books. First conceived in the 1500s, it matured under Pope Paul IV. His 1559 index counted any books written by people the church deemed heretics – anyone not speaking dogma, in the widest sense.
Even before the index, church leaders permitted little flexibility of thought. In the decades leading up to it, however, the church doubled down in response to new challenges: the rapid spreading of the printing press and the Protestant Reformation.
The Catholic Counter-Reformation, which took shape at the Council of Trent from 1545-1563, reinforced dogmatism in its effort to rebuke reformers. The council decided that the Vulgate, a Latin translation of the Bible, was enough to understand scripture, and there was little need to investigate its original Greek and Hebrew version.
Bishops and the Vatican began producing lists of titles that were forbidden to print and read. Between 1571-1917, the Sacred Congregation of the Index, a special unit of the Vatican, investigated writings and compiled the lists of banned readings approved by the pope. Catholics who read titles on the Index of Forbidden Books risked excommunication.
In 1966, Pope Paul VI abolished the index. The church could no longer punish people for reading books on the list but still advised against them, as historian Paolo Sachet highlights. The moral imperative not to read them remained.
The title page of a version of the Index Librorum Prohibitorum, published in 1711. National Library of Slovenia/Drw1 via Wikimedia Commons
Historian J.M de Bujanda has completed the most comprehensive list of books forbidden across the ages by the Catholic Church. Its authors include astronomer Johannes Kepler and Galileo, as well as philosophers across centuries, from Erasmus and René Descartes to feminist Simone de Beauvoir and existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre. Then there are the writers: Michel de Montaigne, Voltaire, Denis Diderot, David Hume, historian Edward Gibbon and Gustave Flaubert. In sum, the index is a who’s who of science, literature and history.
Love of humanities
Compare that with a letter Francis published on Nov. 21, 2024, emphasizing the importance of studying church history – particularly for priests, to better understand the world they live in. For the pope, history research “helps to keep ‘the flame of collective conscience’ alive.”
The pope advocated for studying church history in a way that is unfiltered and authentic, flaws included. He emphasized primary sources and urged students to ask questions. Francis criticized the view that history is mere chronology -– rote memorization that fails to analyze events.
In 2019, Francis changed the name of the Vatican Secret Archives to the Vatican Apostolic Archives. Though the archives themselves had already been open to scholars since 1881, “secret” connotes something “revealed and reserved for a few,” Francis wrote. Under Francis, the Vatican opened the archives on Pope Pius XII, allowing research on his papacy during World War II, his knowledge of the Holocaust and his general response toward Nazi Germany.
In addition to showing respect for history, the pope has emphasized his own love of reading. “Each new work we read will renew and expand our worldview,” he wrote in a letter to future priests, published July 17, 2024.
Today, he continued, “veneration” of screens, with their “toxic, superficial and violent fake news” has diverted us from literature. The pope shared his experience as a young Jesuit literature instructor in Santa Fe, then added a sentence that would have stupefied “index popes.”
“Naturally, I am not asking you to read the same things that I did,” he stated. “Everyone will find books that speak to their own lives and become authentic companions for their journey.”
Citing his Argentine compatriot, the novelist Jorge Luis Borges, Francis reminded Catholics that to read is to “listen to another person’s voice. … We must never forget how dangerous it is to stop listening to the voice of other people when they challenge us!”
When Francis dies or resigns, the Vatican will remain deeply divided between progressives and conservatives. So are modern democracies – and in many places, the modern trend leans toward nationalism, fascism and censorship.
But Francis will leave a phenomenal rebuttal. One of the pope’s greatest achievements, in my view, will have been his engagement with the humanities and humanity – with a deep understanding of the challenges it faces.
Colorful and Threatened necrophiliac
Female American Burying Beetle.
Excerpted and edited from an ecoRI News article by Frank Carini.
Series note: The region’s collection of native species is under threat on several fronts, most notably from humanity’s shortsightedness. Humans aren’t giving the natural world the space it needs and deserves. We’re crowding out non-human life, which, in turn, makes nature less productive and us less healthy. Wild New England examines the animals and insects most at risk.
The American Burying Beetle, thanks to the efforts a decade ago by third-graders at St. Michael’s Country Day School in Newport, is Rhode Island’s state insect. The students’ effort helped raise awareness about this orange-spotted insect with an interesting occupation.
After sniffing out a freshly dead animal from up to 2 miles away, the rare beetle, whose continued existence is listed as threatened, joins a mate in burying the carcass, stripping it of fur or feathers, rolling it into a ball, and covering it in oral and anal fluids to preserve it as a shelter and food source for the pair’s litter of larvae.
Nicrophorus americanus, the largest carrion beetle in North America, is native to at least 35 states and the southern borders of three eastern Canadian provinces.
When the cold rains killed the spring
— Photo by W.carter
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), in A Moveable Feast, his memoir of his days as a young man in Paris.
“A Rainy Day in Boston” (1885), by Childe Hassam (1859-1935).
Essence of mountain
“Cannon (Mountain) Abstract’’ (oil on canvas), by Kim Drucker Stockwell, at the Gallery at WREN, Bethlehem, N.H., in her joint show with Kristine Lingle, “Vistas and Visions,’’ through April 25.
The gallery says:
“This exhibition of northern landscapes will evoke calm, peace and contemplation.’’
Chris Powell: Political correctness flusters response to assault in school; cannibal and gambling updates
Downtown Waterbury, called “The Brass City” in its industrial heyday.
MANCHESTER, Conn.
Three principles of Connecticut's political correctness have collided sensationally in Waterbury, where two middle-school students recently assaulted two other students. The victims, twin 13-year-old sisters new to the school, are of Arab descent and wore Muslim hijabs that were ripped off, so the alleged perpetrators, ages 12 and 11, are suspected of religious or ethnic prejudice. That would make the assault a “hate crime," and a political fuss is being made about it.
Children are often cruel and stupid and pick on others simply for being different. So it's just as plausible that the assault was motivated by ordinary cruelty and stupidity rather than any serious animus toward religion or ethnicity. Waterbury police are investigating and maybe they'll find out, though the public may not be told, because of those colliding principles of political correctness.
Those principles are:
1) Perpetrators of “hate crimes" should be more severely punished than perpetrators of ordinary crime because ordinary enforcement of criminal law doesn't demonstrate political correctness.
2) Short of murder, children misbehaving in school shouldn't be charged criminally or even punished at all, just referred to social workers.
3) Crime by juveniles should be handled secretly so there can never be any accountability for them or the government.
The collapse of discipline in public education argues for serious and visible punishment of students who commit assault -- something more ominous than the Waterbury middle-school principal's squishy statement about “respect, inclusivity and kindness," something requiring suspension from school and reparations to the victims.
But in the end little can be done with 11- and 12-year-olds except to watch them grow up. School authorities should be held to account but the ‘‘hate crime" crowd should can its bluster.
CANNIBAL WATCH: Questions posed by Republican state senators to the state Psychiatric Security Review Board about Tyree Smith, the murderer-cannibal whom the board recently paroled have turned out to be good ones.
In response the other week, the board's executive director, Vanessa Cardella, confirmed that despite the heavy supervision the parolee is receiving at the group home where he has been placed -- six state employees or contractors are keeping an eye on him -- he still will have plenty of time to be out and about on his own.
Cardella didn't know how much the supervisors will be paid for working on the parolee's case, but it seems likely to be many thousands of dollars a year.
Most people may not understand the necessity for the murderer-cannibal's parole and its expense. Indeed, they may be shocked and appalled. But they shouldn't blame the board, for it is only following the law, which calls for the perpetrator's release if the board thinks he'll be fine if he adheres to the conditions of his parole, which include medication.
Of course there can be no guarantee. Serious risk to the public will continue, which is why a better outcome would have been to keep the man residing in a comfortable room at the state's high-security mental hospital. This probably would be less expensive as well.
But that better outcome requires changing the law about acquittals by reason of insanity. The law simply shouldn't allow release of murderers before their old age. Republican legislators, a small minority in the General Assembly, should submit such legislation even though the Democratic majority will reject it. For at least then some Democrats may be asked to explain why people should feel good about the outcome of the murderer-cannibal's case.
THE PERFECT TAX: A recent study by the state Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services found that people addicted to gambling constitute less than 2 percent of Connecticut's population but produce more than half the state's sports betting revenue and a fifth of its revenue from all forms of gambling.
While the department sees this as a problem with a huge human cost, elected officials see it as a political solution -- the perfect tax. A tiny and disparaged minority finances a disproportionate share of state government and that human cost is not on state government's books.
Chris Powell has written about Connecticut government and politics for many years (CPowell@cox.net).
A northern visitor helps make me a fine day
A common loon in breeding plumage.
A couple of weeks ago I was sauntering along a twisting path of beach sand, through waist-high salt marsh cordgrass, on Gaspee Point, in Warwick, R.I., and passed a now vacant skeleton of an osprey platform on top of a telephone pole. Ospreys had not yet arrived here on upper Narragansett Bay, although there have been two recent osprey sightings 25 miles south, at Newport and Jamestown.
In the distance, I could see Providence’s skyline and wind turbines. Then I heard a “brrup. brrup’’ from a flock of Brandt geese swimming in sunlit shallows. Their voices would end in a higher octave and become a chorus of gabble and grunting. I wondered what they could be communicating to each other.
There were high clouds to the southwest in the otherwise cloudless blue sky. A small propeller-driven plane sounded in the distance. The wind and gently curling waves together made a whooshing noise.
A single Brandt floated near the shore, preening, while two other Brandt pushed their dark beaks into the sand and gravel bottom. They ingested tiny rounded beach stones to help digest their favorite meal, eelgrass, which they rolled into bite-size-balls before swallowing.
I saw a flash of white about 200 yards out from the beach, and quickly reached for my monocular, hoping to get a clearer view. I caught sight of him before he disappeared below the surface. I thought: “It is a solitary common loon…wow…wintering here on the bay…so lucky to see it.” I wondered where his summer home in the North Woods might be. I assumed that it was a male, but I couldn’t be certain.
In the winter, the male loons lose their elegant, “tuxedo-like” plumage, becoming a monotonous black/white. Their breeding plumage, from March to October, is a checkerboard, including a dazzling, vertical-bars, black/white “scarf.” Loons’ summer homes are pristine and remote ponds and lakes in New England’s North Woods and in Canada.*
In the winter, loons are lone visitors spread out on Narragansett Bay, Rhode Island Sound and Long Island Sound.
In the summer they make unforgettable, ethereal calls that echo off mountains, and across lakes and ponds, in the North Country. But in winter, they are silent. They are amazing swimmers with large, black web feet that let them to dive very deep, and swim long distances underwater chasing fish, their prey. Loons can be traced back to archaeopteryx in Mesozoic times. They are large birds, nearly three feet long, but clumsy flyers.
I rested my creaky, tired legs on a silver-gray, driftwood seat (about 10 feet long) with cement blocks substituting as legs. It was fairly comfortable as I scribbled in my notebook.
Then I shouted out to a friend who almost daily strolls along the shore using his bright red walking poles. He’s about 50 yards away from me, so I’m shouting, “Hey, Harry, it’s me…John…!” Harry’s retired now, and on most days walks in a five-mile loop from his house along Gaspee Point. I had last talked with him when he was raking the last autumn leaves in his yard.
Always nice to chat a bit with Harry. That, and seeing a wintering loon on our precious bay, made for a fine day.
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*Ancient people called, among other things, Maritime Archaic People, Circumpolar People, and Lost Red Paint People, saw loons as connected to the spirit world, including the afterlife. Their territory included Demark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Latvia, the Faroe Islands, Greenland, Labrador, Newfoundland and Maine. They lived off the sea as fishermen and hunters of seals, and were skilled boat builders, navigators and tool makers. Loons fascinated such famed writers of the past as Henry David Thoreau, E.B. White, Edwin Way Teale, his wife, Nellie Teal, and the still very much alive John McPhee.
John Long is a Warwick-based writer.
At least there’s spring
“Emerging’’ (Cyanotype collage enhanced with hand-painted tape and acrylics), by Ann-Marie Gillett, in the show “Celebrate Spring,’’ at Spring Bull Gallery, Newport, R.I., through April 27.
Llewellyn King: Trump Regime heavily Uses fear as its most potent Weapon
WARWICK, R.I.
Something new has entered American consciousness: fear of the state.
Not since the Red Scares (the first one followed the Russian Revolution and World War I, and the second followed World War II and the outbreak of the Cold War) has the state taken such an active role in political intervention.
The state under Donald Trump has an especial interest in political speech and action, singling out lawyers and law firms, universities and student activists, and journalists and their employers. It is certain that the undocumented live in fear night and day.
Fear of the state has entered the political process.
Presidents before Trump had their enemies. Nixon was famous for his “list” of mostly journalists. But his political paranoia was always there and it finally brought him down with the Watergate scandal,
Even John Kennedy, who had a soft spot for the Fourth Estate, took umbrage at the New York Herald Tribune and had that newspaper banned for a while from the White House.
Lyndon Johnson played games with and manipulated Congress to reward his allies and punish his enemies. With reporters it was an endless reward-and-punishment game, mostly achieved with information given or withheld.
The Trump administration is relentless in its desire to root out what it sees as state enemies, or those who simply disagree with it. They include the judicial system and all its components: judges, law firms and advocates for those whom it has disapproved of. If an individual lawyer so much as defends an opponent of the administration, that individual will be “investigated” which, in this climate, is a euphemism for persecuted.
If you are investigated, you face the full force of the state and its agencies. If you can find a lawyer of stature to defend you, you will be buried in debt, probably out of work and ruined without the “investigation” turning up any impropriety.
One mighty law firm, Paul, Weiss, faced with losing huge government contracts, bowed to Trump. It was a bad day for judicial independence.
The courts and individual judges are under attack, threatened with impeachment, even as the state seeks to evade their rulings.
Others are under threat and practice law cautiously when contentious matters arise. The price is known: Offend and be punished by loss of government work, by fear of investigation and by public humiliation by derision and accusation.
The boot of the state is poised above the neck of the universities.
If they allow free speech that doesn’t accord with the administration’s definition of that constitutional right, the boot will descend, as it did on Columbia.
Shamefully, to try to salvage $400 million in research funds, Columbia University caved. Speech on that campus is now circumscribed. Worse, the state is likely emboldened by its success.
Linda McMahon, the education secretary, has promised that with or without a Department of Education the administration will go after the universities and what they allow and what they teach, if it is antisemitic, as defined by the state, or if they are practicing diversity, equality and inclusion, a Trump irritant.
One notes that another university, Georgetown, is standing up to the pressure. Bravo!
At the White House, Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt has decided to usurp the White House Correspondents’ Association and determine herself who will cover the president in the reporters’ pool -- critical reporting in the Oval Office and on Air Force One.
Traveling with the president is important. That is how a reporter gets to know the chief executive up close and personal. A pool report from a MAGA blogger doesn’t cut it.
Trump has threatened to sue media outlets. If they are small and poor, as most of the new ones are, they can’t withstand the cost of defending themselves.
ABC, which is owned by Disney, caved to Trump even though its employees longed for the case to be settled in court. But corporate interests dictated accommodation with the state.
Accommodate they have and they will. Watch what happens with Trump’s $20 billion lawsuit against CBS’s 60Minutes. The truth is obvious, the result may be a tip of the hat to Trump.
Nowhere is fear more redolent, the state more pernicious and ruthless than in the deportation of immigrants without due process, without charges and without evidence. ICE says you are guilty and you go. Men wearing masks double you over, handcuff you behind your back and take you away, maybe to a prison in El Salvador.
Fear has arrived in America and can be felt in the marbled halls of the giant law firms, in newsrooms and executive offices, all the way to the crying children who see a parent dragged off by men in black, wearing balaclavas, presumably for the purpose of extra intimidation.
Llewellyn King is executive producer and host of White House Chronicle, on PBS, as well as an international energy-sector consultant and speaker/ His email is llewellynking1@gmail.com and he’s based in Rhode Island.
‘What else can they become?’
Work by Cynthia Atwood (polish, fabric, paint, interior fan, extension cord), in her joint show with Mark Lorah, “Visceral Resonance,’’ at AVA Gallery and Art Center, Lebanon, N.H., through May 1o.
She says she is “attracted to materials and takes pleasure in handling and pushing them and wonders what else they can become? I enjoy being struck by a concept and then playing with it, wondering how the concept can become an object and visa versa.’’
Beloved Peak
Bascom Lodge (in honor of John Bascom) and Saddle Ball Mountain looking southwest from the War Memorial Tower on Mt. Greylock, which, at 3,489 feet, is the highest mountain in Massachusetts.
“Greylock, our daily pleasure, our constant symbol, our ever renewed inspiration, for all who have fellowship with Nature.’’
— John Bascom (1827-1911), a professor of rhetoric at Williams College, in Williamstown,Mass., in 1855-1874 and president of the University of Wisconsin in 1874-1887. He died in Williamstown, close to Greylock, in his beloved Berkshires.
Chuck Collins: Dismantling the IRS only helps Billionaire tax Dodgers
Houses (mostly for the summer) of the very rich in Watch Hill, R.I.
— Photo by JJBers
U.S. Treasury Department estimates of unpaid taxes indicate that over half of all unpaid taxes are attributable to the top 5 percent of earners.
Via OtherWords.org
Starting this tax season, Trump and Musk’s IRS cuts will cost middle class taxpayers a lot more than they save.
BOSTON
The Trump administration and Elon Musk’s DOGE have begun dismantling the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), beginning with 6,700 layoffs. Their stated plan is to cut half of the agency’s workforce.
Their biggest cuts appear to be in the Large Business and International division, which audits wealthy individuals and companies with more than $10 million in assets. These are essentially the workers who make sure billionaires and corporations pay their taxes.
Musk and Trump claim to be sage businessmen, but it would be hard to find a business owner in America that would dismantle their accounts receivable department when their wealthiest clients still owe them money.
So make no mistake: These cuts will cost taxpayers a lot more than they save.
Gutting the IRS will hurt the middle class by reducing the taxes that billionaires and corporations pay for our public services. It passes the bill to working class taxpayers to cover veteran’s services, infrastructure, national parks, and defense.
When it comes to taxes, the wealthy aren’t like you or me. Most wage earners have our state and federal taxes withheld from our monthly paychecks. Ninety percent of taxpayers use the simple standard deduction filing and hope we get a refund.
But billionaires and multimillionaires are different. Their income comes mostly from investments and assets — which they can hide. They hire experts from the “wealth defense industry” — an armada of tax lawyers, accountants, and wealth managers — to minimize their taxes and maximize inheritances for their fortunate children.
They deploy anonymous shell companies, complex trusts and bank accounts in tax havens like Bermuda, Cayman Islands, and South Dakota to aid their clients in minimizing taxes — tools not available to ordinary taxpayers. According to the Tax Justice Network, over $21 trillion is now hidden in tax havens like these.
A 2021 expose by ProPublica found that more than half of the 100 wealthiest U.S. billionaires use a complex trust system to avoid estate taxes, which at the current level only kicks in for people with wealth over $13.99 million.
This aggressive tax-dodging by the superrich has resulted in an enormous “tax gap” between what they owe and what’s collected. For the last few years, this gap is estimated at $700 billion a year — almost the size of the Pentagon budget.
Working- and middle-class taxpayers will pick up the slack, or see their services cut. Most likely some of this gap will be added to the $36 trillion national debt, requiring us to pay on an installment plan.
In previous decades, the IRS had the expertise to keep up with the schemes that billionaires and transnational corporations use to dodge their taxes. But over the last two decades, their capacity to catch wealthy crooks and grifters has been decimated by cuts.
Things started to turn around again in 2021, when Congress voted to invest in enforcement. And already, the investment was starting to pay off. A year ago, the IRS announced they’d recovered $482 million from millionaires who hadn’t paid their debts.
Trump and Musk are now reversing these modest gains.
As the agency that people love to hate, the IRS was an easy target for Trump’s anti-government attacks. But the real beneficiaries of a weak IRS are billionaires and large global corporations. With an understaffed IRS, their tax shell games can operate without scrutiny — something seven previous IRS commissioners from both parties recently spoke out against.
We may not agree about everything in the federal budget, but most people agree the wealthy should pay their fair share of whatever expenses we share. And it’s hard to catch the criminals if you remove all the cops on the beat.
The billionaires will be popping their champagne bottles. Even with the higher tariffs on European bubbly, they can afford the best.
Chuck Collins, of Boston, directs the Program on Inequality and the Common Good and co-edits Inequality.org at the Institute for Policy Studies. He’s the author of The Wealth Hoarders: How Billionaires Pay Millions to Hide Trillions.
Peel me a grape and Update my Estate plan
“Abundantia” (ink jet print), by Boston-based photographer Tara Sellios, in her show “Ask Now the Beasts,’’ at the Fitchburg (Mass.) Art Museum.
The museum says:
“Sellios is a Boston-based artist whose monumental photographs highlight the beauty of the grotesque. Sellios creates still-life vignettes from organic materials including animal bones, insect specimens and dried flowers which she photographs using a large format 8 X 10 inch camera. Printed at a large scale, Sellios’s photographs capture the vivid details of her materials.’’
Fitchburg in its manufacturing heyday.
Still Dress in layers
“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.”
―From “Two Tramps in Mud Time,’’ by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
It stares back
“CELES-TIAL” (acrylic on canvas) by Renato Viganego, in his show at Atlantic Works Gallery, Boston, April 4-26.