Lights, Camera … Wait … What?

Pre-pandemic, we were regular moviegoers.  A nearby “multi-screen” theater made it easy for us to take in a couple of shows each month but with the hysteria about social distancing and assorted other hurdles, we simply stayed away.  And though things gradually returned to normal, we continued to remain home and watch Netflix.

Recently, with outdoor temps hovering above 100 degrees, we decided that a visit to the cinema (and an air conditioned theater) might be a good way to spend an afternoon.  And though no particular movie attracted us, the prospect of watching a Hollywood production in a comfortable environment was enough to draw us in.

Before taking our seats, we visited the concession stand … who, after all, can sit through a movie without munchies?  After ordering a small popcorn and a small beverage I thought my hearing aids had failed, for it sounded like the young man behind the counter said: “That will be $17.00.”   Turns out I had heard him correctly … seventeen dollarsfor popcornand a small drink

Very carefully, we transported this precious cargo of snacks to our theater, and settled in to enjoy the show.  Before our movie began, though, we had to endure a forty minute string of “coming attractions,” each less appealing than the one before.  In the midst of this assault on our senses, we looked at each other and wondered: “Who writes and produces this stuff?”

Currently, a work stoppage by actors and writers has shut down Hollywood, leaving movie lovers and theater groups in a panic.  And though sympathetic to those struggling for fair wages, if the drivel we saw in those previews is the best the film industry has to offer, I would not object to their staying on strike permanently.

Clearly, we “Senior Citizens” are no longer the “target demographic” for companies marketing most products or, in the case of Hollywood, seeking to draw crowds to the movie theater.  In many cases, executives guiding those sorts of efforts seem to assume people our age have a 9PM curfew, along with a propensity for yelling at youngsters to: “Get the hell off my lawn.”

For the foreseeable future, Hollywood is just going to have to manage without us … though I doubt they are concerned about this.  In the meantime, Netflix and our DVD collections of Inspector George Gently and The Sopranos will have to suffice.

We plan to be in bed by 9PM anyway.

Order In The Court?

Raising a family in the 60’s and 70’s, I often found myself seeking out part time employment  to help make ends meet.  One job that was especially appealing was that of Little League umpire, for it allowed me to take part in a sport I loved, to work with youngsters, and to pull down the princely sum of $8.00 per game.

As a police officer, though, I had to clear the administrative hurdle of requesting approval from my employer before I could take my stance behind home plate.  The purpose, of course, was to make certain there would be no conflict between my calling balls and strikes for 10-year olds, and unbiased enforcement of the law in my real job.

Many years later, I was tasked with making the travel and associated arrangements for a senior Federal law enforcement official who had, graciously, accepted our invitation to speak at a conference we were organizing.  Pleased though we were that he would join us, I was taken aback by the eleven page questionnaire I had to complete in order for him to attend.  Eleven pages!

Among the queries were … will he be receiving a meal? … who is providing the meal? … what is the value of the meal? … will he be receiving an award? … what is the value? … what is the cost of travel and lodging? … who is paying for the travel and lodging?  While tedious, the purpose of this inquiry was to assure that nothing of value might be offered or accepted that could give rise to even the slightest appearance that this government official might be beholden to some person or institution.

Reflecting back upon the hoops I had to jump through as a young police officer seeking to officiate baseball games and, later, as organizer for a law enforcement gathering, recent events make me wonder whether certain government officials in positions of public trust cleave to an equally rigorous ethical standard.  I am talking, of course, about the United States Supreme Court, and recent reports that this august body might not be as, well, honorable as it claims to be.

As this matter unfolded, questions were raised, initially, about possible ethical missteps by only one or two members.  Gradually, though, more issues surfaced, with each begging further elaboration.  For example, the sale or purchase of property … acceptance of trips and vacations … sources of spousal income … failing to recuse after accepting gifts from individuals with matters before the court … and overall lack of transparency regarding financial disclosures.

The crux of the matter here, of course, is simple: though we expect every decision handed down by the “highest court in the land” to be based entirely on thoughtful and objective consideration of the facts, there will always remain a modicum of doubt about the motivation of any justice who may have benefitted from the largesse of an individual with an interest in the case at hand.

In 1951, Judge Irving Kaufman presided over the espionage trial of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg.  This widely respected federal magistrate spoke, this way, of the imperative connection of ethics to our judicial system:

The supreme court’s only armor is the cloak of public trust; its sole ammunition the collective hopes of our society.

More recently (Dallas Morning News, July 7, 2023) retired Texas District Court Judge Jerry Calhoon provided an eloquent, thoughtful and first hand appraisal of the issues at the very heart of this current debacle:

When I became judge of the 349th District Court of our state, I received an invitation to an annual fish camp gathering of attorneys for a weekend at the lake.  Although it came from a former classmate, I politely declined, reasoning that having never been invited before it was only my ascension to the bench that drew the invitation.  I wished to avoid any appearance of impropriety that the judicial ethics of our state requires.

Justices of the Supreme Court accepting hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of benefits from donors having interest in the workings of the court boggles my mind.  Then to read that some in the media think the only problem is their failure to report as the law requires makes me wonder what universe I live in.

Acceptance of these benefits is the problem.  Does anyone believe for a minute that these gifts were bestowed because of the scintillating wit or pleasing personalities their presence would bring to the gathering of the donor’s acquaintances?

I once was proud to be a member of the bar of the U.S. Supreme Court.  Now I feel as if my certificate of admittance has been denigrated by these justices.

Using the Hebrew word signifying truth or agreement, I can only add … Amen.