Sustainable energy is one of the world’s fastest-growing industries — and it’s the best medicine available for our dying planet. But thanks to the state’s current leadership, most of whom owe fealty to the fossil-fuel industry, Wisconsin is losing out on the jobs as well as the environmental rewards of having proactive sustainable energy policies.
In 1969, Angela Lansbury starred as the madwoman Countess Aurelia in the Broadway musical Dear World, with music and lyrics by Jerry Herman. The show was a bomb, but Lansbury won the Tony Award that spring and the show is noted for one great tune, a passionate anthem to denial called “I Don’t Want to Know.”
40 years ago: In 1974, the Gay People’s Union worked with the Milwaukee Health Department to set up a free VD screening clinic for gay men on East St. Paul Avenue. The clinic moved to Farwell Avenue when GPU opened a center there in 1975. The clinic continues to serve people today as the BESTD Clinic on Brady Street.
Lesbians who had graduated from the “freespace” coming-out groups and were looking for ways to get involved in lesbian issues created Grapevine: A Lesbian Feminist Action Core in 1974. In its first years, Grapevine had a political focus. It evolved into a social group that sponsored potlucks and camping trips. It was revered for providing a non-bar atmosphere in which newly out lesbians could meet women and learn about the LGBT community in Milwaukee.
“This is a deeper laceration in this country. If you think that this is going to blow over, this is going to be the longest hangover in race relations, ever.”
Singer/songwriter PHARRELL WILLIAMS commenting to CNN’s Don Lemon on the aftershocks of last month’s events in Ferguson, Missouri.
Last Shabbat, as my husband and I were walking home from a long, lovely lunch with friends, I noticed scribbling on the sidewalk. Since the letters were written in white chalk and were upside-down from where I stood, it took a moment to decipher their meaning, and another moment to get over the shock.
This was on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the epicenter of the liberal American shtetl, a place so ubiquitously Jewish that even the smallest grocery store posts Friday night candle-lighting times each week. So to see even this mildly anti-Israel graffiti was a surprise. For the first time since we moved to the neighborhood a couple of years ago, we felt uncomfortable, targeted, as people who care about Israel and as Jews.
“I think a lot of people want to be able to walk into a grocery store, particularly, a lot of the women, want to go and buy a bottle of wine for dinner, go down, buy a six-pack or two six-packs, buy dinner and go home rather than what I described as three stops in Pennsylvania.”