environmentalism

Abbie Hoffman

(November 30, 1936 – April 12, 1989)

I just finished painting Abbie Hoffman’s portrait as I am writing this. I was surprised by the conversation I had with him during the process. I had four encounters with him in real life. The first was in April 1970 on the University of Minnesota, Minneapolis campus. It was either a moratorium against the war in Vietnam or it was Earth Week. I was there with nine other students from my enriched geometry class to be part of a jury for seniors in the Law School. Abbie was on the steps of a building across the square hollering through a megaphone.

The last time I saw him, he was going by the name Barry Freed. It was 1982 or ‘83. (This is where I go on a rabbit trail to explain how I keep track of things like that.) I was hitchhiking, because we did not have a car. Our 1959 Pontiac threw a rod going up the hill on Rte. 562 on the way to see our midwife.

The encounters I had with Abbie Hoffman were random and infrequent, but he somehow left his mark on my soul. Maybe we connected because we shared mental illnesses: severe depressive disorder and bipolar. Most days he knew how to make the best of it. He brought humor to the revolution.

The day he took his own life, I knew something was wrong with him. I felt an urge to go to New Hope and find him. I had no idea where in New Hope he lived. I just knew something was terribly wrong. I also knew there was nothing I could do to help. It was April 12, 1989. He had taken 150 phenobarbital, “enough to kill 15 men” according to Rolling Stone.

I don’t know how or why I sometimes know this stuff. I just do. Years ago, I told my therapist I woke up at 3 am crying for Pretoria, South Africa. I turned on my computer and found out there was a major disaster there. It was her last week before retiring. She said that I was different from all her other clients. So many were upset that their canned goods weren’t in alphabetical order, but I was depressed over real problems, so don’t I feel better now?

I told her, No, and that I was glad she was retiring. I can be harsh. At least it takes out the guess work of where you stand with me.

Abbie was a leader in the peace movement against the war in Vietnam, and an environmental activist against nuclear power and nuclear weapons. He did this work with style and humor. He wrote a book entitled “Steal This Book.” It did not make him or his publisher much money. Too many readers took the title seriously. He co-founded the Youth International Party (“Yippies”) and was a member of the Chicago Seven. He was also a leading proponent of the Flower Power movement.

The painting is Black & White acrylic on 20″ x 20″ stretched canvas. The edges are painted gray, titled and signed in white.

Price: $200 plus postage

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Rachel Carson

Rachel Carson

I painted this portrait of Rachel Carson while sitting at a picnic table in Menlo Park at Perkasie Pennsylvania’s Earth Day observance, yesterday. Earlier in the week, on Kid’s Corner, on WXPN Radio, I had heard the history of Earth Day and learned that there would never have been an Earth Day had it not been for Rachel Carson, and her scientific insights and tenacity. Yet she died in 1964 and the first Earth Day was in 1970. It was her book, Silent Spring, which had so caught Sen. Gaylord Nelson’s imagination and empowered his environmentalism.

It was the first time such a book, a scientific and fairly technical book had caught the imagination of the general population of the US. The title was the thing that did it. Rachel Carson was a marine biologist and a chemist and had noticed how the pesticides, particularly DDT, accumulated as it traveled up the food chain to the larger, predatory birds, like hawks, vultures and eagles. One of its effects was to reduce the presence of calcium, so that the egg shells were so soft that they would be crushed in the nest during incubation. Theoretically, with the continued overuse of these pesticides, we could reach the point where we would no longer hear birdsong in the Spring. Another effect was actually making malaria resistant mosquitoes. She testified before the Senate. For this, she was mocked and attacked for being a single woman. Her character was questioned. She was slandered, even though she had made sacrifices to support her widowed mother and sisters through the Great Depression and adopted her orphaned nephew, etc., because she had a good income from her books.

The first Earth Day was not a convenient, fun event on a Saturday or Sunday to remind us to Reuse, Reduce, Recycle (which is a dubious tactic which only slows the path of consumer goods to ever-growing landfills). It was on a Wednesday. Over 20,000,000 Americans took part. No one really knows for sure how many. It was organized and ‘documented’ before the days of the internet or cellphones in schools of all levels. Many turned it into Earth Week, like the University of Minnesota did, with a week-long environmental “teach-in” and fair. I helped organize our Earth Day (April 22) at Carl Sandburg Junior High in Golden Valley, Minnesota. We started by hundreds of us, who normally rode the bus to school, walked and picked up litter as we came in and as we went home. That day, about half of the classes were taught outdoors and the lessons involved environmental, conservation or ecological themes. About 100 of us vowed to permanently abandon the buses and either bicycle or walk for the rest of the school year. This actually did reduce emissions as most of these were students who were those involved in after school activities who would quite often get special activity bus rides home, which now could be eliminated.

Earth Day was the closest thing that the US had ever had to general strike. Pres. Nixon was already under pressure from the Watergate investigation. Earth Day/Week scared him to death. He knew he had to do something about this. By July, he had started the EPA. He knew he could not survive in office if he did not respond to the people on this. DDT was banned. Emission and water purity standards were established. Mileage standards were imposed Speed limits were reduced. Air and water quality dramatically improved. Cancers and other diseases were reduced by millions! Now we have a buffoon in the White House who is trying to undo all of that! And we have a yarn bombing on a Saturday in the park instead of Earth Day.

Rachel Carson was born on May 27, 1907, on her family’s farm near Springdale, PA. She died of complications of breast cancer in her home in Silver Spring, MD, April 14, 1964. This portrait is in my “Heroes” series.

Painting is acrylic on 12″ x 12″ stretched canvas.

Price: $125 plus postage.

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