I am angry today. I don’t like feeling generally angry, because it’s usually quite draining without being actually fulfilling. Yet I feel rather compelled to be angry. I know several people who feel near or on the brink of desperation because of recent events regarding healthcare in particular and politics in general. I want to help, but there seems to be increasingly little I can do. I myself am somewhat worried about the future. In the wake of all of this I feel that I have the choice between being paralyzed by fear or being motivated by anger. The latter seems like an obvious choice.
The beginning of May is a time of a number of small holidays. April 30th marks the real end of the end of World War II, with the suicides of Hitler and company in Berlin and the transfer of governmental power to Reichpräsident (formerly admiral) Karl Dönitz, who would authorize the unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany on May 7th, known as VE Day in the west, and celebrated as Victory Day in the now-former soviet bloc on May 8th, due to the time difference between London and Moscow (and a few mishaps regarding paperwork and general distrust of the Soviets). Depending on where you live, this is either interesting trivia, or a very big deal.
Victory Day in Russia is one of the really big political occasions and is celebrated with an accordingly large show of military force. These parades are a chance for Russia to show off all the fancy toys that it will use to annihilate any future such invaders, for ordinary people to honor those they lost during the war, for old people and leftists to pine nostalgically for the halcyon days when the Soviet Union was strong and whippersnappers knew their place, and for western intelligence organizations to update their assessments on Russian military hardware. This last one has caused problems in the past, as miscounts to the number of bombers and missile launchers (the soviets were cycling them to up their numbers) led to the impression that a bomber and later missile gap existed between the Soviets and the US for most of the Cold War.
Speaking of bombastic parades, the First of May is either known as an occasion for maypole dancing, or for massive demonstrations with masses of red flags. Prior to the 1800s, May Day was something of a spring festival, likely originally associated with the Roman festival for the goddess of flowers, Flora, which took place on the first official day of summer. As Roman paganism fell out of fashion, the festival became a more secular celebration of springtime.
In 1904, the Sixth Conference of the Second Internationale declared that the first of May would be a day of protest for labor organizations to demonstrate, in memory of the May 4th, 1886 Haymarket Affair in Chicago. Subsequently, May Day became something of a major event for labor and workers’ rights groups. This was solidified after the formation of the Soviet Union (they seem to be a recurring element here), which, as a self-styled “workers’ state”, made May Day celebrations a big deal within its borders, and used the occasion to further sympathetic causes abroad.
This caused something of a feedback look, as governments taken in by anti-communist hysteria sought to either suppress (and thus, in many ways, legitimize) May Day demonstrations, or to control such demonstrations by making them official. Thus, in many countries, 1st May is celebrated as Labour Day (generally with the ‘u’). In 1955, Pope Pius XII declared May Day to be a feast day for Saint Joseph the Worker, in counter-celebration to labor celebrations.
May the Fourth, is, of course, celebrated as Star Wars Day, for obvious reasons. Historically it has been the day that I dress up in full character costume for school. Unfortunately, this year I was too sick to actually attend school, in costume or not. I was also recently informed that in Ohio in particular, 4th May is recognized primarily as the anniversary of the Kent State Massacre during the Vietnam War. To quote the friend who explained it to me:
So today is May 4th, affectionally known by most as Star Wars Day. That is what it used to be for me until I went to Kent State. Now May 4th is a day of remembrance. Because today in 1970, the National Guard opened fire on a group of students peacefully protesting the Vietnam War and killed 4. It has become a day for the entire campus to go silent, to walk the memorial, to relect on how important it is to speak up about what you believe is wrong. Politics is not always elections. Sometimes it is holding a candle at a memorial of people killed by the government. Sometimes it is remembering and refusing to forget. Either way, it is action. That is one of the most important lessons I have learned at Kent State.
The opening days of May have for some time now been a time of year when I typically pause and reflect. Having several small holidays- that is, holidays well known enough that I am reminded of their passing, without necessarily needing to go out of my way to prepare in advance -have helped add to this. Early May is typically long enough after cold and flu season that even if I’m not back in the thick of things, I’m usually on my feet. It’s also after midterms and standardized testing, while not being yet close enough to final exams that I can feel the weight of all my unfinished work bearing down on me in full force. Early May is a lull when I can get my bearings before hunkering down for the last act of the school year and hit the ground running for summer.
So, where am I? How am I doing? How am I going to come back into school roaring?
I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. There are too many things up in the air in my life, both at the micro and macro level. I feel uncertain and a little scared. And I feel angry.
Inasmuch as I have any real self confidence and self worth, I pride myself on my intelligence. I like that I can recall off the top of my head several different holiday occasions in the space of a fortnight, and succinctly explain their historical and cultural context. I enjoy being a know-it-all. I loath the unknown, and I detest the substitution of hard facts for squishy feelings. I consider these principles integral to my identity and personal value, and find it difficult and troubling to envision any future where I do not possess these traits, or where these merits are not accepted.
