Finally, My Day Has Come

By Patrick F. Cannon

I greeted the news that the Boy Scouts of America had decided to admit girls to their rolls with unalloyed joy. Now at last I would have hope that one of my long cherished dreams might come true – and all without having to undergo sexual reassignment treatment or that final frontier, surgery.

Perhaps a little background might be helpful. Many years ago, my sainted grandmother Donnelly (when did grannies stop being “sainted”?) told me that she was descended from Betsy Ross, she of the nimble fingers who had sewn the first Stars & Stripes. Granny was my mother’s mother, and her maiden name was Brown. Now, I happen to know where my father’s family came from – an island off the West coast of Ireland called Inishbofin (which is supposed to mean “Island of the White Cow” but that could just be a bit of Irish humor).

I have actually been to the island and the cemetery is full of Concannons (our real name) and Murrays, my fraternal grandmother’s name. (By the way, if you like sheep and rocks, Inishbofin is just the place for you). I know very little, however, of Granny Donnelly’s Irish ancestors. One of my aunts used to correspond with one of them in Ireland, and I recall it was in the North. Now, the name Brown is fairly common among the Scots, so it may be that there is some Scotch-Irish blood lurking in the family tree. As I recall, Ms. Ross was of that heritage. I suppose I could check it out, but it’s getting close to lunch time and one must rations ones time.

I take it as a given then that I’m descended from her. Sainted grandmothers do not lie, particularly those who went to Mass every day of their long lives. On my father’s side, by the way, I was told that the mighty kings of Ireland lurked somewhere in our family tree, but then most Irishmen make similar claims. What I’m actually getting at is this: if I’m related to the legendary seamstress Betsy Ross, then I have a claim to membership in the Daughters of the American Revolution! For how can they hold out against the inexorable tides of history when the Boy Scouts cannot?

As you know, virtually every former all male organization now (more or less) happily admits women. I worked for one of them for many years – the International Association of Lions Clubs – and they soon discovered that women could roar with the best of them, and bounced far fewer dues checks than did the men. Is it not now time for these seemingly exempt all female organizations to stop hiding behind their sex, and enter the brave new world of gender equality? (By the way, I haven’t bounced a check since 1965.)

After breaching the walls of that bastion of female WASP exclusivity, I may seek membership in the American Association of University Women and the Women’s Christian Temperance Union (although the latter might exclude me on a technicality). I would, however, hesitate to seek affiliation with the Colonial Dames, as I’m told you are required to sing their official song – Their Ain’t Nothin’ Like a Dame – at every meeting.

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Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

Health Insurance Made Simple 

By Patrick F. Cannon

You buy life insurance. You die. Your beneficiaries collect and head for the French Riviera to mourn your passing. If they’re truly lucky, you die by accident with a policy with double indemnity! But don’t commit suicide unless you’re clever enough to hide the fact.

While there are several kinds of life insurance, once one decides whether whole life or term insurance, it’s relatively simple. You pay the premium and they pay up if you die. Car insurance is also relatively simple. You decide on the level of coverage (no deductible, $500 deductible; level of liability; rental car or not; new car replacement; etc), then pay your premium. If a Steinway concert grand piano falls from a great height and crushes your car, you can expect some kind of payment.

When we come to health insurance, all bets are off. Since the Federal government has inserted itself, you may be required to pay for stuff you don’t want, need or are actually opposed to for religious or moral reasons. This morning’s news (Tuesday, October 10, 2017) reported that the Trump administration was rescinding a previous requirement that birth control be a required benefit in health insurance coverage under the Affordable Care Act. Predictably, a female law student at Notre Dame University – one of the institutions that objected to the requirement on religious grounds – is suing to have the requirement reinstated.

Despite the undoubted fact that a majority of Roman Catholics disagree with and actually flout their church’s ban on birth control, the church has steadfastly held firm. Before the requirement was removed, you won’t be surprised to discover that Notre Dame and many other religious organizations of all faiths had sued the government, claiming that the mandate violated the religious freedom clause in the Bill of Rights. Presumably, they will now withdraw their suits, or at least put them on pause.

As you might imagine, lawsuits were immediately threatened by the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) and others, citing the equal protection clause of the 14^th Amendment; and the establishment clause of the First Amendment, which essentially mandates the separation of church and state. It’s a tricky one, isn’t it? Religious groups argue that the birth control mandate violates their religious freedom rights and the ACLU and others argue that dropping it violates the right of every woman to have access to birth control services no matter the tenets of the religious organization she has chosen to work for or study with.

Wouldn’t you just love to be a Federal judge just now?  While you might agree with one side or the other, you will find that the framers didn’t bother to say anything about the right to health insurance, or any other insurance for that matter. So, you’re stuck with the First and Fourteenth Amendments, conflicting interpretations and all.

You can also bet that there will be lawsuits aplenty as a result of Illinois Governor Rauner’s signing of a bill that permits Medicaid to pay for abortions in the state. In case you didn’t know, Medicaid is funded by the Federal government, but generally administered by the states. Rauner claimed he signed the bill because poor women shouldn’t be denied the abortions that wealthier women could afford. Fair enough if you believe in abortion, which the Cardinal Archbishop of Chicago made clear he doesn’t.

(For the record, I’m covered by Medicare, which for some reason doesn’t cover either birth control or abortion.)

Federal involvement is a good thing in many areas. But the current health care mess is a perfect example of what happens when a national consensus is not reached or even sought by one or another of the political parties. Unlike many other countries, this is not a “one size fits all” kind of society. We try to make it so at our peril.

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Viet Nam Remembered

 By Patrick F. Cannon

I haven’t seen any numbers yet, but I suspect that Ken Burns’ documentary series on the Viet Nam war will not have had the kind of ratings that made his Civil War series such a success. A few people I talked to said they thought it would be too painful to watch. I did watch it, and it was painful.

I served in the Army from 1961 to 1963, so got out before our country became so deeply mired in Viet Nam’s civil war. By then, we had already taken the first steps in what would become a steadily escalating involvement. Most Americans were only vaguely aware of what was happening. In 1962, while stationed in France, I decoded a classified message that asked commanders to see if any troops under their command with certain skills would be interested in volunteering for service in Viet Nam. Immediate promotion and possible civilian status were the carrots. The stick was you had to extend your term by one year.

I was approached, but as a typical draftee, I turned it down. A couple of years later, in 1965 I think it was, a bartender I knew was called back into the Army. He had the same MOS (military occupation specialty) as I did, so I had a couple of tense years wondering if I would be next. Although I was subject of recall until 1967, I never got the dreaded letter.

By then, I was married and we were expecting our first child. Viet Nam was not uppermost in my mind; indeed, I think like most Americans then I supported our involvement. People of later generations – with the hindsight of history – find it difficult to understand that support. But here’s the thing: by 1962, the Soviet Union had effectively taken over Eastern Europe and tried, but failed in Greece, Italy and France; Mao had been victorious in China; South Korea had been invaded by North Korea and China; the “Wall” had gone up in Berlin; and Russia had placed offensive missiles in Cuba. And those are just the highlights.

(By the way, if all the people who later said they had opposed the war all along had actually been telling the truth, it would have ended much sooner.)

Initial support, then, seemed reasonable to most people. After all, we had stopped the Communists from taking over South Korea; why should South Viet Nam be any different? In the end, what we didn’t realize was that the North Vietnamese weren’t ever going to give up until either they won or were all dead. They later admitted that 1.1 million North Vietnamese army soldiers and Viet Kong fighters had died, along with 2 million civilians, North and South. We had 58,220 dead and estimated that the South Vietnamese army had lost approximately 250,000. What we were willing to tolerate paled in comparison with our adversaries.

Among the many insights in Burns’ documentary is that former North Vietnamese still alive are now questioning whether their sacrifices were worth it in the end. Another is that it’s now clear that our military leaders came much earlier than we then thought to the conclusion that the war could not be won without suffering unacceptable losses. Decisions to expand and continue the war were made by politicians, often for purely political considerations rather than the national interest. Thus, we now remember Lyndon Johnson more for pursuing an unwinnable war than for the accomplishments of his Great Society. Richard Nixon’s legacy is even more complicated. While he “ended the war,” the manner of his doing it still leaves a bad taste.

But like his Civil War and World War II documentaries, it is the stories of individuals on both sides that are most compelling, including those who survived and those who did not. As I said, I escaped the service just in time. Although  many of their names are now lost to me, I have wondered if some of those I served with – particularly those who intended to make the Army a career – ended up in Viet Nam and later, on the Wall.

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

 

 

 

Freedom of Speech is Great, But…

By Patrick F. Cannon

I’m an absolutist when it comes to freedom of speech. When President Trump says something stupid, I cringe just like most people, but I would never deny his right to be an idiot.

This past weekend, NFL players, in protest of the president’s calling on team owners to fire players who don’t stand respectfully for the national anthem, exercised their free speech rights by kneeling or locking arms, or both, during the anthem. The basic point was to protest against continuing bias in the way black men are treated by the police in many parts of the country. They had every right to do as they did. Instead of condemning them we should try to understand why they did it.

If urged to explain why this country is so great, many Americans would give “freedom of speech” as an example, without actually fully believing in it. Take Richard Petty, for example.  For those of you who don’t know who he is, he holds the record for number of victories in stock car racing. Now retired, he heads up a team in the sport’s major series. When asked about the controversy, he commented that any member of his team that didn’t stand respectfully for the anthem would be fired. Now, I didn’t take the time to check, but I doubt Mr. Petty has many African-American employees, NASCAR (that’s the governing body of the sport) not being well known for its diversity, either in its drivers or fan base. Mr. Petty no doubt considers himself a proud American, but has he read the Bill of Rights?

On the other side of the political spectrum we have Middlebury College in the Vermont town of the same name. I’ve been there and it’s everyone’s idea of what a quaint New England town should look like. It even has a covered bridge. The college campus itself fits the image perfectly. Is bucolic the right word?

Anyway, on March 2 Charles Murray, a sociologist best known for his book The Bell Curve — which concluded, among other controversial findings, that African-Americans were, as a group, less intelligent than whites — was scheduled to speak on campus. As you can imagine, his views are not widely held, and he has often been accused of promoting eugenics, which – in its most extreme form – advocates the sterilization and even euthanasia of those deemed unfit to procreate. Adolph Hitler was a notable enthusiast, as was the Lone Eagle, Charles Lindbergh. Although largely forgotten now, forced sterilization was practiced widely in this country until very recently. Look it up; you’ll be amazed at how common it was.

A recognized campus organization had invited him. The college’s administration, while generally opposed to his ideas, had no objection, provided a discussion would follow, led by a faculty member who would be permitted to question his research and conclusions. Murray agreed to this. In the event, he was shouted down by many of the 400 students who attended. He and his interlocutor, Professor Allison Stanger, were then taken to a television studio, where the presentation actually then took place. Later, when escorting Murray to his car, Stanger was actually injured by a hostile crowd barring their way.

So, we have two events. In one, African-American athletes – widely supported by their white team mates, by the way – staged a silent protest at what they believe are injustices suffered by their race. In the other, privileged college students (Middlebury is not cheap) shout down a speaker to prevent his views being heard, a phenomenon that has become all too common at our colleges and universities, where one would expect an atmosphere that would encourage the free expression of ideas instead of their suppression.

Attempts to limit free speech are nothing new in this country. But they are always wrong.

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, That’s a Name!

By Patrick F. Cannon

Isambard Kingdom Brunel. Now, that’s a name to reckon with. No mere mortal could have had such a name, nor was Izzy (as the family must have called him) anything like the average plodding drudge of his time. Born in England in 1806, his father Mark was a French engineer who had skipped out of France to escape the fate of the many Frenchmen who had not been considered quite enlightened enough after the Revolution.

Educated in England and France (after things had settled down a bit) he joined his father’s engineering firm, which was then engaged in designing the infrastructure that would create the modern world. Together, they designed a tunnel under the Thames, which was completed in 1843 and was instantly considered a wonder of the world. It is still being used.  He then went on to design the right of way (including bridges, viaducts and tunnels) for the Great Western Railway, which connected London with Bristol.

He also transformed steamship design. In 1837, his “Great Western” was the first to carry passengers across the Atlantic. The “Great Britain” of 1843 was the first iron ship to have screw propellers. Finally, the “Great Eastern” was launched in 1859, the year he died. It was nearly 700 feet long and displaced some 22,000 tons. It had its problems and was not a commercial success, but it did lay the first successful Transatlantic Cable in 1866. It was to be nearly 40 years before another ship as large was built.

His first name came from the Germanic “Isanbert,” which made its way to Anglo-Saxon England. It eventually fell out of use, so one wonders how Brunel’s father came upon it. While we may never know, he might well have chosen the name to set him forever apart from the run of the mill engineer, perhaps thinking that Isambard Kingdom Brunel would be hired before someone named Bertie Brunel. (In case you’re wondering, “Kingdom” was his mother’s maiden name.)

Closer to home and our times was Kenesaw Mountain Landis. Older baseball fans may know who he was, but younger fans may think the “Mountain” should be in quotes, thinking perhaps he was a hard-hitting hillbilly slugger. Actually, he was the Federal Judge appointed Commissioner of Baseball in the wake of the 1919 Black Sox scandal. Born in 1866, he was a Chicago lawyer before being appointed to the bench by Teddy Roosevelt. While a judge, he was best known for fining Standard Oil nearly $30 million for a railroad kickback scheme, and for his harsh sentences for draft dodgers during World War I.

While a little before my time (he died in 1944 when I was too young to hate the Yankees), period photos show a scrawny little man with a mop of white hair. He always appears a bit on the stern side, which was apparently the point in hiring him. As to the name, his father named him Kenesaw Mountain because he (the father that is) was wounded in the Civil War battle of Kennesaw Mountain (two Ns is the correct spelling of the mountain in Georgia). Fortunately, the little tyke was generally called Kenny. One shudders to think what his name might have been had his father been wounded at the Battle of Peach Tree Creek.

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

  Monuments, Man! 

By Patrick F. Cannon 

The Chicago area is blessed with many monuments. Some are vast, like the Buckingham Fountain, donated by Kate Buckingham in honor of her brother Clarence. Few people who see its glories have a clue who Clarence was, but they’re glad it’s there.

Many of the monuments include a statue. In my recent wanderings, I’ve come upon statues of Shakespeare, Schiller, King Wenceslaus, Grant, Lincoln and two Native Americans who seem to stand guard at the Congress Parkway entrance to Grant Park. I kind of feel sorry for them. They’re called the Bowman and Spearman, but the sculptor has forgotten to give them the actual weapons. Legend has it that they once had their weapons, but vandals swiped them. Not true. Maybe the sponsors just ran short of dough and the sculptor wasn’t willing to toss them in gratis.

Unless you don’t watch or read the news anymore – and who could blame you? – you’ll know that statues of Confederate generals are being toppled throughout old Dixie. Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson have come in for particular attention. Jackson was a brilliant general and something of a religious fanatic. He apparently treated his slaves decently, making sure they learned how to read and write, primarily one supposes so they could read the good book. Also, Lee was probably the greatest commander on either side in the Civil War and widely considered a decent man. When the war ended, he urged his fellow Southerners to accept their defeat and pledge their loyalty to the Union.

Nevertheless, strictly speaking, they were traitors, whose statues ought not to be on public ground. They’re there in the first place because the Federal Government and its courts enabled the states of the old South to turn back the clock and create a new version of slavery called Jim Crow. If the “lost cause” white supremacists and their pals in the Ku Klux Klan want to venerate Lee and Jackson, let them erect statues in their back yards next to the Weber.

In Chicago, we have our own monument madness. First, there’s the ongoing kerfuffle about Balbo Drive and the classical Roman column donated to Chicago by Benito Mussolini to commemorate General Italo Balbo’s seaplane journey from Italy to Chicago. You can look up the bios of these two gents; suffice to say they were notable Fascists and ended up being our enemies during World War II. Nevertheless, some members of the Italian-American community consider it a personal insult that anyone would want to make any changes.

As it happens, our Italian-American friends are also under siege about Columbus Day. Many of our progressive souls, including my friends in Oak Park, have replaced Columbus Day with something called Indigenous Peoples’ Day. It seems Christopher was responsible for every bad thing that subsequently happened to the peoples who were already living in the Americas. Alas, he was a man of his times. There is no reason to believe that the results would have been any different had the first man to demonstrably set foot in the New World been a Dutchman, an Englishman, a Spaniard or a Portugeezer (how would you spell it?).

We can’t, unfortunately, expect historical figures to think and act as we would like. We venerate Abraham Lincoln for freeing the slaves, and believing that African-Americans were entitled to the same rights as all citizens. He never thought, however, that they were equal in other ways. In our enlightened times, he might well be considered a racist. Should we then topple all his statues, and rename Lincoln Park?

In an effort to be helpful to my Italian friends, I do have a suggestion about the Balbo problem. By all means, keep the Roman column; after all, it’s the real thing. Just take up a collection for a new base that could read: “This ancient Roman column commemorates the great achievements of the ancestors of the eminent Italian-Americans who have contributed so much to the greatness of their adopted City of Chicago.”

Oh, and rename Balbo Drive. How about Vito Marzullo Drive?

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

Leave Me Alone! 

By Patrick F. Cannon

There’s something deep within me that resists being told what to do. I know it can be perverse, but I suspect it’s something imbedded in the American psyche. So, when something like the Cook County soda tax comes along, it rankles me more than it would, for example, a Swede.

People like Michael Bloomberg also annoy me no end. He’s a leader of the “I know better” movement, as was Barrack Obama, who I otherwise rather liked (a sense of humor goes a long way with me). Both believe that most people need to be saved from themselves, and they’re just the men who are wise and smart enough to do it. While neither seems inclined to send we recalcitrants to the Guillotine, they are in the mold of Robespierre and his pals, who decided that cake wasn’t good for the peasantry.

I do not advocate for overindulgence, but I do think that life is tough enough without making it even grimmer by trying to make folks feel guilty for the occasional can of soda pop or hunk of red meat. I’m all for educating people about the harmful effects of too much sugar or fat; after that, leave them alone to decide their own fate.

While I’m being annoyed, let me condemn the processed food companies that are increasingly pandering to the science deniers by labeling their products as proudly “Non GMO.”  For those who still don’t know what GMO stands for, it’s “Genetically Modified Organism.” What it really means is that seeds and other plant materials have been developed to resist pests, disease, and drought, and thus require fewer pesticides, herbicides and water.  Good things, right? Not if you ask the goofballs – and this sadly includes the European Union – who think GMOs are a plot by the American seed companies to turn us into mutant freaks (nobody apparently asks themselves why they would want their customers to wander about foaming at the mouth).

The last time I looked, the world’s population is still increasing, while the amount of land under cultivation is decreasing. Were it not for American agricultural science, famine would be more widespread, not largely limited to areas of political turmoil.

Before you think I must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I did notice some good news recently. Despite the longstanding drama and confrontations between the Chicago teacher’s union, the Board of Education, Mayor Emanuel, and Governor Rauner, the high school graduation rate in Chicago has reached 77 percent. Not too long ago, it was less than 50 percent.

Finally, it looks like the middle class is making a comeback. Recent research reveals that 62 percent of Americans fall into the middle and upper middle classes, with 36 percent described as working or lower class. In 2006, before the recession, the numbers were 60 and 38, and as late as 2015, they were 51 and 48. If you can add, you’ll see that only one or two percent are considered really, really rich, although it’s true that income disparity still exists. Frankly, I put this down to the stupidity and culpability of corporate boards of directors, and our overemphasis on sports. And the latter is not just an American problem – have you seen what European soccer players are paid?

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

High Crimes and Misdemeanors 

By Patrick F. Cannon

In my recent piece on how we might rid ourselves of President Trump, I see I failed to go into sufficient detail on the criteria for impeachment. As you may know, the Constitution says an office holder – including the President – may be impeached for “high crimes and misdemeanors.” As with much of the language of the Constitution, it was left to future generations to define just what that meant. The Founders, it seems to me, have not been sufficiently excoriated for their laziness.

Many commentators have said that “high crimes” should be defined as what we would now call a felony. Now, “misdemeanor” is a word with which we’re familiar. Jaywalking or walking ones dog without a leash might fit the current definition, but surely we wouldn’t impeach a President for such lapses, as much as we might like to. But since the word is used as a reason for impeachment, I’ve given some thought to what might rise to the level of an impeachable offense.

For many years, I wore a suit and tie to work. I can tell you that it could be an onerous task. Manys the morning I appeared fully dressed, only to be told by my darling wife: “you’re not wearing that tie with that suit, are you?”  Once again, my color sense betrayed me, but there was one sin against fashion that I never committed – my tie never hung below my belt! Have you noticed that President Trump’s tie always hangs below his belt, sometimes even approaching his crotch!  In addition, he almost never appears with his suit coat buttoned. Is it possible he’s grown so paunchy that he can’t button his jacket? Can he not afford to have new suits made that fit? Are these fashion faux pas impeachable offenses? I wonder.

Then there’s his Trump Tower apartment. In a modernish if flashy building, he has chosen to furnish it as if it were in the palace at Versailles, all gold and glitz. Perhaps he sees himself at a latter day Louis the Sixteenth? If so, he should remember what happened to the good king, but then he doesn’t read history, does he? Perhaps all that gold leaf suits his personality, a combination of noveau riche Texas oil man and mafia don.

In Chicago, he chose to emblazon his name on what is an otherwise successful building. I ride the Green Line El into the city occasionally, and when the train makes the curve onto Wabash Avenue, it’s hard to avoid seeing the gigantic “TRUMP” dominating its façade. Its presence encourages one to bury ones nose in a book or peruse the ubiquitous cell phone.

And then there’s the hair. Now, it may be that none of these offenses to good taste rises to the level of impeachment by themselves, but surely their accumulation constitutes at least the “misdemeanors” that the Constitution demands?  Please do write to your representatives and senators demanding action. I am given to understand that many can now read simple English, as long as it’s not in a health care bill.

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

 

Still Here!

By Patrick F. Cannon 

I woke up this morning and Donald Trump was still president of the United States. Before this day is over and almost every day for the foreseeable future, he will say, do or tweet something that will make me cringe. It’s getting to be like “Ground Hog Day” for me and for many in our suffering country. Is there any way to end the agony?

Wishing. Despite our best hopes, I’m afraid “wishing won’t make it so.” I can imagine many among us, when blowing out the birthday candles, have wished he would go away. So far, no dice. This is not to say that a concerted, organized wishing campaign might not succeed in the long run. Perhaps it’s worth a try?

Impeachment. Since two presidents have been impeached, there is a little more hope here. Neither, however, was convicted by the Senate. For those of you who are confused by the process, the House of Representatives can vote articles of impeachment, but only a two-thirds vote by the Senate can remove a president from office (a few Federal judges have been convicted and removed from the bench).  Andrew Johnson escaped conviction by one vote in 1868, while only 50 votes of the 67 needed could be mustered to convict Bill Clinton in 1999, no Democratic senator apparently believing that perjury and obstruction of justice were sufficient grounds for removing a member of the inclusive Democratic Party from office. If President Trump was ever impeached, one wonders if he could expect the same loyalty from the Republicans.

Resignation. Richard Nixon resigned in August 1974 when it became clear to him that his impeachment and removal from office had become inevitable. Many now hope that Special Counsel Robert Mueller III will uncover something about Trump and the Russians, or in his business past, that is clearly illegal, thus eventually forcing him to do the same. Mueller’s ability to prevent his team from leaking information about the course of his investigations has frustrated these hopes so far (see Wishing above).

Unfitness. Now we’re getting somewhere! I believe – a belief shared by many in both political parties — that Donald Trump is mentally and emotionally unfit to be president of the United States. While the psychiatric profession is increasingly loathe to declaring anyone actually insane, Trump is at the very least a paranoid narcissist, with serious delusions of grandeur. There is no room here to list the many examples of his strange behavior; suffice it to say that unless under legal oath, he is a chronic liar and will always blame others for his own mistakes and shortcomings.

To remove him from office for unfitness, under the terms of the 25^th Amendment to the Constitution, the vice president and the majority of the cabinet would have to send a letter to the President Pro Tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House testifying to their opinion that the president is unfit to serve. Both houses would then have to agree by a two-thirds vote. While I don’t see this happening in the short term, President Trump is fully capable of doing something so loony that even the far right of the Republican Party will come to their senses.

Mass Suicide (ours). Only if he get reelected in 2020.

So, take your pick, keeping in mind that he may well last out his term of office. If he does, let’s hope the Republican Party doesn’t make the same mistake twice.

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Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon

 

A Penny Here, A Penny There 

By Patrick F. Cannon

On October 16 of last year, I appeared on WTTWs “Chicago Tonight” to plug my book, The Space Within: Inside Great Chicago Buildings. Coincidentally, that was the very day that Cook County President Toni Preckwinkle had proposed her penny an ounce tax on sweetened drinks. Although my book has proven more popular in the long run, I have to admit she was the main guest.

Let me explain briefly how the program works. It airs from 7 to 8 pm, but they want you there by 6:15 so one of the producers can brief you and get you made up (with pancake makeup that’s a pain to get off afterwards). Then you are taken to the “green” room to await the summons to take your place at one of the interview tables. While all these rooms are generically called “green,” in this case it was a conference room overlooking the production stage.

Lacking my usual entourage, I was alone in the room when President Preckwinkle swept in with four staff member in tow. The only man seemed to be her PR guy. Being a politician, Preckwinkle did say hello and asked why I was there. With the niceties out of the way, she and her staff began a kind of rehearsal of what kind of questions she might be asked by host Phil Ponce, much like the ones done before presidential election debates.

While I didn’t make notes, I can tell you that she decided on the tax primarily as a sure fire way to raise some cash, without regard for any health benefits. Indeed, it was one of her staff members who mentioned that she had recently seen a report on the harm that excessive consumption of soft drinks caused. It was clear that everyone in the room considered this heaven sent, as now they had a legitimate cover for the cash grab. I made a glib comment to that effect, which was not considered helpful.

If you live in the Chicago area, you now know that the county board president caught holy hell over the tax once it became effective recently. The obvious fallacy of tying it to health benefits is that, like tobacco taxes, it might drive down consumption and become a revenue source of diminishing returns. But Preckwinkle, like her counterparts at all levels of Illinois government, is a proponent of our classic political philosophy: get ours today and to hell with tomorrow.

Actually, I don’t think she went far enough. If sweetened drinks are bad for you, how about sweetened anything? Near me as I write this is a bag of cookies. They are covered with chocolate and bits of salty pretzel. Addictive? You bet. Each contains 45 calories, much of it obviously from sweeteners. To be fair, should we not tax cookies, candy and other sweets? If sugar in drinks is bad for you, is not all sugar bad for you?

To compute such a tax, it would only be necessary to add some kind of sugar value to all packaged foods. We already have onerous labeling laws – why not one more? My guess is that my bag of cookies, which contains 675 total calories, probably has half that total in sweeteners. Not to be too greedy, you could charge a tax of a tenth of a cent for each sugary calorie. My math is a bit shaky, but I think that would yield about 33.75 cents from my bag of cookies.

Being Cook County, the courts would be unlikely to find the new tax unconstitutional. After all, most of the local judges owe their seats to the Democratic Party, as do the Justices of the Illinois Supreme Court, who predictably have struck down every effort at pension or other reforms, including redistricting and term limits.

Oh, and while we’re at it, didn’t I just read something about the dire health effects of red meat?

Copyright 2017, Patrick F. Cannon