Saturday 31 July 2010

Dance classes ended today






Today, 31 July, was Georgie's last dance class at Dance Center Evanston. After two months, and two classes per week, Georgie has learned a few more tricks and in the process has also learned more about movement and the body. At the end of the class all the children got a stamp from the teacher saying "VERY GOOD". We are planning to enroll Georgie in dance classes when we get back to Brussels.

(L)

Visitors from Euskadi




On 28 July we had a surprise. Ainhitze and her brother Sabin, came for dinner at North Greenview. It was a happy coincidence that our paths crossed in Chicago. Somehow, meeting Ainhitze made the whole Chicago experience more real, while also reaffirming our strong European common heritage. Our conversation, which focused very much on the situation of the Basque Country (Euskadi) today in Spain , was full of subtext and "undercurrents" that would have most likely escaped a non-European.

Ainhitze and Sabin were here on their way to Boise, the capital of Idaho, together with their parents and another sister, to participate in the International Basque Festival that takes place there every five years. Jaialdi, as the festival is named, celebrates the Basque culture, which is prominent in southwestern Idaho. What? Yes, that's right, Basque culture is prominent in southwestern Idaho. We were surprised too! In fact, some 15,000 people with ties to Euskadi live in Idaho, making it one of the largest concentrations in the world outside Euskadi. The organisers of Jaialdi were expecting up to 45,000 people from around the world in the City of Trees - as Boise is also known - to celebrate this week. Who would have guessed?!

Below is a more detailed historical explanation of the Basque presence in the Americas, taken from the website of Boise's Basque Museum and Cultural Center (by the way, Boise also boasts a Basque-language pre-school - important, if you consider the fact that Basque is very likely the only pre-Indo-European language in use today in Europe, and thus worth of preservation for the sake of human diversity):

"There has been a Basque presence in the Americas from the age of Columbus. Basques under the crown of Castile were among the explorers, priests and Conquistadors of the Spanish Empire. Placenames like Trepassey, Biscayne Cove, Durango and Biscayne Bay remember their foundations. Basques began to come to English-speaking America during the 1848 California Gold Rush.

The first wave of Basques were already part of the diaspora who were living in Chile and Argentina and came when they heard word of the discovery of gold. When the gold rush did not pan out for most Basque immigrants, the majority turned to ranching and sheep-herding in California's Central Valley, and later in northern Nevada and southern Idaho. Many more Basques arrived from the Basque Country upon hearing of the success of their comrades in America.

Basque immigration was effectively cut off by the 1921 National Origins Quota Act. Basque immigration was restored by Nevada Senator McCarran's 1952 immigration act, which allowed a quota of 500 Basques (technically 'Spanish Sheep Herders'). "

(L)

Thursday 29 July 2010

The Baha'i Dance






The gardens of the Baha'i Temple, no doubt because of their beauty, inspired Georgie to create a dance choreography just for the occasion. I think it looks pretty amazing! (well, she had been to dance class early that morning, so this was all fresh in her mind).

(L)

The Baha'i Temple in Wilmette



On Saturday, 24 July, we headed to the little town of Wilmette, north of Chicago, to visit the Baha'i Temple, a landmark building in the US. You never heard of the Baha'i religion? I'm sure you are not the only one. I was introduced to it many years ago by Brazilian friends. "The Baha'i Faith is the youngest of the world’s independent monotheistic religions. Founded in Iran in 1844, it now has more than five million adherents in 236 countries and territories. Baha'is come from nearly every national, ethnic and religious background, making the Baha'i Faith the second-most-widespread religion in the world." (quoted from the Temple's website).

The building in Wilmette is one of just seven such temples in the whole world and like all Baha'i temples it is circular in shape, has nine sides and is surrounded by beautiful gardens and fountains.

Baha'is view the world's major religions as a part of a single, progressive process through which God reveals his will to humanity. Baha'u'llah (1817-1892), the founder, is seen by members of the Baha'i faith as the most recent in a line of divine messengers that includes Abraham, Moses, Krishna, Buddha, Zoroaster, Jesus and Muhammad. This is problematic, of course. Baha'is say that their prophet is the ONE for this age. But who is to say that he is the last one in the series, and not some unknown current prophet in the streets of Manila, London, or Accra? And what do you keep and what do you discard from the previous religions? How do you handle their contradictions? Who is to say that on a certain point Buddha was more right than Jesus? I hope you get my point.

But I have to admit that the central theme of the Baha'is message is very appealing and most needed in today's world: "that humanity is one single race and that the day has come for humanity’s unification into one global society" (also from the temple's website). Their efforts to reconcile science with religion are also noteworthy. And they are supportive of a global form of government (a less power-corrupt UN, I suppose).

There is more below on the Baha'i Temple in Wilmette from their own website:

"Construction of the Baha'i House of Worship for the North American Continent in Wilmette, Ill. was completed in 1953. (...)

Groundbreaking for the House of Worship, which is listed in the National Register of Historic Places, occurred on May 1, 1912, in a ceremony blessed with the presence and participation of Abdu'l-Baha, son of the Founder of the Baha'i Faith. Construction began in earnest in 1920, and the temple was formally dedicated on May 1, 1953.

Not long after the first World’s Parliament of Religions introduced Americans to the Baha'i Faith at the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago, the Faith took hold and gradually gained momentum in the United States. Interest was particularly strong in the Chicago area, where Corinne True, one of the first American Baha’is, rallied the support of the more than 1,000 Baha’is throughout the country at the time to have the first Baha'i House of Worship in North America built in the Midwest.

Ms. True came to the Faith after losing two children to illness. Struggling to maintain her faith in God, she explored various religions. When she discovered the Baha'i Faith in 1899, she embraced it almost immediately. Abdu’l-Baha established a regular correspondence with Ms. True. In 1907 she visited Him in Akka, Palestine, to deliver a scroll containing the signatures of more than 1,000 American Baha’is who pledged to support the construction of a Baha'i House of Worship in the United States, specifically in the Chicago area. During one of their talks, Abdu’l-Baha told Ms. True he would like the temple to be built away from the business district and near the lakeshore. He showed her His plan for a building with nine sides surrounded by gardens, walkways and fountains.

Ms. True told Him she had explored areas just north and south of Chicago. She was particularly excited about several locations in Evanston and Wilmette, just north of Chicago. She felt one site, on a bluff in Wilmette overlooking Lake Michigan, was the “chosen place.” The delegates at a Baha'i convention held in 1907 thought so too. The Baha’is purchased the land and started gathering at the site, even before ground was broken, for prayer meetings. (...) And in 1953, the House of Worship for the North American Continent opened its doors and continues to be a place where "all religions, races and sects may come together within its universal shelter.""

(L)

SVEA SVEA




Svea is an old word for Sweden (nowadays called Sverige in Swedish). It's also the name of a small restaurant, a dinner, in Andersonville where we went last week for lunch (Georgie wanted to play again in the children's room of the Swedish-American Museum, which is in the same street).

The food is an American pastiche of what Swedish food is supposed to be like (lots of dishes are called Viking this and Viking that...), but the place is cute and kitsch and the service fast and friendly. And it's a family-owned restaurant with a genuine link to Sweden. Mr Mathiasson, one of the prominent residents of Andersonville behind the creation of the Swedish-American Museum, is shown in a photo dating back to 1976 with the current Swedish King, Carl Gustaf, on his visit to Andersonville for the official opening of the museum.

(L)

Navy Pier







A week ago, Georgie and I went together to Navy Pier. The place is sort of an amusement park on a pier (a bit like the 19th century British concept, e.g. Blackpool, although this one dates back from 1916, while have been totally renovated as early as 1995).

One of the biggest attractions is the Ferris Wheel, which, by the way, was first unveiled in Chicago during the Columbus Exposition of 1893 (so, you could say that the Ferris Wheel is a Chicago product; the name Ferris is the family name of its inventor, Illinois-born). We rode on it, of course.

We also went to the Children's Museum, one of the best around here, and saw the pirate dance. All in all, 4 and a half hours of fun!

(L)

Thursday 22 July 2010

Hurray for Hyundai!





Yesterday (21 July), we went downtown again, to the Avis office. We had to renew our car rental agreement. Avis has so far been very helpful to deal with. We are on to our fourth car. We wanted to try out a couple of different makes during our stay to give us an idea of what we might want to trade our old Saab in for. Our first car was a Toyota Prius, the popular hybrid car, just like Denise's but in bright red. It drove very well, was spacious and we felt very "green" and eco-friendly driving it.

When we needed a car in Delaware and Pennsylvania I thought we should try out an SUV (Sports Utility Vehicle), since we were going to the mountains. It was a large white Ford Edge, which was very "antsy" and "edgy" to drive. Just too nervous. Big engine and huge inside but difficult to drive on curvy roads. I was missing our ten-year-old Saab!

So we were happy to change it when we were back in Chicago. We got a light-gray Hyundai Sonata. I was a bit sceptical at first because it was so low but I just lowered the seat. Perfect! It is large inside, big boot (or trunk as they say here) and a very smooth engine and transmission. The steering is great too. Of course we got a problem with it in Saugatuck (a small leak in the tire) and had to change it for a very unpleasant Mitsubishi Galant.

We had to go all the way to Holland to do that ... well, the town of Holland is only 20 minutes away from Saugatuck. The staff was very friendly there but we got a bit of a scare when the car keys got locked inside it with the engine running ... it was not any of us who had closed the doors though, luckily. In the end the man managed to get a long metal stick inside to open the windows/doors. Just like a proper car thief. Now we know how they do it (well, I had to do it myself once, a long time ago in Florida, but that is another story...).

The Mitsubishi was fiery red on the outside but had bad materials inside. We quickly changed it (faulty 12 V outlet) for another Hyundai Sonata. The new Sonata is dark gray and we hope to be able to keep it until our friends from Portugal come the last week of August. Then we will need a 7-seater van to get around!

(J)

Wednesday 21 July 2010

KAMII - the oldest synagogue of Chicago

Obama's house is almost opposite the oldest synagogue of Chicago (Hyde Park was a traditionally Jewish neighbourhood), and we took some photos of it too.

You should look at the interesting minaret, as in a mosque, reminding us of the Semitic roots of this religion and thus the Middle-Eastern architectural style (the website of the synagogue calls it Byzantine, which is accurate too).

The temple is called Kehilath Anshe Maarav Isaiah Israel (KAMII) and the congregation, though housed in other neighbourhoods of Chicago and buildings since its inception in 1847, moved to the current building In Hyde Park in 1924.

We weren't able to go inside but I took a couple of the photos from their website so you can see how beautiful it is. We should try to see if it's open to the general public for a visit while we're here.

(L)

Obamaland

We didn't coin the expression. I heard it from one of the workers at Chicago's Visitors' Center: Obamaland. On Monday this week, as part of our greeter's tour to the South Side of Chicago, we passed by Barak Obama's house in the neighbourhood of Hyde Park.

You couldn't really see it from the street, protected as it was by Secret Service Agents (yep, they were wearing the sign in big letters in front of their bullet-proof jackets! How secret is that?). In the photo, you must look for the tiny bit of yellow bricks between the trees, that's the house. In winter is easier to spot it because there are no leaves. Someone bought the house next door to his and was having the windows changed when we came by. Wow, imagine, neighbour's to the Obamas; we should have bought that house... (excuse us the little celebrity culture detour).

Jarl, ever the lawyer, tried to come close to the President's house, saying that the signs only mentioned the fact that one was liable to be stopped and searched; but there were two big signs saying DO NOT ENTER at the beginning of the street, and we were told twice, by our greeter, and by one of the locals passing in the street, that we were not supposed to go near the place... Anyway, "our" Secret Agent was really polite and friendly. Jarl said to him "I suppose you know why were are here?!" (of course, to spy on Obama's house...), and he told us to leave and take photos from an opposite street (all the while smiling), which we did.

(L)

Greeting the South Side






On Monday, 19 July, we went to the South Side of Chicago with one of the city's official greeters. Chicago Greeter is a programme that brings together residents and visitors for a personalised, one-on-one tour of Chicago and of your selected neighbourhood. We were matched with Catherine Williams for our discovery walk, a 79-year old lady full of stamina and good humour; she took us by CTA bus (n°3) to visit Bronzeville and "Obamaland" (more about the latter in another post). It was interesting to be inside a bus where 99.9% of the people where black. It drives home the historically racially segregated nature of this city and how it still endures into the present time.

We visited the Harold Washington Cultural Center, which is right in the middle of what used to be a bustling area of Bronzeville; where all the nigh-clubs playing Blues and Jazz music used to be concentrated. Ironically, when "real estate racial segregation" ended, the clubs moved elsewhere in the city further contributing to the area's decline.

Harold Washington was the first and so far only black mayor of Chicago. He served from 1983 until 1987, the year of his death (stroke). He had been born and raised in Bronzeville. Somehow, I can't help thinking that he is one of those who paved the way for Obama's election as President. This also brings to mind the famous and controversial civil rights leader, Reverend Jesse Jackson, another resident of Bronzeville, and the first black to run for presidential nomination inside the Democratic Party in 1984 and 1988. Jackson is controversial not just because of his early negative statements on Jews, but also more recently because of his criticism of Obama during the electoral campaign for acting like he was white. However, I remember seeing him crying on television (tears of joy and disbelief?) during Obama's victory speech in Grant Park, Chicago in 2009. Well, I cried too (tears of joy and disbelief). We passed by the headquarters of Jackson's Rainbow/PUSH project, aimed at fighting poverty and inequality, particularly among black Americans (an imposing Greek-revival church building).

Bronzeville's fascinating history deserves a few more paragraphs:

In the early 20th century, Bronzeville was known as the "Black Metropolis," one of the United State's most significant landmarks of African-American urban history. Between 1910 and 1920 (slavery was abolished in the US in 1865), during the peak of the so-called "Great Migration", the population of the area increased dramatically when thousands of African-Americans fled the oppression of the southern US states and emigrated to Chicago in search of industrial jobs and a better life. The name Bronzeville was first used in 1930, by James J. Gentry, a local theater editor for the Chicago Bee publication. It refers to the brown skin color of African-Americans, who predominated in that area.

Many famous people are associated with Bronzeville, including: Ida B. Wells, a fearless 19th century anti-lynching crusader, civil rights activist, journalist and organizer of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP); Bessie Coleman, the first African-American woman pilot; Gwendolyn Brooks, famous author and first African-American recipient of the Pulitzer Prize, and Louis Armstrong, the legendary trumpet player and bandleader who performed at many of the area's night clubs. Bronzeville and its cultural "movida" was similar to what happened in New York City in the early decades of the 20th century with the so-called "Harlem Renaissance" (if you are not familiar with this very important black cultural movement in US history, you better check it out! I hope that at least the name of the poet Langston Hughes rings a bell...).

The neighborhood was from the 1920s to the 1940s one of the premiere centers of African-American culture and was fairly affluent and middle class. You can still see that today when walking around. Many of the houses are classic examples of early 20th century urban architecture, with beautifully carved front-door porches, and sculpted façades. They were owned by the many black professionals (e.g. lawyers, doctors, store owners) who lived in the area (they actually had no other alternative...). It is such a shame to see some of these beautiful residences all boarded up and left to rot. They would be prime real estate in any city worth that name!

The "Great Depression" hit the area hard, bankrupting black-owned businesses, but the neighborhood's worst enemy proved to be the neglectful and segregationist city government. Because black Chicagoans were restricted (unofficially) from renting and buying property outside of the so-called "Black Belt," rents were actually higher in the district's run-down, ill-maintained buildings, owned by white absentee landlords, than in the adjacent, wealthy, white neighborhoods.

In 1941, the city built the infamous and gigantic Ida B. Wells housing projects in Bronzeville, which produced devastating and unintended results. Because of segregation, many low-income African-Americans were unable to find housing anywhere else and the projects quickly became overcrowded, while crime and urban blight expanded throughout the neighborhood.

During the 1950s and 1960s, a decision was made to replace the "slums" with several straight miles of high-rise public housing projects, managed by the (corrupt) Chicago Housing Authority, essentially isolating and simultaneously concentrating the poor black population in this section of the city. The largest complex was Robert Taylor Homes. Now demolished, at one point the Robert Taylor Homes were considered the most violent and impoverished ghetto in the whole of the US (they even deserved a visit by President Bill Cliton in the early 1990's). Jarl and I have just read a new book, Gang Leader For A Day, by sociologist Sudhir Venkatesh, that describes in detail the lives of people in the Robert Taylor Homes, focusing on the day-to-day "survival" strategies of the local population (from selling drugs to community organising, from hustling for a living to inter-generational solidarity). We recommend the book, even if at times it may strike you as slightly sensationalist.

Today, Bronzeville is seeing major community-driven revitalization efforts, mostly by wealthy and entrepreneurial African-Americans who value the neighborhood's historic importance. Historic clubs are reopening, and there are a handful of nice coffee shops and restaurants that have opened in recent years. As a rule, the revitalization efforts have not extended below 47th Street or west of the Dan Ryan Expressway into the Washington Park and Fuller Park neighborhoods, which remain very poor, with an extraordinary amount of vacant lots and the highest violent crime levels in the city.

(L)

Friday 16 July 2010

Too early for a motorbike


It's a bit too early for Georgie to ride a motorbike, although it belonged to the boy with glasses in the photo and he is probably only 10. Anyway, Georgie wanted this photo taken when we were getting ready for the Family Parade in Douglas. Here it is.

(L)

Firefighters





The day of the Family Parade we all got to ride on the firetruck of Saugatuck's Fire Department.

(L)

Family Parade in Douglas, MI






One of the highlights of RFGL's Family Week is the Family Parade in Douglas, a tiny village on the other side of the Kalamazoo river and sort of opposite to the village of Saugatuck. Douglas is "The Village of Friendliness" since 1870, and people there couldn't be more welcoming.

The Family Parade draws the whole village to Main Street. It lasts 30 minutes and it was one of the best parades Jarl and I have ever had. It was quite touching, really. It is not often that we see our families being publicly embraced and empowered.

It feels special to walk down the street, no matter how tiny, waving and being waved back at, seeing smiles instead of frowns, seeing acceptance instead of just tolerance, or indifference, or fear, or even hatred. Our families need that extra validation, and our children need it in particular. It was really the Children's Parade.

(L)

Mr B. - the library man



We had a ball with Mr B., the children's librarian at the public library in Douglas, Michigan. He sang and told stories, organised games and crafts for the children, and they all went home with a new book in their hands. Mr B. rocks, literally. I wished all public libraries had one just like him!

The day was dedicated to Native Americans and we learned the story of the moon and why she changes shape, and also the story of the cat's purr and why cats and rats are longtime enemies. Two good stories to keep in store for one of those long rides in the car...

(L)