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From Reagan To Kamala

This photo appeared in the NY Daily News when I covered the ’84 convention as their Hometown Correspondent. I was a Reagan Delegate, and a Member of the Republican State Committee from Brooklyn, NY.

Forty years ago this week, I was a Reagan Delegate at the Republican National Convention in Dallas. This November, I’m voting for Kamala Harris — for many of the same reasons I supported Ronald Reagan.

Hear me out.

First of all — as millions of Americans can clearly see — Kamala Harris is an optimist, running an upbeat, even joyful campaign, one that is built on the sincere belief that America’s best days are still ahead.

Trump’s campaign is all doom and gloom, whining and complaining, with petulance and pissiness raised to an art form. His speeches are rambling, nonstop gripe sessions, where a bitter old billionaire bemoans his poor, tortured place in the world. Plus, he wants you to send him more money for his lawyers.

Kamala grew up in an immigrant middle class family, and worked at McDonalds to earn money as a teenager. She knows what it means to work hard and struggle in life.

Trump inherited $438 million from his Daddy, and was bankrupt a decade later. Here’s the thing: he went bankrupt running a casino, which is generally considered a license to print money. Afterwards, the only people who would loan him money were shady Russian … let’s call them businessmen.

Kamala has made freedom and democracy the core of her campaign message. She wants the government out of people’s bedrooms and believes all American citizens should be able to control their own bodies.

She understands how critical it is to support the freedom-loving people of Ukraine (who have done an absolutely cracking job of kicking Russia’s butt, and showing how ragged their army really is).

After a private Oval Office meeting with Putin’s Secretary of State (no Americans besides Trump, including U.S. translators, were permitted to attend), Trump requested a highly classified list of American covert agents around the world. Within months, dozens of them had been killed. In the history of international espionage, this has never happened before.

Trump bragged about being a dictator on Day One if he gets a second term, and has a long history of praising and hero worshipping brutal dictators in Russia, China, and North Korea. He has spoken glowingly about how China massacred the Tiananmen Square protestors in 1989. His illegal efforts to block funding for freedom-loving Ukrainians is what got him impeached the first time. Between them, Russia and China’s oligarchs have invested hundreds of millions of dollars in Trump’s buildings. They own him.

In the final weeks before he was dragged kicking and screaming from the White House, Trump gave Putin a parting gift of America’s withdrawal from Afghanistan, that set the stage for the invasion of Ukraine and the attack on Israel.

Then there’s his attempt to overturn the election results (61 failed lawsuits, many decided by Republican or Trump-appointed judges), and that nasty business at the Capitol on January 6th. As others have said, you can’t say you love America only when your side wins. Likewise, you can’t claim to be pro-law enforcement except when they arrest you and your supporters for treason, or when a jury of your peers convicts you on 34 felony counts. And he is a cowardly, five-time draft dodger who called fallen soldiers “losers and suckers.” I won’t get into his fraudulent Trump University, or how he and his kids are banned from operating any charities in New York State because they were found to have stolen from a children’s cancer charity.

Kamala is focused on regular people, and the problems of the average American family on Main Street. To be fair, Democrats have a long history of soak-the-rich rhetoric, but in today’s world, they have a better understanding of economics. And since Trump and America’s billionaires have gamed our economic system so brazenly with their crony capitalism, it is they who are the real threat to private enterprise.

Trump, on those rare occasions when he isn’t talking about himself, cares only about the billionaire class, boasting that he has to take care of these people because they’ve donated so much to his campaign. I would remind you that Trump’s incompetent handling of the Covid pandemic was triggered by his obsession with how Wall Street might react if he took early, dramatic steps to curb the virus . Trump stubbornly resisted early advice from medical professionals, and 1.2 million Americans have died since then. Not to mention the $14 trillion it cost our economy. Look around: there are empty storefronts in neighborhoods around the country — small businesses that are gone forever, because Trump didn’t take Covid seriously.

Kamala is the daughter of immigrants, who came to America legally to seek a better life. Her Mom was a cancer research scientist and her Dad was an economist. She understands America’s unique place in the world — a shining city upon a hill, as Reagan said.

Trump’s grandfather fled to America to avoid military service (sound familiar?) in Germany, and when he got here, he ran a whore house catering to gold prospectors. Trump’s dad was arrested at a KKK rally in 1929. Trump’s current wife came here on an Einstein visa, reserved for people who are highly acclaimed in their field, like Pulitzer, Oscar, and Olympic winners, or respected academic researchers and multinational executives. Melania was a (ahem) model, whom Jeffrey Epstein claimed to have introduced to Trump.

Kamala was a tough prosecutor who put drug dealers, gang members, and sex traffickers behind bars for a long time. No wonder he is afraid of her.

The Courts determined that he raped a woman, and he is listed on the Epstein flight logs seven times. Epstein had every possible private phone number for Trump. They were thick as thieves, as the old saying goes. And if you want to delve deeper, Google the name Katie Johnson. It will make your blood boil.

When I left the Republican Party eight years ago to become an Independent, I hoped the GOP would eventually wake up and purge itself of the extreme Trump elements. But they no longer see him as a flaw: to them, he’s a shining feature of today’s new GOP. And that is profoundly sad for the party that gave us Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Dwight Eisenhower, and Ronald Reagan.

To those Republicans and Conservatives who mock Kamala and after all of this still deny that there’s anything remotely wrong with Trump, I say: history will not be kind to you. And in the near future, your own children and family will hold you accountable. Those of you young enough to live a few more decades will have an extremely uncomfortable time at family gatherings over the coming years. But you deserve it.

To those who are on the fence, but not ready to vote for (gasp!) a Democrat for President, I say: Kamala is not perfect. She may be wrong on a bunch of issues, but if she wins, we get to vote her and the Democrats out in four years.

If Trump wins, the American experiment is over. You don’t think it can happen here? Think again. January 6th was a dry run. A practice session. Trump’s cultists have made it clear what they intend to do if he wins — a dark, authoritarian future for America that includes the surveillance of all pregnant women and restrictions on their travel.

Today’s Republican Party has become an embarrassment that has left you and millions of Americans behind. You owe the GOP nothing.

What you owe America is a vote for a better, brighter future that Trump and all his ranting can never provide.

As Ronald Reagan said in 1980, “Vote your best hopes, not your worst fears.”

Kamala is not perfect. But in this race, she is clearly America’s best hope. Join me in voting for her.

Formations In Stone

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Brooklyn’s Famous Farrell’s

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Former Naval Hospital, Capitol Hill

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Cemetery Dog

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In The Shadow Of War

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A Divided Nation Celebrates

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Tree Between Mountains

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Liberty’s Last Light

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Painted By Time

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Abandoned Tower In Starlight

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What’s Past Is Analogue

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Bob Dole, 1923 – 2021

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I got to spend an hour with Bob Dole a decade ago, when he was 89 years old.

Long retired from the U.S. Senate and public life, he was still a force to be reckoned with. He regaled us with stories of his Kansas childhood, and his life in New York City, where he attended Brooklyn College for a brief time before being shipped off to fight in World War II as a second lieutenant in the Army’s 10th Mountain Division.

A star athlete, his life was changed forever by the war, and he returned home paralyzed from the neck down, expecting to die soon after.

Fate had other plans for Bob Dole, and like many in the Greatest Generation, he continued to serve his country for many years. Despite debilitating injuries, he never lost his sense of humor.

Titans In Stone

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From The Archives, 1981: Tom Cuite

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Tom was your classic old-time pol: a World War II veteran who served in New York’s State Senate, lost a bid for Congress the year I was born, and was rewarded with a seat in the New York City Council. He rose to Finance Committee Chairman, and in 1969, Vice Chair and Majority Leader — today’s equivalent of City Council Speaker. In 1977, I was his 18 year old opponent in the General Election. It wasn’t close. I took this photo of him at the Montauk Club in the summer of 1981.

Carriage House, Brooklyn Heights

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No Feeding Radioactive Cats

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Subway Scenes

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Lady Liberty Looms

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Subway Scenes

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Stone Drapery

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Tolkien Foresaw This Day

The Fall of Barad-dûr in The Return of The King

“But the Nazgul turned and fled, and vanished into Mordor’s shadows, hearing a sudden terrible call out of the Dark Tower; and even at that moment all the hosts of Mordor trembled, doubt clutched their hearts, their laughter failed, their hands shook and their limbs were loosed. The Power that drove them on and filled them with hate and fury was wavering, its will was removed from them; and now looking in the eyes of their enemies they saw a deadly light and were afraid.”   — J.R.R. Tolkien

Somewhere, John McCain Is Smiling

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From The Archives, Circa 1981: Richard Nixon

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America’s 37th President is now only our second most corrupt Commander-in-Chief of all time, thanks to Donald Trump.

Nixon was many things, but he refused to challenge the election results after his close 1960 loss to John Kennedy, because he knew the damage it would do to our country. And when Barry Goldwater and other old guard, conservative Senators traveled to the White House in 1974 to tell Nixon it was over, he left office peaceably. Trump, on the other hand, has repeatedly refused to say he will honor the results of this election, and has spoken many times about ignoring the constitutional two-term limit.

If you live in the United States and haven’t voted yet, today is your last chance. Perhaps for a long time. VOTE.

The Fastest Way Down

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From The Archives, 1980: The Brooklyn Waterfront & Manhattan Skyline

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Subway Scenes

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36 Years Ago I was A Reagan Delegate At The Republican National Convention. This Year, I’m Voting For Joe Biden For President.

(This is a distinctly political post; those of you who follow me strictly for photography
and lighter subjects can read on at your own peril)

In 1984, I was 25 years old, and two years earlier, I had defeated the local Republican boss in a Primary Election. As the new State Committeeman and District Leader for Brooklyn’s old 51st Assembly District, I represented the area from Park Slope to Bay Ridge, communities with a healthy mix of liberals, blue collar conservatives, and Latinos.

I was active in the community and worked with people of all political stripes on important neighborhood issues. And I was a presence in local media. So when it came time for Reagan Delegates to be selected for the Republican Convention that year, I made sure I was named. And when I was, I got picked to serve as the Daily News Hometown Correspondent, writing a daily column from the Convention floor.
I went to a Republican Convention where there was a clear distinction between politics and government. Where family members of the candidates occasionally spoke, but were prohibited from any role in government or the campaign and where the candidate and his family did not benefit financially from the presidency or the presidential campaign.
The convention I attended in 1984 had a candidate who was optimistic and cheerful. He didn’t attack reporters, and he didn’t demean women for questioning him. And that candidate didn’t fake a foot injury to avoid military service.
The convention where I served as a Delegate went to great lengths to shun kooks and conspiracy nuts, not award them prime time speaking slots on national television. Or worse, appoint them to positions of power and influence in the Administration.
The presidential candidate we nominated at that Republican Convention comforted Americans in time of great tragedy, and he mourned the loss of American servicemen and women. He didn’t smear dead soldiers, and he didn’t abuse the parents of those Americans who gave their lives in service to their country.
That presidential candidate also didn’t single out American companies to feud with, or try to hurt them financially. That presidential candidate did not use the Presidency to settle personal scores.
The presidential candidate we selected at that Republican Convention wasn’t petty and he wasn’t a coward. When that presidential candidate was shot and almost killed, he joked about it.
The presidential candidate I voted for at that Convention was a hardliner when it came to the Russians. He eventually signed far-reaching nuclear arms reduction treaties with them. But he made damn sure their new leader could be trusted before he agreed to anything. Trust, but verify, he always said.
The presidential candidate I supported at that Convention was not a perfect man. Nor was he a perfect President. But the difference between him and the man Republicans nominated this week is stark. Because the man they chose is a shameful embarrassment to their party and to our nation.
I left the Republican Party in the spring of 2016 and became an Independent, because the Donald Trump I knew from living in New York City all my life didn’t have the character, the courage, the decency, or the skills to be President.
The last four years have proven me right. Almost on a daily basis.
No need for details: 2020 has been brutal enough. Suffice to say, I don’t hate Donald Trump — but as an American I am deeply ashamed of and embarrassed by him. We want, we need this soap opera on the Potomac to end.
I expect to disagree with a lot of things Joe Biden does as President. That’s politics.
But Joe Biden is a decent man. He’s suffered great personal loss in his lifetime, yet remains a warm and engaging gentleman.
Biden understands that red states and blue states are still the United States. He’ll never make disaster relief decisions based on partisan politics. American Presidents don’t do that. Trump did.
Biden as President will put Putin in his place — as the leader of a minor world power with an economy equivalent to Texas. Trump appears beholden to Putin. And too much money from Kremlin oligarchs has found its way into Trump’s Republican Party.
My conservative friends will rail about the budget, the Supreme Court, and so on.
As if any of that matters with a racketeer in the Oval Office. 
Trump could appoint Jeffrey Dahmer as White House Chef, and some conservatives would express glee at such a fresh approach to cuisine.
Evangelical leaders continue to contort themselves to defend Trump. Proof positive that those same evangelical leaders are the crack whores of American politics: they will get in bed with anyone.

Note to my friends on the left:  I am not demonizing addicts, sex workers, or pool boys. Just the kind of people who preach and lecture the rest of us, then rip babies from their mothers’ arms and toss children into cages.

I will point out that the central message from this week’s convention — that Donald Trump will never abandon you or America —  was delivered by his third wife, whom he cheated on with a porn star. Character is everything, and Trump has none. But I digress.

As far as the budget goes, Trump makes drunken sailors look like price conscious coupon clippers.
What really bothers me is all that government money and party donations being spent at Trump properties. America’s Founders never intended the presidency to be a profit center. And they absolutely never wanted the White House to be pimped out as a Campaign Headquarters, complete with signs and bunting.
As the son of an immigrant ironworker, I am saddened to see Trump’s Republican Party become the vanguard of xenophobia and hatred of immigrants. Like Jack Kemp, I want to close the backdoor of illegal immigration so we can keep the front door open to the millions of new Americans we need in our country, not malign them, nor seek to overturn the naturalization of American citizens who have built roots here and made our nation their home.
Even when I was a Republican, I never voted a straight party ticket in my life. Standing in the voting booth, I always saw the names of people I knew personally, who ought not to have been on the ballot. So I’ve voted for Democrats and minor party candidates over the years. Lately, I’ve taken to writing in the names of my preferred candidate in some races, like John Kasich for President in 2016.
But I’ve never voted for a Democrat for President. Until now.
I’m voting for Joe Biden.
I’m voting for Joe proudly, with the kind of hope and optimism that has propelled our nation forward for centuries. I’m voting for Joe because he’s a decent man, who will work hard to protect our nation and get the job done. I’m voting for Joe because he can end this national soap opera, turn things around, and get America moving again.
Let the crazies and the bitter, hateful kooks vent all they want. Ignore them.
Because I know there will be many current and former Republicans — along with lots of Independents and Democrats and just plain old Americans — who will join me in voting for Joe Biden.
Because we know that putting America first isn’t just a slogan.
It’s what patriotic citizens do.

Remnants Of Piers Past

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Unfortunate Juxtaposition

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Gothic

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Steamboat On The Hudson

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Brownstone Fence Detail, Prospect Heights

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J & R, Lost To Time

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Minerva Waving To Lady Liberty, Green-Wood Cemetery

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Storm Clouds Over The Armory

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Early Transporter Accidents Were Nasty

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Acoma Perspective

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Liberty At Dusk

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Pier A

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On Moss Covered Tracks

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The Dark Tower

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Waiting Room

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