Dinner with the Bushes

Today was a crazy day in Busan gearing up for the APEC Summit.  I finished pretty late today and headed to E-Mart for a quick dinner.  After this blog entry I’m heading to bed for some much needed rest.  Tomorrow night will end even later than today did.
 
I want to reminisce tonight on what happened last Friday when I was still in Seoul.  A couple really wonderful things happened; the first I will write about tonight, and the other I’ll recount tomorrow.  On Friday evening my wife and I went to a benefit dinner at the Shilla Hotel hosted by the Korean American Association in honor of former President George Bush and Barbara Bush.  We were fortunate to have the chance to meet the former president for the first (and probably only) time.  The dinner was a fundraiser for the Hurricane Katrina Relief Fund.  Just as they did for the Tsunami Relief Fund, President Bush and President Clinton joined together again to raise money for the victims of Hurricane Katrina and to help rebuild the U.S. Gulf Coast region.  President and Mrs. Bush came to Korea to raise funds for the relief effort.  Korean Foreign Minister Ban Ki-Moon introduced the President and Mrs. Bush.  He speaks eloquently in English, and he laced his speech with lighthearted comedy.  President Bush also delivered a great speech.  Following the speeches and a toast, we had a wonderful dinner, followed by a couple musical performances, including a rockin’ drum solo by U.S. Ambassador to Korea, Alexander Vershbow.  His drumming made the jazzy music just a bit more rock n’ roll.  He is such a classy guy.
 
The evening was laced with reminisces from Bush’ distinguished career, including his distaste for broccoli and headlines-grabbing parachute jump on his 80th birthday.  He looked fabulous for a man of 82 years.  I can only hope to be so vigorous at that age; heck, I’m not even that active now, and I’m much younger!  It’s quite a contrast to last year when I went to the Capitol Rotunda in Washington, D.C. and paid my last respects to President Reagan, who wasn’t much older than President Bush is now.  The dinner also reminded me of the 1992 Presidential Election, when President Clinton defeated President Bush.  During the dinner, President Bush noted his collaboration with President Clinton on tsunami and hurricane relief, and he said, "Just because someone defeats you doesn’t mean he’s your enemy."  It’s something I think those working on Capitol Hill should take to heart–Democrats and Republicans.  President Bush’ reference to his 1992 defeat reminded me of that Election night so long ago, when I was still dating my future wife.  I was a student working at a restaurant on a college campus, and my wife came to visit me briefly.  I remember talking to her for a few minutes while I rested my head on my mop handle.  I didn’t even watch the election results and didn’t find out until the next day who had won the election.  We’ve come a long way in those 13 years since we were in school and working part time.  I never would have thought 13 years ago that I would one day be sitting at a dinner with the former President and First Lady.  If I could, I would love to be able to my younger self myself about Friday night, I don’t think I would have believed me.

Thank you, Rosa Parks

Rosa Parks (1913-2005)  passed away on October 24 at age 92.  She was laid to rest today in Detroit and remembered fondly as someone who stood up to injustice and provided the impetus for the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950’s and 1960’s.  Her story is incredible–a unassuming African American lady who committed a simple act that provided a rallying point for a movement that changed the course of history.  On December 1, 1955, Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on a Montgomery, Alabama bus to a Caucasian* and was arrested.  Her act of civil disobedience prompted a 13-month boycott of the Montgomery bus system by the African American community, ultimately leading to a fundamental shift in American society.  From Martin Luther’s “I Have a Dream” speech to the overturning of segregationist Jim Crow laws, Rosa Parks’ simple act of disobedience led to nothing short of a political earthquake in the United States.  While racism and inequality still exist in the United States, thanks to a single act by Rosa Parks, America has come a long way since the 1960’s.  Thank you, Rosa Parks.
 
Many Americans know that Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on an Alabama bus, but few know the details of what happened on that Montgomery, Alabama bus on December 1, 1955.  Here is an excerpt from Rosa Parks’ interview with schoolchildren in February 1997 posted on Scholastic’s web site, where she recounts the events of that fateful day in December 1955:

That particular day that I decided was not the first time I had trouble with that particular driver. He evicted me before, because I would not go around to the back door after I was already onto the bus. The evening that I boarded the bus, and noticed that he was the same driver, I decided to get on anyway. I did not sit at the very front of the bus; I took a seat with a man who was next to the window — the first seat that was allowed for “colored” people to sit in. We were not disturbed until we reached the third stop after I boarded the bus. At this point a few white people boarded the bus, and one white man was left standing. When the driver noticed him standing, he spoke to us (the man and two women across the aisle) and told us to let the man have the seat. The other three all stood up. But the driver saw me still sitting there. He said would I stand up, and I said, “No, I will not.” Then he said, “I’ll have you arrested.” And I told him he could do that. So he didn’t move the bus any further. Several black people left the bus.

Two policemen got on the bus in a couple of minutes. The driver told the police that I would not stand up. The policeman walked down and asked me why I didn’t stand up, and I said I didn’t think I should stand up. “Why do you push us around?” I asked him. And he said, “I don’t know. But the law is the law and you are under arrest.” As soon as he said that I stood up, the three of us left the bus together.

One of them picked up my purse, the other picked up my shopping bag. And we left the bus together. It was the first time I’d had that particular thing happen. I was determined that I let it be known that I did not want to be treated in this manner. The policemen had their squad car waiting, they gave me my purse and bag, and they opened the back door of the police car for me to enter.

Few people know the antagonists in this drama.  The Caucasian bus driver who initially accosted Rosa Parks was James Blake.  The New York Times reports that the driver had evicted Rosa Parks from a bus in 1943, 13 years before the 1955 incident, for refusing to enter the bus through the back door.  I don’t think the driver was aware of that fact when Rosa Parks entered the bus in 1955, although Rosa Parks recognized him and remembered what he had done to her.  Some writers have written that an unnamed Caucasian rider demanded that Rosa Parks give up her seat, but it appears from Rosa’s own description of the incident that the rider without a seat remained silent while James Blake confronted Rosa Parks.  It is not without irony that someone who apparently steadfastly embraced segregationism also played a role in launching the Civil Rights Movement.  I wonder if James Blake would have done what he had done to Rosa Parks had he known what his arrest threat against Rosa Parks would set in motion.  If he were still alive today, I believe that even he would be a changed man and would realize the folly of segregationism.  We’ll probably never know, because he likely died in obscurity.  However, I suspect that even he would have eventually appreciated what Rosa Parks did for America.

 

Blog Note*:  Although many writers refer to Caucasians as “whites” or “white man” or “white people” when telling the story of Rosa Parks, I prefer to be consistent and contemporary when it comes to racial terms.  The Federal Government now uses the terms “African American” and “Caucasian” as racial definitions, as do I.

 

For my 2012 post commemorating Martin Luther King Day, click here.

 

A strangely haunting day

Today was a strange day indeed.  Typically Saturdays are not a flurry of activity around our house, but today was different.  Perhaps a whiff of All Hallow’s Eve spawned some added tempestuousness today.  Actually, Halloween festivities were celebrated today in the American community in Seoul because October 31st is a Monday.  (Most Koreans do not celebrate Halloween, although some who live near military bases have adopted the holiday as a way to get free candy.)  The grand opening of the National Museum of Korea in Seoul this weekend also added to the day’s disequilibrium.  For three consecutive days, the National Museum, the sixth largest museum in the world, has been broadcasting ethereal Korean music and setting off fireworks displays, electrifying the surrounding neighborhoods.  The Halloween and National Museum grand opening celebrations collectively cast an abnormal pall over the day today.  Nothing seemed of the ordinary today.
 
Many other tangential events also transpired.  ‘Tis the season, I suppose.  The lazy days of summer are long gone, and the flurry of activity preceding the Yuletide is now upon us.  My son attended two different birthday parties, and I was invited over to a friend’s house for a Halloween party (I declined so I could take my son trick o’ treating).  Tomorrow another coworker will marry, and I will likely attend (I just found out and may have to change plans).  Some roughneck guys in the community hosted a no-holds barred football game, which I also missed (I promised to play in the Thanksgiving Day game).  Despite going to two different birthday parties in the neighborhood, my son still managed to take a nap.  He ate so much sugar and was so stimulated by today’s activities that he is still awake as I write and will probably sleep rather fitfully tonight. 
 
Tonight one of my wife’s coworkers and his family joined us for dinner (pizza) and trick o’ treating.  We all went trick o’ treating on Yongsan Army Base, home of some of the best trick o’ treating in Korea (it is also a very, very safe place to trick o’ treat).  My son was dressed up as (who else) "Thomas the Tank Engine."  His cute little costume featured a front pocket where he could store his candy treasure–his cargo hold.  The coworker’s young daughter was a princess.  It was her first time trick o’ treating as well as the first time the family had visited the U.S. Army base.  Although it is located next to their home in Itaewon, their family had ever had an opportunity to visit Yongsan before.  Most residents of Seoul have never been on Yongsan Army Base because it is restricted to authorized personnel (mostly military).  Tonight was also the first time my son had experienced trick o’ treating.  He had a great time collecting candy and watching other children dressed in an assortment of fanciful Halloween costumes.  At first he was too shy to tell strangers "trick o’ treat," but by the fourth or fifth house visit he’d built up enough courage to say the magic words and accept candy.  We not sure what we’re going to do with all the candy he collected.  He sure isn’t allowed to each all that unhealthy candy!  Dad may have to step in and eat some of it for him.  Sometimes dads have to make big sacrifices for their children.  LOL
 
Tonight our community hosted the best Haunted House I’ve ever seen.  I haven’t been in a haunted house for years, but this one had to be one of best volunteer, non-profit haunted houses in the world.  It was absolutely fabulous!  I toured the house after it was over, and I was immensely disturbed by the haunted remnants.  One of the ladies in our community who has been doing community haunted houses for over 12 years put in an amazing amount of work putting on the Haunted House, and other members of the community helped her turn it into a literal work of art.  Over 550 people went through the house in just three hours (the community Haunted House is open just one night each year).  Although this is only the 2nd annual community Haunted House, it’s already legendary in Seoul.  Tomorrow I will go back to help clean up and tear down displays.  Next year I might also participate as a mad doctor or killer clown.  Our community association helped fund the Haunted House, but it made so much money that the organizers did not need the funding after all.  I’m glad someone was willing to put in many thankless hours to make it happen.  The community wouldn’t be the same without it.