Lecture: Work People's College
2000
We've finally hit the 21st Century in my Memoirs. Memoir #37 will feature my
lecture on the Finnish-run Work People’s College, a school for labor and retail
cooperative activists at Smithville, MN, which I gave at the Finn GrandFest, a joint
US and Canadian Cultural festival held at York University near Toronto, on July 15,
2000. At the time it was the first joint summer festival of US and Canadian Finns.
Työväen Opisto, as WPC was named in Finnish, was one of several independent
institutions of labor education in the United States in the early 20th Century. Others
included Commonwealth College in Mena, Arkansas (1923–1940), and Brookwood
Labor College in Katonah, NY (1921–1929), founded by the Rev. A,J. Muste, a
Protestant clergyman and labor organizer. WPC was the first of these three to be
founded in 1907 and the longest lasting, until 1941. Another unique feature was its
founding by Finnish socialists with the Finnish language as one of its classroom
subjects in its earlier years.
REFERENCE TO HARRY’S SCANS
Readers of M37 are urged to refer to Harry’s Scans on this website for detailed
lecture and bibliographical notes on my talk at Toronto. My summary of that talk
presented here will be mostly anecdotal highlights. — HS
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ORIGINS OF WORK PEOPLE’S COLLEGE
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WPC Class of 1913
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Leo & Olga Laukki
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The school was founded around 1902 by a Finnish Lutheran denomination in
Minneapolis that accepted both church and labor youth. In 1904, there was a
widespread student strike in protest of compulsory prayers to open each session
which was successful. As one wiseacre student acclaimed: “Let’s waltz!” The Finnish
Socialist Federation ran a campaign to sell shares to grow the school, which was so
successful that its ownership was assumed by the Socialists with the Lutherans left
in the cold. H.A. Haataja was its first director in 1907 and it moved to Smithville, a
Duluth suburb. Leo Laukki, a Finnish revolutionary socialist and Russian Cavalry
lieutenant (1880–1938) who had fled Czarist rule became both its director and teacher
in 1908. Under socialist control it became known as Työväen Opisto, awkwardly
translated in English as Work People’s College. Most of its students were young
working class Finnish immigrants and their practical curriculum included spoken and
written English (which many were learning), written Finnish for those with language
deficiencies although the Finnish educational system required a basic literacy for all
its young, and second-generation American-born Finns who were growing up in a
bilingual society and were still part of a community within which daily use of the
language was still the norm. Other subjects included bookkeeping especially for those
involved with the rapid growth of Finnish-run coop stores and warehouses in their
new homeland. As a socialist institution then, basic Marxist economics was a must
as a course to be taken as well as Darwinian evolution. SP Locals of the Finnish
Socialist Federation chipped in generously during its socialist period for the operation
of the school by tapping their memberships for contributions. It was also a residential
school where the students roomed and boarded for free which didn’t run cheap for the
FSF community to finance. For some it was their only formal education. Jack Ujanen,
the last editor of the Finnish IWW newspaper Industrialisti, had never attended
school in Finland but had learned to read by studying pages of the bible glued to
interior walls of the humble shack where his family lived to help deal with the bitter
winters. Following his coming to the US he worked as a quarry worker first in New
Hampshire before enrolling at WPC. He rapidly developed skills in both languages
to become a fixture in IWW newspaper circles, also translating English language into
Finnish for their readers and learning typesetting along with the use of the Linotype
machine. Niilo Wälläri who we wrote about in M36, was also an excellent WPC
student.
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Yrjö Sirola
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The level of education at WPC was enhanced by the coming of a former Finnish
Parliament SDP MP Yrjö Sirola to the USA where he joined the faculty and
administration. Sirola (1876–1936) was the son of a well-to-do clergyman in Finland
and had a middle-class education through teachers college, taught school, and worked
as a journalist as he was turned on by socialist politics to be elected to Parliament on
the SDP ticket. He arrived in 1910 and returned to Finland in 1913 where he had a
leadership role during the Finnish Civil War of 1918 for the Red Government, fled
to Russia when the Whites won and became an ardent Bolshevik, although a
moderate parliamentary reformer during his younger days.
So after Sirola left, Leo Laukki (born Leonard Leopold Lindquist in Helsinki), a
brilliant, charismatic speaker and writer became the administrative power house at
WPC again. The late Finnish-American scholar Michael G. Karni relished telling a
story about Laukki’s long-windedness. It seems Leo was in the middle of a lengthy
lecture on Socialism to an immigrant audience. After six hours of spellbinding oratory
he paused for a glass of water and in resuming, said: “and Secondly” — after which
he spoke for another several hours! He was also noted for a fiery temper.
LAUKKI AND WPC GO WOBBLY
Laukki was a restless soul and after years as a political revolutionary socialist,
became attracted to industrial unionism, anarcho-syndicalism and the IWW which
was growing by leaps and bounds within the Finnish-American working class in the
West and Upper Midwest. So a Laukki-led split ensued with the IWW line becoming
dominant at WPC over the earlier political Marxism, and around 1914–’15, Work
Peoples College became an IWW institution, with the political Marxists coalescing
around the newspaper Työmies, published in Superior, WI which Laukki and his allies
had tried to take over but failed when the East Coast social-democratic newspaper
Raivaaja loaned its beleaguered sister paper $5000 to keep it under FSF auspices. So
in 1915, the Finnish IWWs started a paper they named Teollisuus Työläinen
(Industrial Worker) which was renamed Industrialisti (The Industrialist) in 1916 with
Laukki its chief editor. Thus the ideological battle was joined between the Industrial
Unionists and political Left Socialists among the radical Finns. Industrialisti was
published by Finnish Wobs until 1975 when it folded shop. So WPC continued on
under Finnish IWW auspices for years until its closure in 1941.
LAUKKI ARRESTED AMONG 166 IWWs
Related to the radical hysteria because of World War I, 166 members of the IWW
were arrested for antiwar “subversion” including its best known spokesperson Big
Bill Haywood, were all found guilty and sentenced to prison for varying lengths of
term. (Five Finnish Wobs were among those jailed: Leo Laukki, Frank Westerlund,
Fred Jaakkola, Charles Jacobson, and William Tanner.) With Laukki in jail awaiting
trial WPC was in a precarious position and barely managed to survive. By this time
the Russian Revolution had occurred and Laukki had undergone another major
political metamorphosis and abandoned industrial unionism of which he was the
leading spokesperson among Finns and became a Bolshevik for the rest of his life.
The Federal Court found all 166 class war prisoners guilty in an Unconstitutional trial
with prison sentences for all. Haywood and Laukki were treated especially harshly.
Laukki, for example, got a 20-year sentence with a $20,000 fine. While out on bail
awaiting appeal of their cases, Big Bill and two of the Finns, Leo Laukki and Fred
Jaakkola fled the country to the Soviet Union.
BIG BILL AND LEO LAUKKI IN USSR
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Big Bill Haywood |
Big Bill Haywood led a lonely life in the Soviet Union. He hung out in a dismal hotel
room and was given no responsibility except if a mass march was held through
Moscow, he would be hauled up onto the viewers’ balcony with all the Bolshevik
brass to see the Red Army tanks and infantry pass by, totally ignored. A far cry from
the wide open American West where he was raised and in his prime had led great
strikes in the heyday of his beloved IWW. He died in 1926 in Moscow, worn out by
his travails as a class warrior, now ignored as a nonentity in his exile. His remains are
buried in the Kremlin Wall along with those of journalist John Reed, the only
Americans so honored.
Leo Laukki suffered a violent fate. When he first arrived in the Soviets he joined the
Finnish Communist Party in exile and in 1921 was elected to its national committee.
His high intellectual talents were recognized and he taught university-level classes
in various parts of Russia. With his considerable journalistic background and
linguistic skills, he was employed by Trud, the official Soviet trade union newspaper.
Then the Stalinist late 1930s hit the fan. He was accused by Otto Kuusinen, the top-ranked Finn in the Soviet hierarchy, of associating in the 1920s with Eino Rahja,
another Red Finn living in the Soviet Union who had been condemned as “an enemy
of the people.” It seems like desperation, but Laukki tried to defend himself by saying
he “had exposed dozens of Trotskyites and a number of Bukharinites as
counterrevolutionary fascist traitors.” This did not prevent him from dying before a
Stalinist firing squad in 1938.
WORK PEOPLES COLLEGE PLOWS ON
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Fred Thompson
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Despite these setbacks due to wartime and post-wartime political repression by the
US Government, WPC soldiered on during the 1920s and 1930s, furthering the
education of countless radical labor organizers and co-op activists. Outstanding in its
administration was Fred Thompson, a Canadian Wobbly, who had done a brilliant job
of organizing a number of small stove manufacturers’ workers in Cleveland into the
IWW and who taught Marxian economics and labor history at Smithville and during
the 1930s was the school’s director. Thompson (1900–1987), a native of St. John’s,
New Brunswick, was a member of the O.B.U. (Canada’s One Big Union) of which
the IWW was the US’s counterpart. In 1922 he moved to California, where he joined
the IWW in San Francisco. He was sentenced to San Quentin on the unwarranted
criminal syndicalist law for being part of an agricultural strike in Marysville, CA and
spent 1922–1927 in prison. Released, it was back to Wobbly organizing. Thompson
served the year 1936 as IWW General Secretary-Treasurer and also several years as
editor of the Union’s newspaper Industrial Worker. (I knew Fred from my Chicago
days in the early 1950s and we soon became fast friends and eventually Fellow
Workers.) FW Thompson sustained a much better fate than did Leo Laukki. In his
older years he was a highly respected member of the Illinois Labor History Society
and was president of Charler Kerr Publishers, the oldest socialist publishing house
in the United States, which was undergoing a revival in its fortunes at the time. Fred
was also an author of two histories of the IWW: ‘The IWW — Its First 50Years” with
Pat Murphin in 1955, and “The IWW, Its First 70 Years.” in 1976. It was a privilege
for me to have known his Finnish Wobbly wife Aino, and Jenny (Lahti) Velsek, his
life partner during his final years. Jenny, daughter of a Finnish Wobbly family in
Northern Wisconsin, had also studied at WPC as a young woman.
Since the near shutoff of new immigration after 1920, the number of young Finnish
working women and men at WPC declined sharply and second-generation American
Finnish enrollment couldn’t close the gap. In 1941 with America about to enter WWII
only about eight students were enrolled in its final sessions, the school closed its
doors and became part of history. Schools of this nature became relics of the past, and
a valuable one it was for radical labor education for so many years. Labor education
nowadays can be obtained at colleges and universities around the country, also at
two-year community colleges. For instance, both Laney Community College in
Oakland. CA and San Francisco City College offer Associate of Arts degrees in Labor
Studies. In this age of Donald Trump with finance capital and its political henchmen
riding high and our labor movement greatly weakening since the 1970s, labor studies
are more and more important for young working people to rebuild their own
institutions to guarantee human dignity and conditions in the workplace and to
develop a democratic society superior to corporate capitalism which increasingly
benefits only the rich.
FAMILY REUNION AND KARELIAN ISTHMUS
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Lake Ladoga steamer
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In August of 2000 I continued on to Parikkala, Finland for a reunion of all folks with
the family name of Siitonen who were abundant in the province of Southeastern
Finnish Karelia (or what was left of it at the end of the Continuation War of 1941–’44
when the Soviet Union grabbed the Karelian Isthmus for itself as well as swaths of
land which left the huge Lake Ladoga region entirely within Russian borders. The
town of Parikkala was a border town left to Finland at the peace talks’ conclusion.)
We had a clan meeting of people who were only remotely related to me through our
common surname, Siitonen, most of whom I was meeting for the first time. It was a
convivial enough gathering but the main diversion was a Siitonen extended family
bus trip around the Karelian Isthmus (Karjalan Kannas), now part of Russia.
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Woman at Kakisalmi Tori
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We reached a border crossing at a remote point on the way to the Gulf of Finland port
of Viipuri which dated from the Hanseatic sea trade era and flourished as important
trade center under Finnish rule from 1918 to 1944 when it was finally lost to Russia
in the wars. The border crossing procedure was notoriously slow because of the
Russian officials’ gross inefficiency. All of our passports were taken from us and
examined in a guard shack which seemed to take hours. So we sat around talking and
playing cards. The young Russian border patrolmen guarding our train bummed
cigarettes continuously from equally bored passengers. Finally, everyone’s passport
was returned except mine since all other passports were Finnish and mine was
American. Since I wasn’t a Finnish citizen then, the leader of our Karelian tour Pentti
Siitonen, a newspaper editor from Parikkala, was an old hand in visiting this ceded
portion of Karelia and fluent in Russian, had a special document that showed my
participation was legal. However, the Russian border bureaucrat was unsatisfied and
asked that I accompany him back to their guard shack. Where I was able to prove my
identity, my passport was handed back. I returned the bus and we were on our way.
Since our main destination on the Karelian Isthmus was the rustic Finnish-run fishing
resort of Pyhäjärvi, we only made a brief stop at the historic railway station in
Viipuri, under Finnish rule the second largest city in the country and a major eastern
Gulf of Finland seaport. We got off to look around as there was a mini-tori
(marketplace) where one could buy soft drinks and snacks. No sooner did I get out
of the bus, I was besieged by a gang of young Russian toughs who preyed on
innocents around the railway station, who tried to go for my wallet. I quickly retreated
back into the bus and never left it again. Our tour leader Pentti Siitonen wasn’t as
lucky. For an experienced below-the-border traveler he did a dumb thing. Bending
over some item in a kiosk, he had a wallet thick with Euros bulging in the back
pocket of his trousers. In a split second, some nimble-fingered youth had plucked it
out and started running toward the railroad station. Some onlooker yelled at Pentti
that he’d been robbed and he gave chase. but a stout middle-aged man was no match
to catch the kid who disappeared into the maw of the station. Pentti reported it to the
cops and railroad officials who were useless in dealing with it, if even interested.
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The bus ride through the heavily forested lands of the Isthmus was spectacular with
farmhouses and pastures spotted now and again. A couple of times we’d cross a
bridge over a rapidly churning river. I wonder if one of them was the Taipale River
over which particularly bloody battles had been fought during mid-20th Century
during the Finno-Russian Wars? Finally, the bus left the well-paved two-lane road we
had taken from Viipuri onto a narrow dirt road full of rocks and potholes so we
slowed to a creepy-crawl for the rest of the way to nearby Pyhäjärvi (Holy Lake), our
rural lakeside destination. Several dozen skinny, shabbily-clad Russian kids were
standing on both sides of the road waving at us as we rode past them. Most of us
Siitonen family reunionists heartily waved back. We made the youngsters’ day! Soon
we arrived at the resort at a cluster of log cabins amidst trees by the large lake. The
cabins consisted of dormitory space, a Finnish sauna, a building containing a full-service kitchen and a large dining room. Out by the docks at lakeside were a number
of fishing boats.
Owner/Manager of the Pyhäjärvi resort was Antti Musakka (Muzak in Russian), a
young Finnish man in his thirties who operated the place with his attractive Russian
wife, who cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the paying guests. The resort had
been built by his father who was a native of the area in the prewar days while the
Karelian Isthmus was still part of Finland. But when the Russians won the wars, its
Finnish inhabitants, including those of the prosperous Musakka family farm, fled
North over the new Finnish border. Antii’s father, as I remember the story, became a
successful building contractor somewhere in Central Finland and quite well-to-do.
Longing to see his family’s old lands of several generations on the Isthmus, Musakka
would travel as a tourist to the area from time to time. He got to know and befriend
the new Russian residents of their old stomping grounds.
With his eye on the Lake and its possibilities, he offered to buy (or lease) some of its
acreage to build a fishing and vacation resort. He told the Russians that the resort
would bring some fresh business into this remote area and contribute to its economic
prosperity. The local bureaucracy acceded to his vision and the project became reality
as the log buildings were erected to accommodate the expected guests. Rustic but
well developed. Pyhäjärvi was rich in its fishing potential, and fishermen and others
just loving the nature came to spend their vacations here. Tour busses like ours were
standard fare. By our visit, the older Musakka had died and Antii and his wife took
over the place to operate. Antii’s widowed mother lived with them and her young
grandchildren. Svetlana, as I’ll call Antti’s wife, would drive over the nearby Finnish
border early in the morning to buy top grade food supplies to feed their guests.
There’d always be a couple of hours of delays at the Finno-Russian border even
though the bureaucracy saw her as a frequent crosser with her food supplies for the
resort. Efficiency was not the Russians’ strong suit. But the meals that Svetlana and
her helpers prepared for us were ample and delicious at a reasonable price. I stayed
in a single men’s dorm in a two-tiered plain wooden bunk, Sturdy but comfortable.
There were also rooms for couples and families.
BUS TOUR TO KÄKISALMI
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Käkisalmi Fort
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Next day we went on a tour of the Isthmus in our chartered bus with Antti Musakka
as our guide and narrator. We traveled east through heavily forested country to the
northwestern shore of Lake Ladoga (Laatokka in Finnish), Part of our busload got off
at a dock to be taken to an island that I believe was Korela for a few hours by a
battered old Lake steamer while the remainder of us proceeded north along the coast
of Europe’s largest lake to explore the town of Käkisalmi (Priozersk in Russian,
Keksgolm in Swedish. (Apparently the Isthmus had been a bone of contention
between Russian and Swedish armies a few centuries back.) During our visit the
population of the town was about 19,000 with a furniture factory (formerly a paper
mill) the main industry. The center of town where we got off the bus was a dismal,
shabby place, its square highlighted by an open-air flea market where vacant-eyed
impoverished women were peddling old clothes and boots and shoes to the thin
crowds who passed their tables. There was never a smile on any of their worn and
dreary faces. The town reflected a place which had been a lively market town during
its Finnish Era before the wars, but now low-lighted drabness and defeat. Käkisalmi
lost its Finnish population after the 1940 armistice of the Winter War, who returned
during its recapture in the Continuation War but left again over the redrawn Finnish
border when Soviet troops took it again in 1944 for good. The currant population is
composed of Russian, Belarusian and Ukrainian migrants. I walked away from the
center feeling as depressed as the local population to look over a medieval fortress
about a mile south of downtown. I shared the gloom of the town all the way back to
Pyhäjärvi on our bus.
SHOPPING STOP AT VIIPURI TORI
On our return trip to Finland we made a lengthy stopover at the large tori at Viipuri,
full of Finnish shoppers who had crossed the border for the high quality goods at
bargain prices available. A far cry from the poor man’s street tori at Käkisalmi.
American cigarettes could be bought for a song as well as booze of every description.
Blankets, fabrics, clothing and perfumes and other luxury goods of all descriptions
were available at the huge open-air arena. Apparently a giant smuggling operation in
Eastern Europe must have been the suppliers of these high standard commodities,
ones which would cost the Finnish and American consumers appreciably more at
home. This indicated the high level of corruption that prevails in modern capitalist
Russia, where the thieving bureaucrats of the collapsed Soviet Union were rank
amateurs in comparison. Play ball with Putin and Vladimir and his gang would turn
a blind eye unless someone was fool enough to cross him. He wasn’t trained by the
KGB for nothing with his command of the rules of power, illicit or straight. All my
Siitonen tribe tore their way out of the bus the minute we stopped near the
marketplace, except me, who didn’t plan to spend a kopeck in this town where my
father and his older brother Pekka had operated a small-time bagel-making shop back
in 1908. Outside of two walking sweeps through the Viipuri Tori, I just hung around
the bus chatting with our driver.
MY FLIRTATIOUS 12-YEAR OLD AT THE BUS
While hanging around the bus, I was approached by a cute Russian school girl of
about 12 in a nice stylish dress who solicited me for some spare change. I was hooked
by her child’s charm and gave her about a Euro in change. But she kept hanging
around me at the bus and in Russian began flirtatiously to inveigle me for more
without letup, which I declined to do. I talked to her in Finnish which I figured she
knew to an extent because most of the foreigners who came to Viipuri Tori were
shop-till-you-drop Finnish border crossers. I noticed her makeup, red lipstick and all
with manicured and polished fingernails and pretty short skirt as she began to
flirtatiously play to my senses. Hey, this is jailbait and I’ve got to get rid of her like
now! “Mene kotia ja heti! Et kuulu tänne!” I yelled at her. (“Go home and right now!
You don’t belong here!”) She came closer and continued to try to charm me. I kept
insisting she leave and go home! (The driver had gone to the Tori and I was alone
with the preteen who was just beginning to bud out in her sexuality.) Already a
precocious whore at her young age! I was practically yelling at her at now, pointing
into the distance and barking: “MENE KOTIA JA HETI!” Finally, still offering me
a lascivious smile, she danced away.
Soon it was time to leave and the Siitonen shoppers came back laden with
commodities from their Tori binge. Many hauled cartons of American cigarettes and
bottles of whiskey. A truck pulled up and loaded several cases of American canned
beer into our baggage compartment some shoppers had splurged on. Young kids in
our entourage came laden with candy and other chocolates galore. A young
clergyman Siitonen, attired in a light blue blazer and turned white collar bought a nice
supply of alcohol more than was needed in church rites. Before we left Viipuri we
took a bus tour of the historic city itself, with Sakari Siitonen, Helsinki city architect,
who was my marathon running buddy in the 1977 Masters World Championships in
Gothenburg, Sweden, was the narrator of this city tour through a hand mic. Sakari had
lived as a young boy in Viipuri where his father was a teacher, I recall, and knew the
Viipuri’s architecture well. He was on our tour with his wife Irja. There were many
impressive buildings from before the Russian occupation that had stood up well
despite the neglect of the province’s new Russian masters. Gigantic workers’
apartment houses built by the Russians who worked in Viipuri’s industry during the
postwar period were shockingly drab and ugly in comparison. Finally, it was back on
the road toward the border. Along the way, boxes and boxes piled high lined the
roadside holding Pepsis and other Western soft drinks, stretched for miles trying to
entice Finnish tourists so no one would go home empty-handed. There was one more
liquor stop a mile or so before the border station for some last minute bargains.
Passengers were limited now to one bottle of booze each. Tour manager Pentti
Siitonen approached me to buy an extra jug to give him, as he knew I wasn’t a
drinker. No skin off my nose as he reimbursed me. Finally, at the Russian side of the
border Pentti went into a long huddle with the Russian border officials at their office,
came back with a big smile and we were off to Finland. Whether any bribe money
was paid for something because of the contraband nature of some of goods, will
forever be a mystery to me.
2000 U.S. Presidential Elections
This Presidential election brouhaha was the tightest in US history, which was
basically decided by the conservative majority of the Supreme Court by 5–4, stopping
the recount of the Florida vote which would determine the winner between the
Democrats’ Vice President Al Gore and the Republicans’ Texas Governor George W.
Bush. It was also the first time in over a century that the winner of the popular vote
was Gore, but Bush had the larger Electoral College vote. The Florida recount would
have decided the difference, but on a GOP petition the recount was stopped because
of a December certification date deadline. Gore’s popular vote totals were 50,990.897
million votes, to Bush’s 50,456.002. So the electoral vote was in Bush’s favor,
271–266. And he and rich oil man of ugly politics. Dick Cheney were elected. Ralph
Nader for whom I voted on the Green Party ticket for the second time, became a hate
object for the Democrats as the “spoiler” in the elections enabling Bush’s victory. In
the initial count, before the recount, Bush edged Gore by only by 468 votes out of 6
million cast in the swing state of Florida, where his brother Jeb Bush was then
governor. My old Socialist Party comrade David McReynolds was the SP’s
Presidential candidate on the Florida ballot and received 622 votes. As the
Democratic Establishment’s anger mounted against Nader where his very name
became a curse word in their vocabulary for all time, David pointed out that every one
of the eight minor party candidates had a larger vote differential than Gore’s and
could be charged as spoilers. Since my vote for Nader was in the Democrats’ electoral
majority status in California, it had no bearing on the outcome. The election of Bush
brought us the obscene war he initiated in Iraq in 2003 on the basis of nonexistent
weapons of mass destruction in Saddam Hussein’s possession, which made him one
of the worst presidents in US history. Only the election of megalomaniac capitalist
Donald Trump now in 2016 looms even worse.
1999 Postscript: The Christmas Revels
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Sasha, Harry, Raisa, Igor, Arto
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Sasha, Raisa, Arto, Igor
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Harry & Niilo
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MY GOOF! When I began my Year 2000 account in this Memoir #37, I recalled that
the annual Christmas Revels musical celebration held in Oakland, California in which
I played a significant role, completed my year. A quick memory jog proved me
wrong. My Christmas Revels year was in 1999, So, I’ll just tack this at the end of
2000 to conclude #37.
Christmas Revels is an annual entertainment feature held at the Scottish Rite
Auditorium in Oakland on Lakeside Drive across the street from Lake Merritt every
December as a major music, song and dance extravaganza that can involve a couple
of hundred entertainers, featuring the Winter Solstice tradition of various cultures
around the world. Revels does ten shows every season that can draw audiences of up
to 10,000 people. The theme for 1999 in Oakland was on the Northland Theme of the
Nordic culture that covered Finland and Northern Russia, based on the Finnish classic
epic poem, The Kalevala, compiled from the folk poetry of ancient Finnish and
Russian Karelian cultures and brought to life by Finnish medical doctor Elias
Lönnrot, as the Homer of his country in the 19th Century. As an old Kalevala
performer cited earlier in these Memoirs, I had acted in a couple of plays on the Epic
as Väinämöinen, the pagan half-deity and hero of the epic in the 1980s and done
several personal performance tours as that character, including an appearance on
Finnish national public television. So I was contacted by the longtime director of
Christmas Revels, David Paar, who had been my acting for film instructor at San
Francisco City College, to see if I’d be interested in being part of the Revels
production in Oakland. It sounded like a great gig and I met with David over the
possibilities. But I wouldn’t play my old Väinämöinen character but as Dr. Elias
Lönnrot, the author of the epic with the only speaking role in the show! WOWSA!
With my working knowledge of The Kalevala, I offered to assist in other aspects of
the Northland show. I auditioned for my role and maybe the only one who did as
David may have had me in mind for it from the very beginning. One beautiful aspect
of the show for me was that I wouldn’t need to memorize any lines for the production.
My role on the stage would be to sit at a table on the stage writing The Kalevala and
reading out loud from it as the good Doctor Elias, while the singers, musicians and
dancers would be whirling all around me, inspiring my creation, plumed pen and ink
well at hand. Scottish Rite is a huge venue with tiered balconies so my period
costume would have a mic hidden under my coat lapel with my booming voice
reaching the farthest rafters. The huge cast included performers from as far away as
Sacramento and Santa Rosa who would commute to our nightly rehearsals with
Revels sponsors hiring catererers to feed us our evening dinners backstage at the hall
for the weeks it took before opening the show. We also had a chorus of children
doing several numbers of song and dance directed by an immigrant Russian woman
of formidable talent.
I was offered a certain monetary sum in a contract for my speaking role by the Revels
producers, but as a professional actor, I negotiated successfully for a decent increase
in my remuneration. It was an expensive production put on by the nonprofit civic
endeavor as a group of musicians and a dancer were contracted, all travel expenses
paid, and a salary from Russian Karelia and one young instrumentalist from Norway
to further diversify the show. Three musicians came from Petrozavodsk in Russian
Karelia where the Kalevala tradition is strong: Arto Rinne, the late Aleksandr (Sasha)
Bykadorov, and Igor Arpihov, and an outstanding Karelian dancing talent, Raisa
Kalinkina. On my 1991 visit to Petroskoi I had met Arto Rinne, a Russian of Finnish
descent, who had just returned with a group of his young compatriot street musicians
after a summer of show biz in Stuttgart, Germany. Arto, who speaks excellent Finnish
as well as English, inquired then about playing in the United States, in which
endeavor I had no clout. The dancer Raisa, a mother of three, and I had had a
conversation in a Petrazavodsk cabaret in 1994 about a possible dance tour as I
reported earlier in these Memoirs. They were advertised as the Karelian Folk
Ensemble on their Revels appearance here. Fortunately, they had lucked into
performing in the Northland Revels in other US cities earlier in the 1990s. Several
other American cities besides Oakland also sponsor the colorful Christmas Revels
shows annually to this day. Arto Rinne has a day job as music director of the
Pertrazavodssk radio and TV Station. Sasha Bykadorov was a music professor at
Petroskoi University. During the summer months Igor Arpihov worked as a bell
ringer on Kishi Island in Lake Onega, the location of numerous wooden Russian
Orthodox churches. Raisa Kalinkina was a professional folk dancer and dance teacher
in her Russian Karelia region. All have performed all over Russia and Siberia and a
number of European countries as well as FinnFests in North America, starting in
Toronto where the men played in the expanded Karelian band Myllärit (The Millers)
and elsewhere as well.
I got to know the members of the Karelian Folk Ensemble very well at Oakland.
Sasha appeared as Väinämöinen in Revels singing several solos in Russian as that
character. As Lönnrot I was dressed as a proper bourgeois gentleman of the Mid-Nineteenth Century, and the Russians were clad in their regional Karelian costumes.
(Although the Christian term “Christmas” appeared in the title Christians Revels,
there is very little religiosity expressed in the Revels; it is primarily a secular show
highlighting the grandiosity of the Winter Solstice.) Our show was a great hit that
drew a capacity audience of 1,000 every night, so by the time we were done, 10,000
people had seen it. Media reviews were positive. As I had the only real speaking role,
I was identified by name in the San Francisco Chronicle as “a Berkeley actor.” It was
the most grandiose live show in which I was ever featured. The entire East Bay
Finnish community came out in force to see it. My best lifetime friend, the late Niilo
Koponen from Fairbanks, Alaska, made a special trip to the “Lower 48" to see it. The
crowds we drew were comparable to when I acted in the San Francisco Shakespeare
Festival’s 1988 season’s selection of “As You Like It,” in the grand sylvan vistas of
Golden Gate Park.
End of Installment 37
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