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Why They Are Coming And Why They Are Leaving

ICE is going away from Chicago! They didn’t like our winter rehearsal :), and now they want to return in March. Well, we can absolutely create a snowstorm in March!

I had a very disturbing conversation at work. One of my co-workers told us about his “buddy” who joined ICE. He was like “I just told him: don’t you dare to touch the kids,” but it didn’t seem like he was horrified with this confession. The rest of us were more disturbed, especially having two Latino co-workers present.

That first co-worker who mentioned his friend joining ICE, told us, that according to his friend, the pay was good, and he was getting three times more than otherwise (and if I recall correctly our earlier conversations, “otherwise” was police). So we are talking about three times of police pay, and also, they were getting 1.5K for each person arrested! No wonder they were snatching people off the streets! I went ahead with a speach about moral values, and others were like “how can he sleep at night?”

My Venesuelan co-worker, who voted for Trump, now uses each opportunity to tell me how much she regret it, and how instead of sending criminals out of the country, Trump is now detaining hard working good people, and my other co-workers do not even try to say something in opposition.

The Judge ordered to release most of people who were seized by ICE in Chicago.

And today was the first time in two months, that I saw a woman with a little girl tighed to her back, walking with a box of candies through the CTA car.

Absolutely Beautiful!

I didn’t know that Judge Sara Ellis recited Carl Sandburg’s “Chicago” poem at the court last week! That is so… beautiful!

Copying the article from the WBEZ website:


Carl Sandburg’s ‘Chicago’ poem finds fresh relevance in a city occupied by ICE

Known for praising the city with “big shoulders,” the beloved 1914 composition recently was recited in a ruling addressing federal immigration agents’ use of force. Literary scholars say they were “astounded” and “amazed.”

A judge’s decision to read a 111-year-old poem in court before curbing federal agents’ use of force in Chicago has brought fresh relevance to an iconic piece of local literature.

In a ruling addressing actions by federal immigration agents, U.S. District Judge Sara Ellis last week recited Carl Sandburg’s 1914 composition “Chicago,” known for praising the town’s working-class roots and coining the “City of the Big Shoulders” moniker.

Literary scholars marveled at Ellis’ decision to read the piece in its entirety.

“I was both astounded and mesmerized,” said Ivy Wilson, a Board of Visitors professor of English and American studies at Northwestern University.

Paris Review Poetry Editor Srikanth “Chicu” Reddy said he was “amazed.”

“To read a poem as part of a justification or a rationale for a judgment of this importance shows how art can express the complexities of what we’re living through in ways that maybe other forms of speech can’t,” said Reddy, also a professor of English and creative writing at the University of Chicago.

Ellis’ order placed further restrictions on the agents’ use of “riot control weapons” and certain restraint techniques against protesters and observers amid the Trump administration’s deportation campaign in Chicago.

Her inclusion of the poem struck a chord with locals, who have long regarded the work as an unofficial city anthem. The piece has been taught in classrooms, performed at poetry slams and recited by politicians, including former Mayor Rahm Emanuel. It has inspired a “Big Shoulders” comic series, and it is even painted on the facade of Damen Tavern in West Town.

But the poem is finding new resonance during the sustained U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement campaign in Chicago.

Ellis appeared to take inspiration from the piece’s interrogation of outsiders’ perceptions of Chicago. For example, Sandburg considers descriptions of the city as “wicked” and “crooked” alongside his view of the town as a place “with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.”

“This is a vibrant place, brimming with vitality and hope, striving to move forward from its complicated history,” Ellis said, juxtaposing her vision with the Trump administration’s portrayal, which she described as a city “in a vice hold of violence, ransacked by rioters and attacked by agitators.”

Reddy said Ellis’ comments were a fitting addendum to the piece.

“The poem reflects the complex messiness and energy and contradictions of Chicago,” he said. “And I think what the judge was saying was, this is a city, like any great American city, that has problems and a dynamic population that is debating and thinking and struggling to work through those problems. And at the same time, there are things we will resist in order to remain true to our values and our diversity.”

Born in Galesburg, Sandburg went on to become an influential poet, journalist and biographer. When the Pulitzer Prize winner moved to Chicago, he observed an economy driven by industrial workers. He then venerated the “hog butcher,” “tool maker” and “player with railroads” in the opening lines of “Chicago.”

While that first stanza is widely popular, Wilson said he is more drawn to Sandburg’s line about the city “building, breaking, rebuilding.” He interprets it as the ethos of working-class Americans, including those who came to the country both willingly and through forced labor.

“That notion is really the heart of not just how Sandburg is thinking about Chicago, but really the best of what we would call an American sensibility,” Wilson said. “And that American sensibility is not nativist, but it’s really built from the backs of immigrants, all of us as immigrants.”

Donald G. Evans, executive director of the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame, also described the poem as relevant to the current moment. He said Sandburg was known for his “compassion and humanity.”

“What we aspire to in the cultural community is to be like Carl Sandburg was: a person who believed in the people, and believed that everybody — from the bottom up — should have the same kind of respect and the same kind of support,” said Evans, who inducted Sandburg into the hall of fame in 2011.

“And that we should help all of our neighbors.”

The poem

Hog Butcher for the World,

   Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,

   Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;

   Stormy, husky, brawling,

   City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.

And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.

And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.

And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:

Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.

Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,

   Bareheaded,

   Shoveling,

   Wrecking,

   Planning,

   Building, breaking, rebuilding,

Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,

Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,

Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,

Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,

                   Laughing!

Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

Weekend With The Girls

Since we spent most of Friday waiting for the heater to be repaired, we didn’t go to the Navy Pier as we originally planned. However, the weather was great, so I insisted on going outside at least for a little bit.

Kira is great in spotting little things, like noticing this ladybug in the fallen leaves
Also, if it weren’t for Kira, I wouldn’t notice how beautiful the ginkgo yellow leaves are!
And I never paid attention to the ginkgo fruits
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Two Days Of Disasters

My plans for this first week back from Helsinki included some cultural and volunteering activities each day of the week. On some days, I had several to choose from, and I was doing my mental Tetris to fit in at least two things in one night.

On Wednesday, I was going to attend a concert, but I decided against it at the very last moment. I had zero time during the day to do anything except work, and the conference things began to pile up. Also, I knew that my upgraded phone and my new laptop had arrived, and I needed to start the transition.

When I returned home, I immediately noticed that it was a little bit colder than it should have been. Sometimes this happens when my Ecobee knows I am not at home, but it didn’t look like it was the case that time. I heard the HVAC working, but no heat was coming out of it. At first, I thought that I would wait till morning to call the service, but then I decided to leave them a message. It was already after 9 PM, and their AI assistant took my call. I told them that it could wait until morning, but asked them to leave a message for the staff.

On Thursday, I planned to work from home anyway. Since Anna was bringing the girls in the evening, and I was planning to attend a concert, I figured I would work from home, visit my mom during the lunch break, get the house ready, and then head to the concert. So at a glance, it was not a huge plan interruption. Except for when they called me at 7 AM, they said they only had afternoon appointments available, but they could put me on standby if someone canceled. I didn’t go to my mom because I was waiting, and finally, they called me after four to say that they were 45 minutes away.

I decided to visit my mom briefly, and messaged my neighbor that, most likely, I won’t be able to go to the concert. FInally, the repair person arrived and informed me that one really expansive part broke, and that he didn’t have it in his trunk, and hopefully tomorrow.

Theoretically, I still could go to the concert, but I was in a completely wrong mood for that, so I tried to do some more work and to get the house ready for the weekend. Things never break “on time,” but retrospectively, I was lucky that it was not too cold yet, so all of us didn’t get cold overnight. The bad part was that we couldn’t go anywhere far from the house, because the service was scheduled for “between 10 AM and 2 PM.” We went to the playground for a little bit, and returned home to wait for the repair. When a repair person arrived, they found one more problem and fixed it. It was great, but by then, it was already 2 PM so we couldn’t go to any of the museums.

In addition to this heater saga, my mom was upset that they were going to do a repair in her bathroom (do not ask me why she was upset about fixing things!), and there were several major issues at work.

However, today, four days later, I am glad that all of this ahppened when the outside temperature was 50F, not yesterday, when it was barely 30F with the wind making it feel even colder and several inches of snow overnight!

Christmas Time – Cookie Time!

It’s that time of the year again! It’s Christmas Cookie time! Same as last year, and as many years before, and hopefully many years to come: if you want my cookies this season, leave a comment or DM me! First fifteen from across the world/across all my social media, first twenty from the US, unlimited if you are in Chicagoland and can pick it up at my house (while supplies last :)). Unlimited Christmas Cards.

Come and bake/decorate with me Dec 6-7 or Dec 13-14.

About Political Situation In Chicago

The first thing I noticed when I returned to Chicago was that helicopters were gone! No more dreadful sounds day and night. Gone!

I might speculate that the government shutdown limited funds for helicopter raids, but I prefer to think that ICE simply does not have the time for that, as it is trying to defend itself in multiple lawsuits.

OMG, how much I love the people of my city! I worried when I observed the initial silence as a response to the Trump administration’s actions. It seemed like everyone was paralyzed by fear. I am so happy to see that everyone remembered that there is power in numbers, and 200,000 people can’t be put into custody. And I love that our governor is keeping his promise to fight Trump in court.

Just a couple of today’s examples: an ICE agent charged with drunk driving. I copied the whole article from Tribune, and note this part:

The Trump administration repeatedly has referred to drunken driving as a justifiable reason for non-citizens to be detained and deported


An Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent is facing drunken driving charges after police said his car jumped a curb and crashed into a hedgerow in the west suburbs.

Guillermo Diaz-Torres, 33, of Albuquerque, New Mexico, will be arraigned next month in DuPage County following a one-car crash in Oak Brook on Oct. 26. Police allege he failed several field-sobriety tests, including balancing, walking in a straight line and reciting the alphabet.

If convicted, Diaz-Torres could face penalties ranging from probation to up to a year in jail. Throughout its immigration crackdown, the Trump administration repeatedly has referred to drunken driving as a justifiable reason for non-citizens to be detained and deported.

Operation Midway Blitz — the U.S. Department of Homeland Security’s mass deportation effort in the Chicago area — was launched in honor of a young suburban woman who was killed by a man accused of driving drunk while being in the country without the legal paperwork.

According to police video obtained by the Tribune, Diaz-Torres told officers he had just finished working an 18-hour shift at the ICE holding facility in Broadview and was heading straight to his hotel in Lombard. Though it was nearly 2 a.m., and Broadview is less than 10 miles away, Diaz-Torres couldn’t account for his whereabouts during the roughly 90-minute period after his shift ended and said he didn’t know which direction he had traveled after work.

“I have no idea, sir,” he tells police on the video. “I’m not from here.”


One more:

A federal judge in Chicago today issued a sweeping injunction that puts more permanent restrictions on the use of force by immigration agents during “Operation Midway Blitz,” saying top government officials lied in their testimony about threats that protesters posed and that their unlawful behavior on the streets “shows no signs of stopping.”

“I find the government’s evidence to be simply not credible,” U.S. District Judge Sara Ellis said in an oral ruling from the bench, describing a litany of incidents over the past month and a half where citizens were tear-gassed “indiscriminately,” beaten and tackled by agents and struck in the face with pepper spray balls.


Also:

The Chicago Tribune and Chicago Public Media petitioned U.S. District Judge Sara Ellis to release the recordings, which were filed under seal as part of a lawsuit led by the Chicago Headline Club, a nonprofit journalism advocacy organization, and a consortium of other media groups. The journalism organizations allege federal immigration enforcement officials have systematically violated the constitutional rights of protesters and reporters during Trump’s mass deportation mission, which began in early September and shows no sign of slowing down.

I watched some of them! Thinking about whether to save them here for historical records! Let’s do just one for now:


We will continue to resist!

Lyric Opera

Second day back to Chicago, and it’s a really long day! Escorting before work, work, nail salon, meeting with a friend for a quick bite before the opera, and finally – a Lyric Opera performance: Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci – two operas in one evening. Now that it’s already way past 11 PM, I realized I made a mistake – I should have taken Uber back home. But it’s still warm outside, and I hopped on a bus just after I got out of Lyric, and I thought that I would be home before eleven. But then, I waited for a train at Lake for 15 minutes, and now we are stopped due to the police activity on Howard – do not ask why we are sitting at Thorndale!

OK, we started moving!

Anyway, it was awesome that my friend Elina could come with me, because she does not go to Lyric as often as I, and it is always great to share the joy of music, conversation and an intermission dessert at Florian 🙂

I Am Back

Back to Chicago, that resists. Back to my Lake. Back to being busy, getting up at 4:30 AM, and having a whole week of after-work activities.

Each time I am returning back from Finland, I promise myself to get six hours of sleep every night, and each time, it does not last for more than two days. I suspect, it will be the case again this time.

Recently, I read in one of the articles about aging, how important is it to get enough sleep, and that if you think that you need less than eigh hours, you are fooling yourself, and you should make an effort ti sleep longer, and that there is no such a thing as too much sleep.

For me, it defeats the whole point of living longer: I want to live longer, so that I can get more out of life, more experiences, more impressions. What’s the use of a long life if I would spend a bigger portion of it sleeping?!

Being Married In The USSR

When Igor and I decided to get married, there was no question that I would move in to live with him and his mother and stepfather. Having our own place was absolutely out of the question: as I mentioned earlier, the housing market didn’t exist, and only a very small fraction of people rented; the vast majority lived in their “given” apartments. I didn’t have a room of my own: I shared a room with my mother in the same gigantic apartment on Galernaya Street – my childhood apartment. Igor lived with his parents (as everyone did), but he had his own room, so I was supposed to move there.

That might explain the alarm of his parents: all of a sudden, they were getting a roommate. One thing we did a little bit differently: I said from the start that we would have our own household, meaning that we would cook separately and have our own budget. I was used to that situation because that’s how my mom and I lived in one apartment with my father’s relatives, but for Igor’s parents, it was something unheard of. To their credit, they didn’t make a big deal out of it.

Later I learned that they were absolutely sure that we rushed to get married because I was pregnant, and since I got pregnant shortly after the marriage (that’s what we wanted, or rather, I wanted and Igor agreed), they were still sure it was the case, and were surprised at the end. After our son was born, we overheard Igor’s mom saying to somebody over the phone: nine months and six days! That was the time between our marriage and the birth of Igor-junior.

Igor’s parents had a washing machine, which not everyone had at that time. What I learned, however, was that they used it in an interesting way: they would turn it on once a month or so, and do several washes. Since there was no custom of daily clothes changing, everything was worn for several days and required more than a quick rinse. Igor’s mom used to soak everything in the bathtub before washing. The soaking could take a couple of days, and during this time, it was not possible to take a shower 😂. I was alarmed only the first time, but later I got used to the situation.

A more challenging thing was that Igor’s mom had almost all of his clothes in this dirty laundry pile just before our wedding, and then she got upset with him. I forgot about what, and she pulled all of his dirty laundry out of the big pile and handed it to me; now, I was in charge.

Needless to say, I found it absolutely normal. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that it was very difficult to hand-wash the clothes, which stayed in a dirty pile for weeks. I spent a long time scrubbing the dirty shirt collars, and fortunately, I never had to do it again, since I washed everything right away.

The only chores we did together with Igor were shopping, at least sometimes. I was doing cooking, dishes, laundry, and ironing. I didn’t think something was wrong with that: that’s what all wives were doing, it was normal, expected, and was a source of pride: I am a good wife, and I can “serve” my husband well.

It was all fine during the first six months of our marriage because I had just a few classes left in the University, and was finalizing my thesis, so I could focus on “being a wife.” I still worked on some tasks Boris gave me, but it was far from being “full-time employed.” Later, when I started working, things became more challenging.

My historical posts are being published in random order. Please refer to the page Hettie’s timeline to find where exactly each post belongs and what was before and after.

Palatine Protests

Igor told me about Palatine protests and showed his photos, and it was only later that I saw the news about the incident that prompted the anti-police rally. The news cited “about 20 people,” but since I already saw Igor’s photos, I knew there were way more people.

I am really proud of Palatine’s community, and I feel that our family contributed our small part to Palatine being vocal about any injustices.

Below is Igor’s article from Journal and Topics about the rally, and I think it explains everything perfectly. My Palatine friends, you rock!

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