Five People Who Have Influenced Me The Most – Eric Hoffer

I somehow feel this post is of a most timely nature. We – in the US – have been in presidential election posture for an uncommonly mind-numbing long period already. The actual vote won’t even take place for another 8-9 months, yet here we sit, inundated with all the lameness, lying and hyperbole our television sets and message boards can provide. It drives me up to the point of distraction – a dreadful position to find one’s self on the eve of such an important juncture. I also know my view is hardly unique. My most admired minds, my friends, are all in the same boat, floating on a miasma of stupid.

It inspires me to seek origins. Where does it all come from? How did we get here? What are the underlying messages within this eggshell of irrationality? Who is addressing most what we need to hear and vote for? And how would we ever arrive at a blend of this need and reality?

The man portrayed below helps me weather any number of social and personal confusions. I agree it is weirdly positioned in a landscape blog as I make clear at the onset. But who the hell cares where we get what we need? I’m sticking with that, lol. Sue me.

I’ll no doubt place these sporadically because the meat of this blog is landscaping and not all of these figures – in fact only one – is a landscaper. But I also believe we can do things such as this not only as exercises to explain ourselves to others, but to actually honor that which they accomplished. There is always merit in praising those who deserve it. It gives them a wider audience and writing about their influence on myself  supplies information about what they mean to the world – even if it merely my small corner.

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There is no personal rating system which quantifies these values. Just the fact that I simply know what effect their products and work have had on my life. But let me begin with one who talks about a value and a process without which I would not be able to do this blog. I am, if nothing else, about working. The tasks of landscaping – among the many in this kaleidoscopic field – involved serious quantities of dead lifting. I once tried to figure out the total weight of an average day’s efforts, where I moved one heavy thing to another location and I believe I came up with somewhere around five tons. Now, earlier when I was younger, this would have all been moved by hand – moved by wheelbarrow or shovel and rake. Later, of course, I did less, although, because I got smarter and began finding budgets and tools to support machines for the work I had once labored over, I bet the tonnage moves up substantially. Well, anyway, it does not have to be as hard or as onerous as it seems. In spite of how brutal it felt at the times – Lord, how many of those??? – I made out OK, after all. But in the end I thoroughly enjoyed it and I got some spiritual fulfillment from a guy who has always been all over work about the “value of work” – Eric Hoffer.

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Eric Hoffer posed himself as The Everyman, although, the truth is he considered himself far more aligned with the stragglers and the “underclass”. He believed that work and the development of a trade which one does well is a rite of passage for young men and that the affluence of the post war period of the 50’s and 60’s contributed to a longer “adolescence”, in that this development was often avoided – sometimes through the advice of parents: “If you don’t get your degree, you’ll be in Viet Nam or longshoring or digging ditches!” He thus earned the title of “conservative” from academics – whom he also criticized for being very desirous of power but who also bit the hands that fed them.  When called an intellectual, he insisted that he was a longshoreman. Hoffer has been dubbed by some authors as “longshoreman philosopher.” Academics had a hard time with Hoffer. 😉

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As a kid of 5, in 1907, in New York City, his mother fell while holding him, down a flight of stairs. She died two years later from complications of that fall and Eric lost his sight at the age of 7. He also lost much of his memory as well. It was 8 years later when his sight miraculously returned and one of the prominent desires he had always had came to fruition – he read books like crazy. He remained a voracious reader his entire life.

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He moved at the age of 20 to Los Angleles where he figured a poor man could live in such weather. He lived on the street and sold oranges door-to-door until he realized he was a natural salesman and he could make good money. Uncomfortable with that idea, he quit. He was in something of a downward spiral and he attempted suicide and failed but it “scared him straight”. The experience gave him a new determination to live adventurously. It was then he left skid row and became a  migrant worker, and then, after that 5 year phase he took on various odd jobs, finally moving  to San Fransisco in 1941. He tried joining the war effort but was rejected because of a hernia so he did what he thought would help most by becoming a longshoreman at the docks. He settled down and stayed for the remainder of his life, working at the docks until he was 65. He began writing then and even ended up with a column as time went by.

Hoffer’s first book caused quite a sensation: “The Ordeal of Change”.  In a nutshell, Hoffer addresses one of his most fascinating themes, mass movements and mass psychology. I happen to like this stuff as well, but Hoffer always and forever included the working man in his diatribes. Indeed, it is the premise from which this all flows. The most central theme of all, for Hoffer is self-esteem.

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Self Esteem

Hoffer focused on the consequences of a lack of self-esteem. He assumed self-esteem is granted by labor and by accomplishment in the real world. But he saw other puzzles of a grander sort when he stopped to analyze the totalitarian movements that caused World War 2.  He postulated that fanaticism and self-righteousness are rooted in self-hatred, self-doubt, and insecurity. As he describes in True Believer, he believed a passionate obsession with the outside world or with the private lives of other people is merely a craven attempt to compensate for a lack of meaning in one’s own life. In this simple assumption is where my own considerations merge with his. Granted that’s a simple bit of logic, yet it tells us much in just that simplicity.

Hoffer always contended that the world was “changing too fast”. To quote Wikipedia’s succinct passage explaining this:

“In Hoffer’s view, rapid change is not a positive thing for a society, and too rapid change can cause a regression in maturity for those who were brought up in a very different society than what that society has become. He noted that in 1960s America, many young adults were still living in extended adolescence. Seeking to explain the attraction of the New Left protest movements, he characterized them as the result of widespread affluence, (and including the rise of an overwhelming  Corporate Culture) which, in his words, “is robbing a modern society of whatever it has left of puberty rites to routinize the attainment of manhood.”

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“Hoffer further notes that the reason working-class Americans did not by and large join in the 1960s protest movements and subcultures was they had entry into meaningful labor as an effective rite of passage out of adolescence, while both the very poor who lived on welfare and the affluent were, in his words “prevented from having a share in the world’s work and of proving their manhood by doing a man’s work and getting a man’s pay” and thus remained in a state of extended adolescence, lacking in necessary self-esteem, and prone to joining mass movements as a form of compensation.”

Make no mistake, the actual issues of The Movement during that time were relevant. Women’ Rights, racial equality, corporate accountability, an unproductive war sending 400 kids a week home in bags were all compelling as they could possibly be. They burst through and are as relevant even now. Those times saw the intersection of an incredible number of changing things. Bear in mind as well that that generation were raised with the specter of Nuclear War as real as anything we can imagine. I know my dreams were full of fearsome mushroom clouds and unearthly destruction, too.

For Me

I am a fan. He is the working man’s common sense philosopher who butted his head against the Freudians and the academics of his day, extremely unfashionable yet amazingly penetrating. Hoffer’s lack of a formal college education contributed to his independent thought, and his books remain as insightful and just as classic today.

I recall first reading him and reveling in how much plain common sense it all made. Eric Hoffer hit me like a ton of bricks right when I was most ready for him, I believe. I just felt fortunate to have run across a man who valued work in an era when it actually seemed – and does, still seem – to not matter in people’s assessment of what it takes to be happy. His commentary on the mass movements of modern politics should be primary reading for anyone who wonders how these movements form and how the develop more.

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It’s all a puzzle but it also explains my views of life and work. It has much to do with this blog inasmuch as I am working here, too. Since I am working, and since I get some self-esteem from this project, I feel it’s natural to explain why. I do promise this will be a rather final statement about self-esteem. I like it – we all like it – it works to make a body feel good. Everything else is as it should be, I reckon.

After all, we like looking into things. 😉

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Making stuff can be terrific fun in the end.

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Finally, as if this post needed lengthening, lol……….. I want to add what Ike thought about modern times and Eric Hoffer. I feel nothing is more eloquent than what he wrote in this very private mail where his full admiration for Hoffer stands as absolutely gigantic:

The story began in 1958, when Eisenhower received a letter from Robert Biggs, a terminally ill World War II veteran. Biggs told the president that he “felt from your recent speeches the feeling of hedging and a little uncertainty.” He added, “We wait for someone to speak for us and back him completely if the statement is made in truth.”

Eisenhower could have discarded Biggs’s note or sent a canned response. But he didn’t. He composed a thoughtful reply. After enduring Senator Joseph McCarthy of Wisconsin, who had smeared his old colleague Gen. George C. Marshall as a Communist sympathizer, and having guarded the Republican Party against the newly emergent radical right John Birch Society, which labeled him and much of his cabinet Soviet agents, the president perhaps welcomed the opportunity to expound on his vision of the open society.

“I doubt that citizens like yourself could ever, under our democratic system, be provided with the universal degree of certainty, the confidence in their understanding of our problems, and the clear guidance from higher authority that you believe needed,” Eisenhower wrote on Feb. 10, 1959. “Such unity is not only logical but indeed indispensable in a successful military organization, but in a democracy debate is the breath of life.”

Eisenhower also recommended a short book — “The True Believer” by Eric Hoffer, a self-educated itinerant longshoreman who earned the nickname “the stevedore philosopher.” “Faith in a holy cause,” Hoffer wrote, “is to a considerable extent a substitute for the lost faith in ourselves.”

Though Eisenhower was criticized for lacking an intellectual framework or even an interest in ideas, he was drawn to Hoffer’s insights. He explained to Biggs that Hoffer “points out that dictatorial systems make one contribution to their people which leads them to tend to support such systems — freedom from the necessity of informing themselves and making up their own minds concerning these tremendous complex and difficult questions.” The authoritarian follower, Eisenhower suggested, desired nothing more than insulation from the pressures of a free society.

Alluding to Senator McCarthy and his allies, Eisenhower pointed out that cold war fears were distorted and exploited for political advantage. “It is difficult indeed to maintain a reasoned and accurately informed understanding of our defense situation on the part of our citizenry when many prominent officials, possessing no standing or expertness as they themselves claim it, attempt to further their own ideas or interests by resorting to statements more distinguished by stridency than by accuracy.”

Another Schmaltzy Love Story

This one’s not about gardening, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think my fellow landscapers and gardeners won’t like it. They will, actually.

No, this one is about a game and a sport and a team. And it’s also about pride and an unsolicited human concern for dignity.

This one is uplifting. We are all better for reading it.

I rob Rick Reilly’s column at least once a year. Two years ago I posted his article on a Texas high school football team who scheduled a team of incarcerated kids. The hosts’  parents made them feel welcomed and like real social achievers – respectable athletes instead of criminals to be feared, by cheering for them by name during the game and by being friendly and open. According to Reilly, the looks on the faces and the happy smiles on the kids as they left made the entire Millennium better by degrees.

This story is quite similar. Once again, Rick Reilly gets my vote a Writer Mensch Of The Year, simply by pointing out some of the touching events which still occur between caring human beings.  Enjoy!

For love of the game

Reilly By Rick Reilly
ESPN.com

Marshall SoftballIndyStar.comMarshall softball players Antanai Coleman, left, and Taylor Stigger try on catching gear with the help of Roncalli junior varsity coach Jeff Traylor.

We live in a world where Peyton Manning walks off the Super Bowl field without shaking anybody’s hand. Where Tiger Woods leaves the Masters without a word of thanks to the fans or congratulations to the winner. Where NFL lineman Albert Haynesworth kicks a man’s helmetless head without a thought.

So if you think sportsmanship is toast, this next story is an all-you-can-eat buffet to a starving man.

It happened at a junior varsity girls’ softball game in Indianapolis this spring. After an inning and a half, Roncalli was womanhandling inner-city Marshall Community. Marshall pitchers had already walked nine Roncalli batters. The game could’ve been 50-0 with no problem.

It’s no wonder. This was the first softball game in Marshall history. A middle school trying to move up to include grades 6 through 12, Marshall showed up to the game with five balls, two bats, no helmets, no sliding pads, no cleats, 16 players who’d never played before, and a coach who’d never even seen a game.

One Marshall player asked, “Which one is first base?” Another: “How do I hold this bat?” They didn’t know where to stand in the batter’s box. Their coaches had to be shown where the first- and third-base coaching boxes were.

That’s when Roncalli did something crazy. It offered to forfeit.

Yes, a team that hadn’t lost a game in 2½ years, a team that was going to win in a landslide purposely offered to declare defeat. Why? Because Roncalli wanted to spend the two hours teaching the Marshall girls how to get better, not how to get humiliated.

“The Marshall players did NOT want to quit,” wrote Roncalli JV coach Jeff Traylor, in recalling the incident. “They were willing to lose 100 to 0 if it meant they finished their first game.” But the Marshall players finally decided if Roncalli was willing to forfeit for them, they should do it for themselves. They decided that maybe — this one time — losing was actually winning.

That’s about when the weirdest scene broke out all over the field: Roncalli kids teaching Marshall kids the right batting stance, throwing them soft-toss in the outfield, teaching them how to play catch. They showed them how to put on catching gear, how to pitch, and how to run the bases. Even the umps stuck around to watch.

“One at a time the Marshall girls would come in to hit off of the [Roncalli] pitchers,” Traylor recalled. “As they hit the ball their faces LIT UP! They were high fiving and hugging the girls from Roncalli, thanking them for teaching to them the game.”

This is the kind of thing that can backfire with teenagers — the rich kids taking pity on the inner-city kids kind of thing. Traylor was afraid of it, too.

“One wrong attitude, one babying approach from our players would shut down the Marshall team, who already were down,” wrote Traylor. “But our girls made me as proud as I have ever been. … [By the end], you could tell they were having a blast. The change from the beginning of the game to the end of the practice was amazing.”

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Jeff Traylor/Roncalli High School Roncalli High School’s girls’ softball team demonstrated true compassion to Marshall High.

Roncalli wasn’t done. Traylor asked all the parents of his players and anybody else he knew for more help for Marshall — used bats, gloves, helmets, money for cleats, gloves, sliders, socks and team shirts. They came up with $2,500 and worked with Marshall on the best way to help the program with that money. Roncalli also connected Marshall with former Bishop Chatard coach Kim Wright, who will advise the program.

“We probably got to some things 10 years quicker than we would have had without Roncalli,” says Marshall principal Michael Sullivan.

And that was just the appetizer. A rep from Reebok called Sullivan and said, “What do you need? We’ll get it for you.” A man who owns an indoor batting cage facility has offered free time in the winter. The Cincinnati Reds are donating good dirt for the new field Marshall will play on.

“This could’ve been a thing where our kids had too much pride,” says Sullivan. “You know, ‘I’m not going to listen to anybody.’ But our kids are really thirsty to learn.”

And they are. Marshall never won a game, but actually had leads in its last three games. In fact, it went so well, the players and their parents asked if they could extend the season, so they’re looking to play AAU summer softball.

Just a thought: Major League Baseball is pulling hamstrings trying to figure out how to bring baseball back to the inner city. Maybe it should put the Roncalli and Marshall girls in charge?

Anyway, it’s not an important story, just one that squirts apple juice right in your face. And who knows? Maybe someday, Marshall will be beating Roncalli in the final inning, realize how far it has come, and forfeit again, just as a thank you.

The Role Of Humor – Will Rogers

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“I’m not a real movie star. I’ve still got the same wife I started out with twenty-eight years ago.”  Will Rogers

It has been an article of faith in my family’s genealogical discussions that Will Rogers was my Grandfather’s  cousin. Actually, more than that – it’s true. Naturally, I am proud of it all, as are all my relatives. My grandfather’s name was Paul Rogers, obviously the maiden name of my very own Mom. I remember one time someone telling my daughter Alena – probably around the 3rd or 4th grade – that they were “descended from royalty”. She was moping and feeling dreadfully “unconnected” to her own ‘royalty’ and she said as much.It reminded me of when I came home all sad and feeling so small over a similar taunting sense of deprivation at about the same age. Then my own Mom told me about our own genealogy. Needless to say, both my daughter and I were delighted to learn some of the facts of our family history. Face it – everyone is. We gain so much by such an in depth look at where we come from – it puts us in touch with the past and makes us curious about the eras when these most interesting people lived. For example, another ancestor of ours came over on a ship with the first settlers in New Amsterdam – New York. Which leads to a small but humorous tale:

I had a good friend named Ed Starkins who still lives in Vancouver, who was all agog about getting a Canada Council Grant to travel to England to help with research on a book he was writing about a murder in Vancouver which took place in 1926. It was an upper class scandal, never resolved, and Ed wanted to open it all back up. Even the research  had some intrigues of its own. Here’s the book: Who Killed Janet Smith? Nice and cheap now, Ed!

Well, my friend Ed was also all hyped up about seeing some of his ancestors in the ‘oldest graveyards in New York City’. It was to be one of the side benefits, especially evocative for him since he was pretty much born and raised in San Diego.

Poor Ed.

When he came back, after what must have been a month away, he had tales of how he was barred from opening 100 year old files owing to the potential damage to family reputations they could cause – all the opium wars, illegal shipping and the likes. These were all fascinating. But he also had a real bummer, experienced in NYC. When I asked him if he had indeed found graves of his ancestors, he said a sad “No, man.” Furthermore, lol……….he said this:

“There were a billion frigging  Snedekers !” 😉

I held my mud, lol, not wanting to hurt him further. It was a great moment and rare. My Spanish friend, a mutual friend to Ed and I, who was raised in an ancestral home in La Coruna, Spain, and whose family has furniture from the 1500’s up in their attic, laughed at us both. Honestly, it’s really all pretty relative. (Pardon the pun.) 🙂

Moving right along, now……….being related to Will Rogers meant one signal and very important thing to me. It meant I could study him with some pride of place but – even more important – it meant that I could study him. Irregardless of any genetic attachment I may have, this man was a great man. Since we see so much comedy replacing literal political explanation any more – Jon Stewart comes to mind – we remember Bob Hope, Mark Twain and so many other Americans throughout our history who used humor to literally shed light on our modern problems. Quotes such as these are timeless:-

– The income tax has made more liars out of Americans than golf!

– I belong to no organized party, I’m a Democrat.

– If stupidity got us in this mess, why can’t it get us out?

– People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing  😉

Diplomacy is the art of saying “Nice doggie” until you can find a rock. (!!!!)

–  Diplomats are just as essential to starting a war as soldiers are for finishing it… You take diplomacy out of war, and the thing would fall flat in a week.

– (a personal favorite of mine):  I bet after seeing us, George Washington would sue us for calling him “father.” Hahaha.

Rogers had a huge attachment to Hollywood, of course, being in the exceedingly unusual situation of quite literally playing himself in later films as his notoriety increased. One thing about the man, however, and the purest source of all the admiration which was ladled upon him when he was around was his utter humanity. In this day and age, how many men do we know who believe this way?:

“I bet you if I had met him and had a chat with him, I would have found him a very interesting and human fellow, for I never yet met a man that I didn’t like. When you meet people, no matter what opinion you might have formed about them beforehand, why, after you meet them and see their angle and their personality, why, you can see a lot of good in all of them.”

That is pure Will Rogers and that alone is the most respectable opinion I believe anyone can possibly have about life on this Earth.

Most of us know a lot about Will Rogers, so I won’t expound much more on it, other than to say I like paying homage to those who really, really deserve it. I don’t care what the subject matter of a blog is supposed to be, we all have room for Will Rogers.

Movie theaters across the country went silent for an hour to commemorate his funeral and his passing. In 1935, Congress also observed a moment of silence in his memory and CBS and NBC, the two Titans of radio back then, closed off the airwaves for a full half hour in his memory. Will’s obituary filled four full pages in the New York Times.

I think we owe it to ourselves to honor people like this. These guys make us great.

Next: “Stalking the Wild Dandolion!”