Friday, August 11, 2023

OIL

 OIL


It was Valentine’s Day, February 14, 1945.  The USS Quincy was anchored next to the USS Murphy in the Suez Canal's Great Bitter Lake.


Increasingly frail, exhausted and sick, the president of the United States of America was returning home after an arduous week-long meeting in the Black Sea resort town of Yalta.  


There, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Russia’s Joseph Stalin, and England’s Winston Churchill, “The Big Three,” had made plans for the end of World War Two and decided which parts of Hitler’s Europe would be their own “spheres of influence.”


FDR flew from Yalta to The Quincy, the ship that would take him back to America.  

Before the Quincy began it perilous trip the American president would conduct a second round of summitry, this time with Arab leaders.  FDR’s blood pressure on the USS Quincy was 260 over 150, according to several historical reports. 

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Two months later, Roosevelt would be dead.


During five hours of one-on-one discussions with Saudi Arabia’s ruler Ibn Saud, the gaunt, gritty FDR made an impromptu gesture of kindness and empathy that cemented the bond between Saudi Arabia and the USA … a relationship that significantly changed history.  (Photo: USS Quincy meeting.  Ibn Saud and Roosevelt are seated.)


I learned about this because my client in the 1990s was Alan Reich.  Like FDR, Alan was confined to a wheelchair.  At age 32, his neck was broken in a diving accident.  His disability was much more serious than FDR’s, whose legs were paralyzed at age 39 by Polio.  Reich, also in a wheelchair, had a stellar career in and out of government.  He, then was president of the National Organization on Disability (NOD).  Roosevelt and Reich clearly proved that people with disabilities surely have important abilities.


Alan told me he wanted to create an annual award for heads-of-state celebrating their country’s efforts to improve the lives of people with disabilities.  The award would be in FDR’s name.  The plan was simple, but the implementation would be tricky.  Reich, the UN Secretary General, and a yet-to-be-found major donor would jointly make the annual presentations to heads of state.  


Reich already had hooked Boutros Boutros-Ghali the sitting Secretary General (SG), but he needed to reel-in a big bundle of money to fully support the award.


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Alan asked me to be his sole traveling companion for a one-day trip to New York.  By then I was fairly adept at handling the intricacies of accompanying a virtual quadriplegic, getting in and out of wheelchairs, cars and planes and navigating his wheelchair across busy streets.  The two of us visited the Saudi’s acting UN ambassador in his office and then had a short session with the Secretary General at the UN Building.  


I had hastily located a photo of the historic 1945 meeting between FDR and Saudi King Ibn Saud.  For us it was just a prop.  For Saudis, we learned, it was iconic.  That image symbolized  the very moment when the nation began to evolve from one of the world’s poorest down-and-out countries that couldn’t pay its bills into the stratosphere of the wealthiest nations. 


The intent was for me to take a photo of Alan in his own wheelchair next to the ambassador holding the historic photo.  We then could tell our story in a short caption. 


The ambassador’s visit was part of Alan’s campaign to raise $5 million from the desert nation for the award.  Alas, the Saudis passed on the opportunity.  The FDR award eventually was delivered to about ten heads of state, mostly at the UN, with meager funding from elsewhere.  But, that’s background noise for this essay.


Long after the New York trip I had time to research the FDR/Ibn Saud session.  And what a story that photo revealed!


It begins with a quirk of geology.  Much of the parched, sandy Arabian Peninsula covers a sea of oil.  


As WWII was grinding to its end both England and the USA, knowing that oil would power the recovery, wanted to get their hands around all of it.  They were courting 70-year-old Ibn Saud, the wily desert fighter who created Saudi Arabia and became an absolute monarch.  Only FDR had made a concerted effort to come and see him.  


Ibn Saud often left his palaces to live and govern in a tent.  He had relatively few modern conveniences.  At that time Saudi Arabia was making more money from pilgrims visiting Mecca than any other source.  The king was wary of the surrounding Arab rulers who wanted his land, especially the religious sites.  So, he sought a powerful security partner he could trust mano-mano, as well as wanting income. 


The Saudi ruler knew the logistics for the American president’s trip to meet with him was a really big deal.  Safely moving 63 year-old FDR through Nazi submarine-infested waters, and  within range of German aircraft, was a major mission.  An armada of warships and dozens of warplanes were involved in the voyage from Norfolk, Virginia in the USA to the “Big Three” summit and  back, including the Suez detour to summit with Ibn Saud.   


One vessel, the USS Murphy, had taken a stealth side trip to Jeddah, the Saudi city on the Red Sea.  There it picked up the King and his 48-person entourage of servants, cooks, an astrologer, food taster and imposing barefoot body guards.  Seven sheep were penned on the rear deck to be skinned and cooked following Islamic dietary traditions.  Sailors created the pen by stringing ropes between depth charges.


A group of the King’s wives and harem, originally scheduled for the trip, remained in Saudi Arabia.  Navy brass nixed having all those women onboard for the trip from Jeddah to Suez.


During his first time on a motorized ship, Ibn Saud slept in a large tent erected on the Murphy’s outside deck.  The tent was supported by the ship’s forward 5-inch gun, pointing up toward the stars.  Sailors, of course, nicknamed the destroyer “Big Top.”   


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Angelo Marinelli, a seaman on the mission, told his local paper, “They built campfires on the deck of the destroyer.  Every sailor aboard was carrying a fire extinguisher in case the fires in the tents got out of hand.”  


Several reports claim the ship’s crew, the king and his entourage overcame language barriers and got along famously.  The Navy men introduced many of their guests to movies and the king’s bodyguards impressed sailors with demonstrations of using their scimitar-like swords.  Or maybe those were warnings?


Because the hulking Ibn Saud suffered severe pain while walking, ship decks were carpeted to alleviate some of the King's discomfort. 


Once aboard the Quincy and seated next to the US President, Ibn Saud and FDR famously bonded.  In large part that was because of their disabilities.  The King, whose cane is visible in the photo, had never seen anything like the President’s wheelchair and was fascinated. 


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In an impulsive act, FDR gave Ibn Saud one of his wheelchairs.  This turned out to be a much bigger deal than the officially planned gift, which was a fully-manned DC-3 passenger plane  with a swivel throne.  Thus, while in the air, the King could painlessly rotate toward Mecca to pray.


After discovering that the thin wheels of FDR’s chair didn’t work in Saudi sand, and because the king was much larger than the president, the monarch had several constructed with wide wheels.  


In summary, the USA was awarded the long-term right to drill, process and sell the oil.  Saudi Arabia became one of the richest nations in the world.  


That picture of the two leaders, one with a cane and one with a cape over his shoulder, hiding a wheelchair from cameras, became the most-seen photo in all of Saudi Arabia.  It showed two sly battered old men who had conquered their worlds and their painful disabilities.  


And it depicted one of the most significant impetuous acts of kindness and compassion in modern history.


Addenda:


1.  A long retrospective on these April 1945 events posted on the Saudi based arabnews.com provides colorful details about the secret meeting.  It includes some of the after-event notes prepared by the chief US diplomat involved, William A. Eddy, who was the official translator.  

He reported that near the end of their meeting “Roosevelt told Ibn Saud: ‘You are luckier than I because you can still walk on your legs and I have to be wheeled wherever I go.’  The king replied: ‘No, my friend, you are more fortunate.  Your chair will take you wherever you want to go and you know you will get there.  My legs are less reliable and are getting weaker every day.’


“At this, the president said: ‘If you think so highly of this chair I will give you the twin … as I have two on board.”


2.  The Ibn Saud meeting covered considerably more than oil and there were strong differences of opinion about a future Jewish state in Palestine, for example.  Nonetheless, the camaraderie was real.


3.  Before seeing Ibn Saud, Roosevelt met with King Farouk of Egypt and Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia.  These were much less historic events.  


4.  England was America’s main rival for the Saudi oil.  After leaving the USS Quincy, Ibn Saud went to meet Winston Churchill near Cairo and returned to Jeddah on an English warship.  


Canny FDR had sanctioned that meeting expecting the two would not get along.  The Saudi ruler reportedly found the British Prime Minister to be an unpleasant character.   

 

The posting on arabnews.com says the Churchill-Ibn Saud session occurred because the English PM found out that FDR was going to meet with Ibn Saud and wanted to be part of the action.  


Quoting William A. Eddy’s notes, “whereas the Americans had taken (Ibn Saud) on a destroyer, (The British) were going to return him on a cruiser.” That would be a larger and supposedly more prestigious ship.


Later, the king told Eddy that he “did not enjoy his return trip to Jeddah.”  Among his complaints about the dull voyage were … “the food was tasteless; there were no demonstrations of armament; no tent was pitched on the deck; the crew did not fraternize with his Arabs; and altogether he preferred the smaller but more friendly US destroyer.”


First posted April, 2020

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Wednesday, November 2, 2022

 



This oped ran in the Sunday April 23, 2006 Harrisburg Patriot News.   I could have written it yesterday.


AS I SEE IT

BY GEORGE KROLOFF

Hello, candidate. I'm available, but I can't find you on Match.com.

You don't have to be a perfect 10. I'd probably settle for an eight.

I'm the politically unattractive guy in the middle who isn't swayed by ideology or any one issue. I just want to make a match with someone who usually thinks like me. Someone who believes the federal government should work like my local "administration." It actually arranges to get the garbage picked up before 10 a.m. every Monday.

Do you agree our national government needs able managers who can prioritize? That we can't do everything at once? If you want us to get together, tell me how you will run the government I am paying for.

Of course, I have issues. Doesn't everyone? Here are some:

The economy. It's good in some places, bad in others. Good if you are in the right place, bad if you aren't. Tell me what you think government can and should do regarding our quality of life. Remember, "can" and "should" are not the same things. What are realistic goals we can agree upon?


Environment, education, and jobs. See economy.


Immigration. Our diversity is an enormous strength and a great gene pool. And there aren't enough Americans willing to fill a lot of jobs. But illegal means illegal. Immigration from Mexico is an economic issue that can't be solved by building a border wall. In a somewhat similar situation, Ronald Reagan told the Soviets, "Tear Down This Wall." Where's the win-win solution?


Elections. Certainly, all politicians are not corrupt. But the system has been corrupted because contributions drive campaigns and then pay for decisions made by winners. How will you fix the broken system?


Abortion and health. Of course, abortion's an important moral issue. But so are other life-and-death issues that involve even more people (such as the millions who die of hunger, wars, and easily prevented diseases). Meanwhile, U.S. health policy is worse than complicated. How will you manage the time and the money available for major health issues? Think simple, but give me context, not sound bites.


Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Life refers to more than what the abortion sides say. Liberty is much more than freedom of speech and much less than anarchy. Happiness? America seems to be depressed. Too much Viagra, too little Zoloft?


Foreign policy and the Middle East. Worldwide, our ever-changing policies are a mixture of morals (some of which we actually practice), but mostly economic. Oil is not the root of all evil, but we need a root canal to deaden our pain. How can we get along and stop picking fights? Where is the middle ground in all the Mid-east's shifting sand?


Religion. Way too slippery a slope for the government. The Ten Commandments are wonderful, but which ones? The Catholic? The Protestant? The Jewish? They do differ you know. Or maybe you don’t know. We probably agree on the ethics and morality of most of the commandments. But don't tell me how important it is to have them in public squares. Tell me how you will instill the basic concepts into government.


Technology. What should be our government's role when technology is the driving force in the global economy, environment, education, wars, and health; even in religion? As a conversation starter, what would you do about our place in a world where China and India are only two of several powerhouse nations racing to overtake our lead?


Special interests. Every individual, organization, and nation has special interests. I want a manager who can balance the spectrum of issues by openly and honestly discussing varying points of view. Are you brave enough to talk about how you made a decision?


Here's a bonus topic: terror: Why am I so frightened? Can you make me comfortable with a middle ground between terror and caution? I'm needy, a hug or a gun isn't enough.

Can you bring us together? My last political relationship broke up over the use of money, power and not really caring about me. I'd like to find a candidate who wants to build a relationship, not someone who will kiss-up just to get my vote and then abandon me.

Want to meet over a cup of coffee?


GEORGE KROLOFF of East Berlin has held senior positions in the legislative and executive branches of the federal government, and in the private sector. 


Note: Since this was written we moved from East Berlin back to Maryland. 


Monday, October 17, 2022


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Atlas Shrugged?

Unlike humans real snow birds sense Earth’s magnetic waves. They use them as an avian GPS to get from freezing Yukon winters to warm southern nests. A bird’s sky atlas, would look very different than National Geographic’s. The illustration is an artist’s suggestion of a bird’s-eye-view of the night sky showing magnetic waves from Jupiter.  

Saturday, September 17, 2022

Everything

 

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Your Body’s Bureaucracies

Your body is run by a bunch of bureaucracies, just like the Pentagon.  

An ER doctor said I collapsed when I tried to stand up because there was a communications problem between the bureaucracies running my nerve system and the blood system.  When I stood up the blood bureaucracy didn’t get the message that my brain needed more.  

Actually, everything from electrons to elections is run by bureaucracies. 




Friday, September 16, 2022

 USA 2022


A parent who knows the family of the Highland Park mass killer and many of the grieving families  told me earlier this week the school kids are handling the aftermath better than the adults.  The reason: School shooting drills.



Monday, May 23, 2022

Sportin' Life, a memory

 Yesterday a book review in The Washington Post reminded me of this from April 10, 2016.  


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John W. Bubbles  


As a young show business press agent in Chicago around 1960 I promoted an interesting “B List” of world-renowned performers visiting The Windy City.  Bernstein, Belafonte and a bunch of others whose names began with B.  


Last night’s powerful performance at Strathmore Music Center of “Porgy and Bess” brought back memories of John W. Bubbles.  He was Sportin’ Life in the original Broadway production of the Gershwin classic.


Bubbles had appeared in Chicago on a bill with Judy Garland and the comic Alan King.  I was hired after it already was clear the show’s run would be standing-room-only.  I guess the producer’s contract said there must be a press agent.


Irv Kupcinet, the leading local gossip columnist, invited me to a private dinner at the Chez Paree nightclub a couple days before the show opened.  About ten of us sat around a table and listened to a clearly disturbed Garland swearing up a storm.  That was a bit uncomfortable.  Even more disturbing were the futile attempts by her husband, Sidney Luft, to calm her down.  I didn’t want to get involved in that.  But, I needed someone to promote, because I was being paid to do the press agentry.


King was equally obnoxious.  He didn’t need me and I not only didn’t need him, I didn’t want to be around him.  He seemed to be mean and disdainful of everyone but himself. 


Bubbles, meanwhile, came across as quiet, introspective and a genuinely warm human being.  I only knew about his being in vaudeville where he partnered with a fellow who’s nickname was “Buck” and the team was “Buck and Bubbles.”  The name had intrigued me as much as another star team on the “Negro” Vaudeville Circuit, “Butterbeans and Susie.” 


I quickly arranged for Studs Terkel to interview Bubbles in a small WFMT radio studio. Terkel, probably the best interviewer ever, didn’t dwell on the obvious, like how Bubbles allegedly taught Fred Astaire to tap dance.



Terkel zeroed in on Bubbles’ climb to stardom in Jim Crow America.  Jim Crow was a popular 19th-century minstrel song and dance that negatively stereotyped African Americans.  It was performed by White men in blackface makeup.  The mythical Jim Crow morphed into shorthand for a system of government-sanctioned wide-spread racial oppression and segregation, illustrated by Bubbles career.  Successful as his career was, during most of it he could not walk into millions of front doors or stay at most hotels because of his skin color.  


Studs delicately brought out the pain, suffering, and sorrow of Bubbles’ journey to greatness.  Several poignant sounds of silence spoke volumes, as the three of us around the table and the sound engineer in a cramped “booth” behind a large glass window, gathered our thoughts and quietly reflected upon the discomfort pent up in Bubbles’ story.  A story of simultaneously living the American dream and the American nightmare.  


The temperature in the room began to heat up.  


And suddenly I noticed. The four of us.  Suspended in a tiny time capsule.  In a soundproofed safe high above the hustle and bustle of “The Second City.”  And each of us with tears in our eyes. 


All of this was flashing before me last night.  A night with little if any silence and a totally different experience.  Not at all like Studs’ studio.  Not even like sitting near the blaring orchestra pit during the early 1950’s revival of Porgy, where I was a teenaged usher in Chicago’s cavernous, classic, Civic Opera House.


Now, last night, in the sleek and nearly perfectly-tuned modern Strathmore Music Hall, just 15 minutes from our apartment door, the house lights dimmed, then Susan and I focused on the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra’s pleasing full, fluid sound. It was a sharp contrast to what I remembered as an equally pleasing, but brassy, Broadway-born Porgy pit orchestra.


But, the voices.  Behind the orchestra in the loft, were the 60-or-so members of the highly acclaimed choir from Morgan State University a historically black college.  In front, performing in an imaginary Catfish Row, were the lead performers.  Some were professional opera singers, some students.  They deservedly took their standing ovation bows.  And I thought.


Oh those voices.  Oh, those emotions.  Oh, those memories.


The Gershwin brothers, George and Ira, and the all-Caucasian team creating the original Porgy in the Jim Crow mid-1930s were creating one of America’s first operas.  Jim Crow was blocking the door to the audition stage. There weren’t many stage doors for Blacks wanting to be opera singers.  The show’s creators reportedly worried they would have casting troubles.  Of course, in time, they did find those voices.


One was John W. Bubbles, who also was one of America’s greatest dancers.


Then last night at Strathmore, as the performers took their bows, to a well deserved standing ovation for a performance that soared with current and future stars.  Jim Crow is not dead, but at least one wing has been clipped.


It is a weak pun to say we walked out on a high note.   


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George Kroloff May 23, 2022

The book reviewed in The Washington Post is 

Sportin’ Life: John W. Bubbles, an American Classic by Brian Harker.





Sunday, January 23, 2022

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Clue 12 of 12 … The conclusions.



WHY A ROCK … A STAR ... A ROCK STAR … AND YOU ARE THE SAME THING BUT DIFFERENT 


This is a very short version.  A longer version, written for teens in simple language and with pictures is attached.

  • Nearly 14 billion Earth Years ago an amazingly hot blob of Energy instantly expanded.  Today that is called The Big Bang.  It took at least 200,000 years for the ingredients to cool enough to form the first atoms.  Like all atoms, they were made up of even tinier thing.
  • A controversial, but very popular, idea among scientists claims those tiniest things are made up of strings of Energy, and that Energy probably is in a form of Information that can be communicated.  
  • The strings, according to this concept, create everything in our Universe.  They vibrate, and they make decisions to combine with other strings to build what we think of as mass (a grain of sand, a rock, or our Moon).  
  • I hope I haven’t lost you already, but with new computers, telescopes, microscopes and other technologies the evolving picture of reality gets weirder.
  • The tiny bits of Energy can make other things, like electricity, magnetism, light and other stuff that humans can sense.  The Energy also makes things we can’t sense, such as microwaves that cook food.
  • Everything vibrates, producing waves of information.  For instance, high waves on Lake Michigan  probably mean a storm is near by.  A siren signals danger.  A plucked guitar string becomes part of a language we call music.  X-Ray devices translate waves that let you look into a body as if you were Superman.
  • Some communicating waves combine or cooperate to build the bureaucracies that govern our bodies and our Universe.  A doctor told me the reason I was collapsing onto the floor when I stood up was that my nervous system (a bureaucracy) stopped communicating with my blood system (another bureaucracy).  The nerves were not telling the blood vessels in my legs to squeeze, so more blood would be forced up to my brain so I could function.  Eventually, communications were restored.  
  • Meanwhile, photos of communication channels in a brain looks suspiciously like communications channels between galaxies in computer simulations. 
  • There seems to be a chain of command.  For instance, in a woman’s womb ‘director’ stem cells tell ‘worker’ stem cells to build a developing baby’s ear or knee, etc.  
  • Your bureaucracies were built following the same blueprints as mine.  Yours may tell you to speed through the yellow light at the same time as mine order the muscle system and my foot to hit the brake hard.
  • Everything seems to communicate, making human-brain-like decisions.  Something in the atoms must be telling water ‘it is 32 degrees Fahrenheit and time to change to ice.’  We know how the chemistry works to make that happen, but we don’t know how the chemistry knows what to do.  Like the stuff mentioned above, there is cooperation going on among atoms and molecules, so there must be communication.  Another example, something tells a cell to attack an invading Covid or cancer cell.
  • There probably is a cosmic language.  Or languages.  The idea of finding a Universal Rosetta Stone to help us translate the language(s) is appealing.  Creating the Electromagnetic Spectrum to measure, or detect, waves is a first step.  Those waves humans evolved to sense, like light, heat and sound are only a small part of the spectrum.  Other waves are colors, radio, and ultraviolet. 
  • Because humans evolved to understand only a little bit of what is going on around us, our understanding of life, bodies, and the Universe must be different than birds that can see ultraviolet waves, or use the magnetic waves around our globe as an avian GPS while migrating.  Trees can communicate and nurture other trees.  Flowers follow the sun and must have something like a brain.  It would be nice to be able to know what they think. 
  • I hope teens will eventually find a form of a Cosmic Rosetta Stone that will help us understand the languages of the Universe.  (The Rosetta Stone was found near Egypt’s city of Rosetta.  It had the same propaganda message about an ancient pharaoh carved in different languages.  One was Hieroglyphics, a dead language that no one living human could interpret.  Another was Greek.  By matching the two, someone figured out how to read the obsolete Egyptian language.)


Two final thoughts.

  • Many scientific studies are ‘proved’ by using the oddly constructed language of Mathematics and equations, where each side of the = or Equal Sign cancels out the other and the answer is 0 … zero.  Maybe that’s why people who believe in one theory assume other theories don’t add up.  Yet, nobody has shown that Albert Einstein’s E = mc2 is wrong.  It says Energy equals Mass … they are the same thing.  Go figure! 
  • Because I believe youth will figure out what we are missing … and to encourage them to do so … I have written, in language an eighth grader could understand, the following that provides more details.  It is fully illustrated and titled: THE SEARCH FOR ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TOE …THE LANGUAGES OF THE UNIVERSE …AND A UNIVERSAL ROSETTA STONE.


It is a challenge for teenagers.


Go to: https://documentcloud.adobe.com/link/track?uri=urn:aaid:scds:US:2228cea8-647e-4304-9fc9-cac63a08794f

Drafted January 22, 2022
George Kroloff
gmkroloff1@icloud.com