03 July 2025

Make America Great Again? When WAS it Great?




Congress has passed a spending bill that will give significant tax breaks to the richest Americans while imposing huge cuts on programs such Medicaid and SNAP. This will send many more Americans into poverty while denying health care and food to millions. Americans will die. The current government has already eliminated the United States Agency for International Development. It has been estimated that those cuts could cost the lives of millions human beings. Literally. This prompts the question: Is American great again? Or is this among the worst versions of it?

Which leads me to another question: When was American great before?


Was it during the nation’s first eight-nine years when slavery was permitted in fifteen of the country's thirty-three states? Mind you this was a particularly brutal form of chattel slavery in which family members were sold away from one another. It was human trafficking writ large.


How about the ensuing one hundred years when Jim Crow laws held sway. Not just in the South but throughout the country and lynchings were a daily threat for African Americans (virtually none of the perpetrators of these heinous crimes were ever prosecuted.) Was it when Southern Senators blocked any and all anti-lynching bills?


Maybe America was great when it was taking land away from the native tribes who preceded the whites here. When every treaty signed by the US government and the natives was violated. When hundreds of thousands of Native Americans were slaughtered. When they were given blankets infested with smallpox. Was America great then?


Was it great during the Gilded Age when the richest Americans grew richer and the poor got poorer — you know, exactly like today? It was a time when labor movements were brutally put down by greedy capitalists. Sound great?


Was it great during World War I when Americans were imprisoned under the espionage and sedition acts for merely expressing opposition to US participation in the war? When America protestors were set upon by mobs and beaten while the police looked on or in some cases helped the mobs?


Was America great in the immediate aftermath of that war when suspected anarchists, radicals and communists -- especially foreign-born ones were being illegally rounded up and deported for their political views. You know, kind of like today?


Was America great in the 1920s and 1930s when the Ku Klux Klan saw a resurgence and fascist groups emerged many of which voiced support for Adolph Hitler and the Nazis? 


Was America great when during World War II Japanese-American citizens were taken from their homes and sent to internment camps merely for the crime of being of Japanese ancestry?


Was America great in the late Forties and Fifties during the Red Scare when McCarthyism and the paranoid fear of Communists dominated American politics and culture? Was it great when thousands of Americans lost their livelihoods because of the mere suspicion that they might be “fellow travelers”?


Was America great when it used the Mexican-American war as a pretext to steal land from Mexico? Or how about during the Spanish-American war which was used as a pretext to steal terrorizes from the Spanish? 


Was it great when it brutally suppressed Philippine efforts for independence?


Was America great when the CIA was helping overthrow governments all over the world in the fifties, sixties and seventies including — as just one example — the democratically elected government of Chile which was replaced by a military Junta that killed and disappeared thousands of Chileans without trial? Was that great?


Was the United States of America great when it was dropping bombs on North Vietnamese hospitals -- particularly the Christmas bombings of 1972 --or burning Vietnamese villages or massacring their citizens?


How about when this country illegally invaded Iraq and brought more turmoil in the Middle East or before that when they responded to terrorist attacks by attacking Afghanistan? 


Was extra-ordinary rendition and U.S. led torture a sign of greatness?


Maybe the country was great when Richard Nixon was running roughshod over the constitution before, during and after Watergate the break-in only being one of his crimes?


Say could it have been great when the FBI was infiltrating and spying on radical groups and killing its leaders, like Fred Hampton, in cold blood? Were the files the FBI kept on citizens a sign of greatness? How about the spying on Americans by the CIA?


I suppose it’s possible that American was great under Reagan who supported South Africa’s apartheid government and refused to do anything — even say anything — about the AIDS crisis. Maybe Regan’s demonizing of government services was a sign of greatness, ya know when he promulgated the ethos that government services that helped US citizens were the root of all evil and it was better to give hand-outs to businesses.


Were the massacres in places like Tulsa, Rosewood and Wilmington that targeted African Americans a sign of greatness?


Maybe the Chinese Exclusion Act was a sign of greatness. Or the horrible treatment suffered by Chinese immigrants and other people of color in this country.


Perhaps the murder of four protestors and wounding of nine others at Kent State in 1970 was a sign that America was once great, particularly as no one was prosecuted for the killings.


The brutal police repression of peace demonstrators by club-wielding police across the country could have been a sign of greatness. Ya know, like the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago.


It could also be that our lax gun laws are what has been making the US great. After all gun violence is 23 times higher in the US than any country in the EU. And how about all those mass shootings and school shootings and mass school shootings? Great!


Then again it could be that draconian punishments — such as three strikes — passed from the seventies through the nineties, that made our prisons bulge with young African American men was a sign of greatness.


Not only have we heard that America was once “great” but we’re constantly told that the US is “the greatest country in the world.” The latter is stated by people from both parties and what’s really interesting is that it’s said without a touch of irony. 


I may well hear in response to this post that if I hate this country so much I should just leave. This will be said in lieu of refuting any of the points I made. It will be said by people who don’t have the intellectual capacity to consider that maybe, just maybe America was never really “great.” There is no denying that the United States has contributed much to the world. Through scientific and medical breakthroughs, technological advancements, great artists in all manner of art forms and inspiring leaders who have fought against many of the injustices here mentioned. There have been great Americans and great deeds and great accomplishments and great moments. This is unassailable. But a “great” country? That’s a stretch. “Greatest country in the world”? Who but an arrogant American would think to say such a thing? This is not a contest. We are all part of the same planet. But if you really want to engage in rankings, the U.S. is well behind other countries -- for example the ones that treat their citizens with fairness and compassion.


Fairness and compassion. Wish we had us some right about now.

29 June 2025

It's Time for Another Installment of It's Films I've Watched Lately Some of Which I Loved Greatly

From Starlet directed by Sean Baker

Midnight in Paris (20110 Allen. It’s not easy to make a movie that feels truly “magical.” This is evidenced by how bad most films are that try to delve in the supernatural in any way shape or form. Woody Allen as writer and director pulled it off with Midnight in Paris. There has be to be a dash of believability to the story’s conceit. Normal conventions need to be followed within the fantasy world. The story has to be compelling enough to make its total implausibility forgotten. The actors have to buy into the story and play it straight, not with a wink and a nod to the audience whether literal or figurative. Lastly it needs to move the audience either through its action, love story or message. With Midnight in Paris Allen made one of the best movies ever of any kind. The missus and I watched it Saturday night for the perhaps the fifth, sixth or seventh time. Hard to keep track. I could watch it again tonight. The story of a man who is able to travel from the 21st century to 1920s Paris every night is perfect for someone like me who is fascinated by certain eras of the past — including Paris in the twenties. I’m also fascinated by the notion of time travel which is why all of the books I’ve written have been set in the past. Imagine a film with characters that include F Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Pablo Picasso, Luis Buñuel, Josephine Baker, Cole Porter, Zelda Fitzgerald, Salvador Dali and TS Eliot, to name a few. You get that in Midnight in Paris. You get a lot and it’s all wonderful….and magical.


Prince of Broadway (2008) Baker. Watching this film and Starlet means I’ve know seen all of Sean Baker’s film. There’s not a lemon in the bunch. It’s a film that feels at times like a documentary. Baker’s films often feel like they’re shot from the real lives of people. In this case we have a West African immigrant in New York making a decent living as a hustler selling knock off clothes and shoes. He’s got a business owner as frontman supporting him. It’s all good until his ex brings by what she says is his son for him to raise for awhile. He is not prepared for this. It’s supposed to be for two weeks but we just now it’s not going to be anywhere near that neat and tidy. It’s a story that draws upon so much of what is challenging about being a father, about making it in the world, about small children, about dancing around the law, about survival in the city and how close we often are to slipping off an edge. Excellent stuff.


Starlet (2012) Baker. I knew nothing about the movie when I pressed play other than it appeared to feature a young, white female in the lead role. An hour and forty minutes I was left to wonder why I hadn’t been directed towards this film before. Brilliant. Bree Hemingway stars as Jane, a young porn actress who discovers wads of cash in a thermos she bought at a yard sale. She befriends the elderly woman who sold it to her, much to the dismay of the elderly woman who’d prefer to be left alone. As in all Baker films there are arguments, fights, emotional outbursts, resolutions and issues left hanging. Much of the trouble has to do with Jane’s housemate who’s also in the porn business, she’s something of a train wreck and her all-over-the-map boyfriend is Ward Cleaver in comparison. There’s a lot to unpack in this story of a bizarre but meaningful friendship and the side issues that complicate matters. The unpacking is well worth it as much as revealed and much is left for us to contemplate. Sean Baker is now one of my favorite directors.


The Flim Flam Man (1967) Kershner. Sometimes the story around the movie or the circumstances of seeing it or what you’ve heard or seen about it can alter the way you watch a film. This is often a problem as it skews the way you perceive it, but other times it adds an element to the viewing experience. With Flim Flam Man I couldn’t help thinking that I hadn’t seen it since it first came to theaters fifty-eight years ago. All I remembered about it was that began with the two main characters by a train track. I also had a strong mental image of a very cute young woman in a nighty which revealed luscious legs. Oh yes, I remembered that it co-starred George C Scott and Michael Sarazin. I really liked Sarazin as a kid, he seemed like a cool guy, the type I’d like to grow up to be. Sure Steve McQueen was my hero, but he existed in another stratosphere. Being a Sarazin seemed possible. So I watched the movie lo these many years later continually wondering what the young teenaged me thought of this, that or the other. I had no memory of whether I liked it at the time but having finally seen it again I’m sure that I did. It’s one of those fun, charming movies with ridiculous chase scenes, two mismatched buddies and a love interest. A story in which are rebellious outside-the-law hucksters continually outwit the cops. It was a pleasure to watch and fun to think about the lens I saw it through during my first viewing. It was also nice to see the young beauty who I'd remembered, she was played by Sue Lyons.


Intruder in the Dust (1949) C. Brown. One of those films that is all the more remarkable given the context of when it was made. A story about racism, Jim Crow and a near lynching set in Oxford, Mississippi is not something you’d expect to have been made way back in 1949 when Jim Crow still reigned in the American South and near lynchings were less frequent than actual ones. A black man is accused of murder and the evidence all points to his guilt. Even the well-meaning white lawyer is sure of the man’s guilt. But mostly through the help of a teenaged boy who was once saved from drowning by the accused, the truth seems that it will out. It’s a good story from any time but coming out when it did is amazing.


Hearts and Minds (1974) P. Davis. My favorite documentary of all time. It’s a searing indictment of U.S. participation in the Vietnam War. It has been criticized for its bias. That’s like criticizing a Holocaust documentary for only showing the Jewish side of the story. Any portrayal of U.S. incursion into Vietnam needs to focus on American arrogance, ignorance, cruelty, barbarity and incompetence. It needs to expose the lies, the hypocrisy and the racism at the core of U.S. policies and actions. As Daniel Ellsberg says during the film: "The question used to be: might it be possible that we were on the wrong side in the Vietnamese War? But, we weren't on the wrong side. We are the wrong side.” If you’d like to understand the American position in the war here’s a quote from the film by General Westmoreland: “The Oriental doesn't put the same high price on life as does the Westerner. Life is plentiful, life is cheap in the Orient. And that's the philosophy of the Orient. Expresses it - life is not important.” Or how about this from Lt. George Coker a former POW who said this: “What did Vietnam look like? Well, if it wasn't for the people, it was very pretty. The people over there are very backward and very primitive and they just make a mess out of everything.” There’s another side to this story? 

25 June 2025

What the Hell is Wrong With Some People?


You’ve got to wonder.

A person was ejected from a major league baseball recently for taunting a ballplayer about the death of his mother.


To be clear, a spectator at a professional sporting event thought it a good idea to mock an athlete because the athlete’s mother had been killed in an automobile accident.


The player broke down in tears.


It has subsequently been announced that the “fan” has been barred indefinitely from attending major league baseball games. The assailant (for surely this was an attack) has supposedly expressed remorse and admitted that his actions were inappropriate. Well, at least there’s that.


One wonders about the mind set of a person who decides that it’s okay to taunt someone — anyone, anywhere at anytime — over the death of a parent. In what world is that anything but reprehensible?


In my younger days I would yell from the stands at opposing players. I don’t do this anymore but have no regrets for these past actions. Most of what I yelled was in good humor and nothing was personal or at all related to any tragedy that the person had suffered. I can’t conceive of what this fan in Chicago did. Like sexual assault, it’s something beyond my conception. I am no angel and I don’t pretend to ever have been. But what some people do and say is utterly shocking.


When present Golden State Warrior head coach Steve Kerr was eighteen his father, Malcolm Kerr, was killed by members of the Islamic Jihad while serving as president of the American University of Beirut. Four years later while warming up before a game for his college basketball team, the University of Arizona, opposing fans from ASU taunted Kerr with chants such as “PLO" and "Where’s your father?” (To his credit Kerr went off in the first half scoring 20 points and connecting on six of six three-point shots.) But again, what is wrong with people?


Yelling horrible things at people at sports venue is not exclusive to the United States. It is an international phenomenon — or should I say, sickness. For example, in England there have been incidences of tragedy chanting which is, according to a BBC News article: “When fans sing deeply offensive songs that reference stadium disasters or fatal accidents involving players or supporters.Despite being widely condemned by everyone involved in the game, it has been part of football culture for decades.”


Tragedy chanting has been directed at Liverpool’s football club because of the Hillsborough Stadium disaster in 1989 in which 97 supporters were killed as terraces collapsed at the beginning a match. Manchester United fans have also heard such chants as a consequence of a 1958 Munich air crash in which eight players and three club staff died. Such chants are still not uncommon and are perpetrated by fans from the continent as well as England.


Again I struggle to conceive of a mind that would feel comfortable engaging in such chanting. We’ve got enough pain and hurt in our world (see: Trumpy, Donald) without adding to it a fellow human being’s misery by reminding them of the worst moments from their life. Imagine someone mockingly reminding you of a personal tragedy while you’re working, which of course professional athlete’s are doing during games.


I don’t quite know what to make of people. We are seeing so much callousness, cruelty and insensitivity in the world today, particularly in the U.S. We have one political party and it’s leader (again see: Trumpy, Donald) who are enacting policies and eliminating programs that serve those in need. There’s even an ethos within the MAGA movement to not care about other people’s problems. And this from Christians. Liberals have been, in the past, mocked as do-gooders and bleeding hearts by conservatives who evidently believe in doing bad and whose hearts don’t bleed because they’re made of stone. These are people who relish “liberal tears.” They’re not interested in doing what’s best for the greater good. They just want to feel like they’re winning and that their foes are vanquished and miserable. They take joy in the misery of others because their inner lives are so empty and miserable.


I here remind of you a quote that can be found on the side of this blog: "They have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule." 


We are living in time when the rich are getting very much richer and the poor very much poorer and many of those on the sidelines are celebrating. It is, they say, Democrats who are are out to destroy America. Meanwhile they decry those of us who are woke. Being woke, they contend is a major problem for people and institutions. Here is how Merriam-Webster defines woke: "aware of and actively attentive to important societal facts and issues (especially issues of racial and social justice)." Sounds awful doesn’t it? Who'd want to be aware of social injustices? I guess it's better to institutionalize them.


So maybe it’s not surprising that someone would show up at a sporting event and taunt a player because his mom had the misfortune of dying in a car accident. It really kind of fits in with the direction many in the country are heading in. Nor is it all together surprising that left-leaning political figures are being threatened, shot, arrested and harassed.


I close with this quote from Woody Allen’s Hannah and Her Sisters: “You missed a very dull TV show on Auschwitz. More gruesome film clips, and more puzzled intellectuals declaring their mystification over the systematic murder of millions. The reason they can never answer the question ‘How could it possibly happen?’ is that it's the wrong question. Given what people are, the question is ‘Why doesn't it happen more often?’”


Fair point.

21 June 2025

A Medical "Procedure" Sniffles, Knee Pain, Depression, Movies and the Brothers Marx All in One Short Post

Duck Soup

I had an endoscopy on Wednesday.
(An endoscopy is a procedure used in medicine to look inside the body. The endoscopy procedure uses an endoscope to examine the interior of a hollow organ or cavity of the body. Unlike many other medical imaging techniques, endoscopes are inserted directly into the organ.) They put me to sleep then stuck a tube down my throat which took photos and did biopsies. That it can do a biopsy blows my mind. Modern medicine. The procedure took about twenty minutes. I was at the medical enter for a little bit over two hours. The first thirty minutes of which I was occupied with filling out forms and yakking with my wife who’d kindly accompanied me. She’s aces.

With insurance the visit and procedure set me back $100. That’s with medical insurance. Without insurance the cost would have been prohibitive and I’d have had to taken my chances that nothing was amiss.


Thursday was Juneteenth so I had an extra day to relax. It wasn’t the happiest day of my life. I’ve had a horrible case of the sniffles with constant sneezing and a nose running like the Colorado River after a monsoon. No other symptoms. I was also wracked with depression, a particularly bad case. Depression can be like a terrible pain that has no discernible source, it’s just there beating the hell out of you. On top of the sniffles and the blues I have a pain in my right leg that seems centered around my knee. I don’t know what it is or where it came from. It’s been around for a few days but yesterday was the first time it really bothered me. Calling the doctor later.


I wiled the day away with movies, reading and naps. Wednesday after I got home from the “procedure” was the same. I watched Bridge on the River Kwai (1957) Lean. I hadn’t seen it in I’ve no idea how long but I know I’ve seen it a lot because throughout the movie in addition to knowing what was about to happen I knew what lines were about to be said — verbatim. It’s quite a remarkable film in many ways. I remember as a kid I thought it had the coolest ending ever. Oh the irony! (I was precocious when it came to irony.) But the key to the film is William Holden. He can turn a good movie into a great one. No one has ever been a better or more affable cynic. 


In the evening the missus and I finished Dept. Q on Netflix. What a terrific show. Matthew Goode played against type starring as the angry, troubled but brilliant detective.


Thursday I watched The Big Trail (1930) Walsh. Much of the acting is wooden and uninteresting, especially from the lead, one John Wayne in his first starring role, but it is an otherwise amazing film shot in widescreen (yes, in 1930!) on location. It looks nothing like other films of the era. It surely gives you a feel for what life on a real wagon train must have looked like. It’s got everything but the smells. A remarkable achievement well ahead of its time.


With the depression weighing on me in the evening I did the best I could to withstand it by watching the greatest comedy of all time Duck Soup (1933) McCarey. To suggest that they don’t make comedies like that anymore is a massive understatement. It’s only a shame that I’ve watched it so many times that I know the gags by heart. Imagine watching the mirror scene for the first time! I remember that when I did watch it for the first time as a child I thought it was magical, surreal and hilarious and utterly wonderful. Same with the stateroom scene in A Night at the Opera. Duck Soup was the last film the brothers Marx made before Irving Thalberg Hollywoodized them by adding sappy songs and boring love stories. The first of those films was the afore-mentioned Night at the Opera which ranks right behind Duck Soup, Horsefeathers, Monkey Business and Animal Crackers as among their best work. The subsequent films pale in comparison.


Okay so I started this Friday morning before heading off to work and I finish it now on Saturday morning. The sniffles persist but are not nearly so bad, the knee pain has also abated somewhat but clearly I need to have it checked out. I’m assuming that the doctor’s office will return my call sometime Monday. I guess they’re too understaffed to return patients’ calls. God forbid I had an emergency. The depression is gone — for now — but it lurks and one never knows when it will next strike. It’s a right bastard.


Going for a long walk in a bit. May accidentally swing by a bookstore. These things happen.

16 June 2025

An Edited Version of My Recent Talk, When West Berkeley was Finntown

The Finnish Hall on Chestnut Street in Berkeley

On Saturday last I gave a talk at the West Berkeley Public Library entitled, "When West Berkeley was Finntown." Berkeley had a sizable Finnish population for the first half of the 20th century that included my grandparents and my mother. My father came to Berkeley in 1946 when there was a boomlet to the Finnish population in Berkeley. I grew up in the dying days of Berkeley's Finntown. This is an edited version of my talk.

Modern Finnish immigrant to the United States. began in 1863 when several Finns who had been working in northern Norway accompanied a group of Norwegians to the copper mines of northern Michigan. They sent favorable reports back home and over the next twenty years somewhere between 700 to 1.000 Finns came to the U.S.. It was after that in the mid 1880s that Finns started coming to the United States in significant numbers, this movement continued well into the 20th century. 

Finns were identified for the first time in the 1900 U.S. census, which counted about 63,000 persons born in Finland. Of these, about 56,000 lived in either Michigan, Minnesota, Massachusetts, New York, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, or California.


While many Finnish immigrants pursued farming, others found employment in mining, construction, and the forest industry. Women usually worked as maids and cooks and were extolled for their work ethic. The migration continued well into the 20th century, until U.S. authorities set up a quota of 529 Finnish immigrants per year in 1929. As social and economic conditions in Finland improved significantly during this era, overall immigration decreased by the middle of the century.


A considerable majority of Finnish immigrants tended towards the radical left in politics, many immediately became involved in labor unions and local politics. By 1913 there were 260 local Finnish chapters of the socialist party in America with 13,847 members. 


While Finns have been treated far better than most immigrants, particularly people of color and non-Christians, the instances of discrimination against Finns have tended to be because of Finn’s left-learning politics. In 1918 Olli Kinkkonen was a Finnish immigrant in Minnesota who was tarred, feathered and lynched for renouncing his newly-gained U.S. citizenship, which he did to avoid fighting in World War I, a war that he did not believe in. This was at the height of what little anti-Finnish sentiment that there ever was in the U.S. and it was mostly exclusive to the Midwest.


The Bay Area was a popular destination for immigrating Finns, particularly San Francisco. 


For reasons that remain unclear some of the San Francisco Finns moved across the bay to Berkeley towards the end of the 19th century. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Berkeley was growing and workers were needed — especially in construction, which Finns excelled in. And in Berkeley one had easy access to the bay and the ocean and thus fishing, a favorite recreational activity among Finns. Finns settled in what was then called Ocean View. Once the seeds were planted a community was established here that attracted still more Finns. This community grew significantly as a result of the 1906 earthquake. The fires from that quake were particularly devastating to the neighborhood near the Embarcadero where a lot of Finns lived. So among those dispossessed by the quake were a significant number of Finns who moved to Berkeley.


The first time Finns appeared on Berkeley’s voter registration roles in 1894 when there were seven. By 1900 there were 86 Finns listed on the census and that figured more than doubled after the Earthquake. By 1910 Berkeley had the third largest population of Finns in California trailing only SF and Eureka.


Soon West Berkeley came to be known by locals as “Finntown.” Finntown was centered around the intersection of University and San Pablo Avenues with residents living on both sides of San Pablo. As best I can tell there wasn’t a large concentration of Finns on any particular block, rather they were scattered about. Some Finns lived further east just below and above Sacramento Avenue, as did my grandparents who lived on Sacramento between Rose and Cedar. Like a lot of Berkeley Finns, my grandfather Emil Kurki emigrated from Finland at the turn of the century eventually meeting and marrying Jenni Pulkkinen, another Finnish emigre who came here via Michigan. First they settled in San Francisco then in 1920 they moved to Berkeley. The story is that my grandfather had a fondness for drink and would spend many an evening imbibing with the boys, much to the displeasure of my grandmother. So in the Summer of 1920 while Emil was away making extra money salmon fishing in Alaska, Jenni moved the home, lock stock and barrel and baby girl — my mom — to Berkeley where she bought a house. This bit of chicanery was not difficult to accomplish given the large number of Finnish friends she had here. Apparently my grandfather returned from the trip and accepted the wisdom of his wife’s secret move. They lived happily here for the rest of their lives.


Finntown encompassed several Lutheran churches, saloons, cooperative grocery stores, and the the first Finnish Hall on 10th and Bristol Streets, which was built by the Finnish Comrades Association and served as a community hub for Berkeley residents after it was completed in 1909. Among the Association’s founders was Walter Mork, one of the Finns who moved to Berkeley after the earthquake. He went on to serve as a Berkeley city councilman, essentially representing Finntown, for 26 years. His grandson Fred is today active in the Finnish Heritage Society which among other things keeps the Finnish Hall going as a vital part of the community. Political organizations used the hall, particularly socialist ones. Berkeley elected a socialist mayor, J. Stitt Wilson, in 1911. He held both a pre-election rally and post-election celebration in the 10th street Hall both of which drew approximately 800 people. The hall was soon not only being utilized by Finns but being rented to various local groups just as the Finn Hall on Chestnut is today. It gained particular notoriety for hosting political rallies and meetings, mostly for the left.


Meanwhile Berkeley Lodge 21 was founded by nine men on May 14, 1911 as a mutual aid society for its members. It was originally named the Brotherhood Lodge. In those days, lodges existed throughout California and to the north into Canada to help Finns start their new lives in America and enjoy the community of fellow Finns. A women’s lodge was founded two years later, with the two lodges merging to form lodge 21 in 1915, under the parent organization The United Finnish Kaleva Brothers and Sisters. UFKB&S 21 was, as its name suggests, the 21st lodge to join this umbrella organization, it soon became the second largest. Of course the lodge was headquartered and held its events in the Hall on 10th street.


As a mutual benefit society, the Lodge provided sickness and burial benefits for its members, helped them find jobs, homes, get insurance policies and improve their English. But it had an equally if not more important role in the social and cultural life of Finns. Activities included stage plays, concerts, dances, an orchestra, choruses, a lending library and movies. Many friendships were made through lodge activities and the lodge served as a Tinder of it’s time for single Finns.


There was also a Finnish band that averaged about 25 players. They played at a variety of events throughout Berkeley though, being known as the Socialist Party Band, their primary focus was playing at political rallies and events. They gave open air concerts throughout the summer in the teens and twenties.


Through the first half of the 20th century, Finns were visible at a variety of city events including July 4th picnic and parades where they had a float along with flag bearers carrying the Finnish and US flags and the band performing. Finnish women’s groups also contributed to war efforts for both world wars by raising money for the red cross through coffee and cake sales, rummage sales and the like, women also knitted socks and sweaters for soldiers. Needless to say Berkeley Finns raised funds in various ways to support their countrymen during and after the Winter War and the continuation war that followed.


By 1920 648 of the 7,000 Finns living in California resided in Berkeley, with many more in neighboring communities such as Albany and El Cerrito. The first church offering Finnish language services in Berkeley had been built in 1901 on Channing and 10th streets and another was erected in 1912 at Alston and Bryon. There were Finnish services every Sunday in Berkeley at least through the late 1960s and still today one Sunday a month. 


Eventually there were political divisions among Finns. They were not between the left and the right but between the left and the farther left. The schism among the Berkeley socialists developed after the Russian Revolution of 1917. When the Czar was overthrown and executed, Finland technically became independent of Russia. Vladimir Lenin allowed Finland to become independent, probably believing that the Finnish Bolsheviks would immediately take power. To make a long story short, there was a brief civil war in Finland between the reds and the whites with the whites ultimately winning. Lenin had been wrong.


In West Berkeley the more radical socialists embraced the ideology of the Bolsheviks; the less radical and more traditional socialists were loath to do so. The radical socialists separated from the other socialist organizations and formed a communist party, later known as the Workers Party. The radical elements maintained control over the Finnish Hall. The division between the two groups led to some lusty arguments but as far as I could find out there was little to no violence. 


Because of the rift the Lodge had started holding more and more of their events at other venues. The division among the Finns and the fact that the more radical reds had control of the hall necessitated the construction of another Finnish Hall, the one on Chestnut Street. The cornerstone of the Finnish Hall at 1970 Chestnut Street in Berkeley was laid on October 9, 1932, on land donated by the afore-mentioned Walter Mork. The building of the hall was commissioned by the UFKB&S Lodge 21 as its meeting, cultural and recreational facility. Construction was completed by the end of 1932, mostly by the labor of its members, including my grandfather something that has always been a point of pride in my family. The hall’s grand opening was marked by a three-day festival on Dec. 30 and 31 and Jan 1, 1933. The festivities included an inaugural program, an all-night New Year’s Eve dance organized by its younger members, and a stage play in Finnish on New Year’s Day.


Lodge 21 attached itself to the new Finnish Hall which immediately drew most of the traffic that had been going to the older hall. Meanwhile the “red hall” as it came to be known, while still the site of many activities and to be a going concern for decades more, began to see less activity and it’s membership and influence dwindled.


When I was growing up there were very few socialist or communist Finns in the area — it was, after all, the height of the Cold War — and Finns had moved from socialism closer to the mainstream of American politics, but it seemed the entire Finnish American community was solidly Democrat. I remember my father’s contempt for the one Finn he knew of who voted Republican. As for what was not known as the Red Hall, well it was not spoken of in my family and I imagine that for many other Berkeley Finns the red hall was a taboo subject.


In 1938 Berkeley Finns became an integral part of the founding of the Consumers Cooperative Grocery store, or Co-ops. Which had several stores in the area, eventually three in Berkeley. The first was not far from here on University at the current site of a Target. The second was on Shattuck where there is now an Andronicos and the third was on Telegraph and Ashby were you can today find a Whole Foods. We were members and I remember it as something of a scandal that my Aunt Millie shopped at Safeway instead, all other Finns — it seemed — bought their groceries at one of the Co-ops, even some of those who had moved to neighboring communities. (It should be noted that my Aunt Millie was married to the previously mentioned Republican.)


Just prior to the co-op grocery stores a Finnish immigrant named Arvid Nelson, who was a member of Lodge 21, started a gas co-op which had it’s first station at Bancroft Way and San Pablo. 


Early in the 20th century there were a few small Finnish owned shops and businesses but by the 1930s Finns had absented themselves from commerce and were more likely to be found in construction, a field in which they were pre-dominant in Berkeley through the sixties. 


Finns were always a small segment of the Berkeley population but they were highly visible. I don’t know that their vote was ever courted but for local politicians to have the support of the Finnish community was a positive boon because Finns were always active in holding and participating in political events.


As one researcher put it, the period between the early 1930s and late 1950s was the golden age of Berkeley’s Finntown, although it seems to me it remained strong through the 1960s only beginning to fade in the seventies as Finns stopped emigrating to the area and those who had been here in the early days started to die out or move. Skimming through Berkeley High or any of the junior high yearbooks from the ‘20s through ‘60s you’ll find anywhere from a handful to a dozen Finnish last names. Searching through the Berkeley Gazette one is constantly coming across references to Finnish activities at the Hall or individual Finns involved in schools, sports or businesses often doing volunteer work. Finns were a positive influence in Berkeley given their willingness and desire to help out with everything from school functions to scouts to sports teams. Meanwhile prominent Finns who visited the Bay Area whether singers, diplomats, professors, athletes or politicians usually came through Berkeley to speak at the Finnish Hall. As recently as the early 1970s the great Finnish track star Lasse Viren who won Olympic gold in the 5000 and 10000 meter runs in the 72 and 76 games, was feted at the Hall.


One long-time member of the Lodge was my father, Aimo Hourula, who was born in Finland in 1916. After fighting in the Winter War he took to the seas as a merchant marine in hopes of seeing the world. That he did, but he also saw German planes strafe two of the ships he was on and a Japanese submarine that sunk his Liberty ship in the Arabian Sea. He eventually settled in New York where he met my mother, Kerttu Kurki, a UC Berkeley graduate who was completing her Master’s at Columbia University. They moved back to Bay Area in 1946 and like virtually all Finns in the area became active members of the Finnish Brotherhood. 


My father’s move to the US inspired his younger brother Unto to follow him along with his cousins Laura Olkkola and Reijo Mehtela. Other Finns like my Aunt Elsa’s sister Sylvie followed. My dad often credited himself — quite accurately as a matter of fact — with causing a mini-migration from Finland to the Bay Area. It’s also interesting to note that from about the ‘50s on a lot of immigrant Finns would start their new lives in Berkeley then move to the suburbs as was the case with my Uncle and my father’s cousins. Berkeley the Finntown was becoming a way station, but also a place that Finns in the Bay Area came for events at the hall. Berkeley’s reputation as a Finntown was such that the annual Summer Finnfest was held in Berkeley in 1986.


If you lived in Berkeley in the first seventy years of the last century you almost certainly knew a Finn, if not several. It never struck anyone as unusual to meet a first or second generation Finn in Berkeley. We were everywhere though especially in the construction business, like my grandfather, dad and uncle. If you went by a construction site in Berkeley chances were there was a Finn working there if not a whole crew of them. Finns were also ubiquitous at the Berkeley wharf, often taking off for or returning from a fishing trip or just hanging out seeing how the fishing had been that day. 


But as I grew up Finntown was already becoming a memory. Finns were moving to the suburbs, others had assimilated and Finnish immigration to the United States had all but stopped. Today if you meet a Finn in Berkeley he or she is likely a visiting professor at Cal or someone in the tech industry on a trip combining business with pleasure.


Lodge 21 is no more though we do have the Finnish Heritage Society and it’s Cultural Committee. The continuing celebrations of Finland such as for Finnish independence day and Vappu (Finland’s May Day) at the Finnish Hall show that the legacy of Berkeley’s Finntown lives on. Bay Area Finns owe a great debt to those early Finnish pioneers. The Finns who came to Berkeley gave each other support and succor, maintained their culture and left a legacy — including the hall — that we Finns are rightly proud of. We can also be proud of the contributions our forebears made to the growth of Berkeley. As a Berkeley Finn I’m proud of Finland and its current standing in the world and its continually being named the world’s happiest country and I’m proud of this city and, despite it’s problems and struggles, what it has and continues to stand for and that Finns have played a part in it.