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The Attempted Murder of the Dialectic at THE NEW YORK TIMES, the Stalinist Purge of James Bennett

This Blogger’s father was a Trotskyite; as such he worshiped the    dialectic “… .  the art of investigating or discussing the truth of opinions. ” Which may be the reason why this Blogger, as an undergraduate, attended meetings of both the left wing SDS(STUDENTS    FOR a DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY) and the right wing, YAF(YOUNG AMERICANS FOR FREEDOM). That experience taught this Blogger that no one political organization, or viewpoint has ALL THE TRUTH…..some political organizations have some of the truth, maybe most of the truth, but not all of the truth. It takes the Dialectic to get as close to the truth as possible.   One of the most disturbing highlights of the current unrest in America is how many Liberals are closet Stalinists, opposed to the Dialectic. 2020 American Liberals believe, by the process of Group Think, that they have the whole truth, and that their truth is ex –cathedra. That Stalinist frenzy was exposed in the American Liberal Media by the James Bennett Purge, at t

Michael McClure DEAD, Wrote Groundbreaking Play, THE BEARD(The Cops Arrested the Actors)

“Michael McClure, one of the famed Beat poets of  San Francisco  whose career as a poet eclipsed many others in popular culture, has died. He was 87. The San Francisco Chronicle reported that McClure died Tuesday in Oakland,  California , after suffering a stroke last year. On 7 October 1955, a then 22-year-old McClure helped organize the famous Six Gallery beat poetry reading and later read at the Human Be-In at Golden Gate Park that launched the Summer of Love in 1967 and at The Band’s “Last Waltz” concert at Winterland in 1976. “Without the roar of McClure, there would have been no 60s,” actor Dennis Hopper once said. In McClure’s 1982 nonfiction account of the Six Gallery reading, Scratching the Beat Surface, he set the stage for the revolution that was to follow in the mid-1950s: “The world that we tremblingly stepped out into in that decade was a bitter, gray one,” he wrote. “We saw that the art of poetry was essentially dead – killed by war, by academies, by neglect, by