Protests are ingrained in my memory. I’ve marched for civil rights, the end to violence and war, and the rights of workers. It has never made an enduring difference. Not in more than 50 years.

Laws have been passed, but enactment has always been lax. New regulations have been passed that seemed designed to undermine the intent of prior acts. Reversals of oversight have led to more inequity along with loss of basic rights. If this time is different, I’ll be pleasantly surprised.

The pain to come
Nothing will be easier than it has been in the past. Cities will wrestle with budget allocations and entrenched union interests. Minority communities will expect to see change that may take years. Businesses will struggle to balance the cost of labor and community investment with the expectation to return the greatest profit to investors.

To date, there have been a lot of mea culpa statements. Of vows to recognize the promise at the end of the Pledge of Allegiance so that no one will want to “take a knee” — “with liberty and justice for all.”

Yet the leaderhip vacuum in Washington — at both ends of Pennsylvania Avenue — continues to suck all the air from our lungs. Lobbyists have learned to relax as hard-won protections of our health, the environment, and our earning power have been rolled back or ignored. The divide remains clear to any partisan, no matter where they live: those who seek to expand the divide between Americans remain steadfastly opposed to those who hope to unify the country through equal protection, equal rights, and equal opportunity.

Government alone cannot fix this. Business has a real role to play.

The best interests of business
Until the 1980s, corporations often had summer and school-year internship programs for students, offering high school and college kids a chance to get a sense of what it’s like to work in engineering or finance or manufacturing or the arts. As the business community began to believe that Gordon Gekko was right — that “greed is good” — those programs disappeared. It’s time to bring them back; to give opportunities to young men and women in the communities in which corporations are either headquartered or have branch offices.

It’s time to make a shift in things that businesses get to deduct. Investments in community redevelopment, in education programs, in diversity training and practice, and in efforts to reduce a firm’s harmful environmental processes all pass muster. What should not be deductible (as a marketing or business expense) is the payment of tens of millions of dollars to name a major league sports stadium.

It’s time for doing more than improving wages. Training programs have to expand, giving entry level workers the chance to move up in the organization (even if it’s from porter to chef or field hand to combine driver or loading dock worker to operations manager). Companies have to recognize the shift in essential skills and offer educational programs to workers who want to acquire them… rather than passing over current employees and hiring people who already have them.

It’s time to reach out to inner cities and pockets of poverty everywhere, offering support to schools, community centers, after-school programs, and municipal programs that provide housing and healthcare. When people are secure, their work productivity goes up exponentially, and that lowers the effective cost of labor.

Invested in incomplete solutions
It’s time to confront the “pharmaceutical medical complex” that makes treatment unaffordable, puts more effort into treatment than cures, and doesn’t have a focus on outcomes. When businesses object to paying premiums or workers can’t afford to pay their share, the businesses will suffer, as well as the employees. Sick employees are non-productive employees, and sick employees who can’t afford to take or don’t get sick days  and, as a result, go to work only risk sickening co-workers. In the age of COVID-19, that’s potentially lethal.

It’s time to consider diversity broadly. It isn’t confined to minority communities, to people of color, or to gender. It applies to age, as well. A workforce that’s all under 40, regardless of its race and gender and cultural diversity, isn’t truly reflective of the nation.  

It’s time to decriminalize race, reorganize police departments (and modify the training that their officers receive), and shift money from reaction to prevention. Put more cops into communities they live in where they have a vested interest in stability and safety. Put them on foot so they can visit local businesses and meet the proprietors and customers. Accelerate the process for examining improper behavior and eliminate protections that shield offending officers whose actions would put anybody else behind bars.

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but
It’s time to start telling the truth. Not the partisan version that serves a political purpose. The kind that  offers bad news (so that people understand situations completely), that offers good news that gives them a reason to hope, that acknowledges that abusive behavior that shows up on cellphone videos is real, and that admits when things are murky and the answers aren’t clear or consistent. Lying for advantage disadvantages everyone with possibly disastrous effects.

And it’s time to expand the Truth in Advertising statutes to apply to politicians and elected officials. If consumer packaged goods manufacturers and drug makers and car brands can’t make claims that are untrue or could, potentially, cause harm to consumers, false claims and outright lies can’t be a part of a political campaign. They, too, can cause harm to the voters’ best interests and change government of, by, and for the people into the very tyranny that America was founded to prevent.

I am not a fan of podcasts. At least not the business-focused variety. That may seem odd for someone whose father is in the Radio Hall of Fame, but it's not. Radio understands the value of editing - of extracting the most cogent information and fitting it to time. Informational podcasts, too often, don't do that.

They can meander for a seeming eternity, putting the burden on the listener to extract the most relevant content. (If moderators were more skillful, they might keep their guests on track, but most, well, aren't... and don't.) Even in lockdown, I don't have an hour to devote to streams of unfocused babble.

So when I read this morning's edition of the Inside Security emailed newsletter, this stood out: "Every Wednesday, I summarize a podcast about cybersecurity so you can read it in about ten minutes or less."

How refreshing. With a journalist's judgment and an editor's skill, any podcast offering business-related advice, insights, and current information can probably be reduced to ten minutes or less.

Of course, when so many business podcasts seem to involve turning the mic on at the start, turning it off when the time runs out, and posting the recording online, that's an effort that podcasters don't seem to want to make.

When a lunatic is running the asylum, the inmates think the sane are deranged. Welcome to Trump 2.0.

This version is the buggy response to all the problems that he’s never been able to solve — running businesses that don’t have a permanent seat in the bankruptcy court, avoiding indiscretion with women who are not Mrs. Trump, taking on challenges that force him to do real work, and forming a simple declarative sentence that a) makes sense and b) isn’t immediately contradicted by the next blur of nonsense he utters.

We are, for the moment at least, “led” by a man who will gladly share whatever misperceptions he might have, won’t listen or defer to actual experts, refuses to accept responsibility, and won’t consider people’s safety if it interferes with profit. While some are content to describe him as a narcissist, which few would contest, he’s better defined as a mumpsimus, which is a great deal more dangerous.

The press seems to have found its courage lately, challenging his unsupported statements. His response is to call them rude or not nice… without responding to their questions. Even novice politicians can provide direct answers, even though they may not be appropriate to the questions being asked. But they don’t resort to insults.

Our Grand Poobah of Nincompoopery can attack, but he can’t parry. He can call people names that are demeaning but cannot endure being labeled anything unflattering. To call him shallow is an insult to the depth of a droplet. To assert that he’s petty makes spare cash look like a fortune. And to suggest that he’s the leader of the free world makes slaves of us all.

We used to be the model for the world. We did things bigger and better than anyone else. We invented, improved, inspired, and imagined — what other nations everywhere aspired to.

Now, we’re getting face masks and respirators from Asia as we ratchet up the number of infected individuals. We no longer serve as the world’s disaster safety net; we can’t provide a net of our own.

Instead, we are told about how well things are going, how quickly we’ll recover, and how everybody acted just as soon as they were warned about the threat. We were lied to.

Are we still the greatest country in the world? Aaron Sorkin had an answer several years ago and put it in the voice of Will McAvoy on “The Newsroom."

No one is to blame for COVID-19. Maybe the bat in Wuhan that, supposedly, started it all but not, as some have claimed, George Soros or Asian operatives who are hell-bent on destroying America.

Yet many in this country are to blame for the spread of the disease, both in Washington D.C., on the air, and in communities nationwide. Even Forrest Gump understood that "stupid is as stupid does," but too many Americans, faced with the inconvenience created by a global pandemic, see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear.

America hasn't faced a common enemy since the '40s. Eighty years ago, we sacrificed, rationed, lent a hand to our neighbors, and got through it. Now, after decades of nearly uninterrupted prosperity, an unflattering self-preservational selfishness rapidly revealed itself once people started thinking they were vulnerable.

People flocked to markets in droves (ignorning social distancing entirely) to stock up on food -- not enough to see them through two weeks of self-quarantine but to hold them for months. The implication is that no one will forgo the oversized portions that have made the majority of the country obese. And God forbid that anyone should miss a meal.

The good and very bad news is that, in some towns, the lines outside of grocery stores were shorter than the lines in front of gun shops. Gotta keep marauders away from all those rolls of toilet paper.

It makes one wonder. Why would anybody need that much TP? Perhaps Americans really are full of....

I tried to buy a few things at the market today. Few is the relevant word.

That’s because the shelves in the stores that I managed to enter — two of the four had cars queued in the parking lot waiting for space, so I couldn’t go in — were almost totally bare. It was a scene out of Life magazine at the height of the Cold War, showing rows of empty shelves in stores in Moscow.

The pandemic panic has its grips on the country. Despite the official advice to have two weeks of essentials — to tide you over if you have to self-quarantine — this looked as if everyone expected the zombie apocalypse and needed to stock up for months, if not longer.

If there’s a message in this, it isn’t subtle. It’s “as long as I get mine, who gives a damn if you get yours.” It might be self-preservational, but it’s selfish, plain and simple.

Things in people’s baskets overflowed. It wasn’t just food and supplies to tide them over. It was food and supplies to ensure they wouldn’t give up a thing — not the size of their portions or a meal or the volume of hand sanitizer that they planned to slather on.

Sacrifice to aid the common good seems as alien as Washington’s embrace of reality. If Americans had been this way in 1941, it’s possible that our common language now would be German.

With so many Americans likely to suffer as jobs disappear and supplies of essential goods drop with them, the attitude of the shoppers I encountered today is contemptible. It was, also, a little dimwitted: anyone afraid of infection should not be mingling in crowds. You don’t know where they’ve been.

Humans trace their lineage to a site in Tanzania where, millions of years ago, the first hominids appeared in the Olduvai Gorge.

My own history is an infinitessimal portion of that timeline, but the business world seems to think that I am just as old as any of the Leakeys’ fossils.

According to my physician, the tests from my annual physical this year suggest that I’m about 23… and an elite athlete. Those tests aren’t wrong. They’re just not right. Not in absolute, calendar terms.

The gap years
Yet, as far as hiring managers are concerned, I’m C.U. — Chronologically Undesirable. Of course, before they see me, they adore me. In written correspondence, proposals sent online, and phone conversations, I’m exactly what they’re looking for. I understand their business inside out, some have claimed, and they need to take advantage of my insights right away.

As soon as I walk in the office, however, or they look me up online and see a photograph, they’ve suddenly “decided to go in another direction” (I’ve heard southwest is nice) or “put the position on hold” (until they find somebody younger) or “feel that the chemistry wouldn’t be right” (which might make sense if the business made drugs). No one dares to say what they mean: “You’re old.”

That fact can’t be denied. But that doesn’t mean I’m dead or out of touch with current trends or technologies. As J. M. Barrie wrote, “I’m not young enough to know everything,” but my younger peers (or non-peers, in their estimation) feel that they do. But they don’t.

The knowledge gap
For instance…. In advertising, the lust for youth seems never ending. Older creatives either open their own shops or get forced out. They’re seen as incapable of appealing to families, kids, and making products that they use appear essential. However, those same young writers and designers and account execs are given assignments for Depends and geriatric pharmaceuticals and retirement plans and other products used by people over 50.

Those accounts involve products and services that younger people haven’t ever used and probably won’t for decades. The over-50 folk, though, have raised families, put kids through college, paid for weddings, taken everybody on vacations in the same kinds of cars, eaten in the same types of restaurants, bought the same food, and now may have grandchildren who keep them in touch with the latest in fashion, fears, jargon, sports, and what they like and hate the most in school.

A gaping discrepancy
So who really has the background and resources to handle current businessplace needs? Who’s really in favor diversity when different genders and races are acceptable but people in different age groups are not? Who’s got problems managing people when those people are older? Who’s afraid of hiring people who might (just perhaps) be smarter than they are when the whole skill of management is finding people who do what they do better than you do what they do… and then letting them do it?

Yeah, there’s a chasm. An older guy gorge. And when today’s young people, in a world of robotics and AI, find they’re in it, I’ll be glad that I won’t be around to hear them complain.

Early voting is a wonderful bad idea. The convenience is unmistakable, but the surprises can be very alarming.

For the first time, early voting was an option in The Golden State. Calfornians had just over a week, including weekends, to find a “station” and cast their ballots, and I was among them. I left feeling positive — about the process and my votes — and went home full of 21st Century, modernist pride. Then I heard.

My candidate dropped out of the race. What? On the eve of Super Tuesday? Before the big numbers came in? I was horrified. My vote had been wasted (for that office, at least). And voting doesn’t let you have do-overs.

The best laid plans
In a sense, I felt betrayed. My choice wasn’t someone who’d been hanging by a funding thread for weeks. Not someone who ignored the inevitable. My candidate had strengthened every week of the campaign, had earned the respect of every pundit, and was poised to make a difference. I thought.

Politics has always been an endless stream of negotiated/compromised agreements. Or it was until Newt Gingrich was the Speaker of the House. His take-no-prisoners approach was both intransigent and frequently insulting to opponents. He was the perfect precursor for the current Name Caller in Chief, and he served to foreshadow the Tea Party mantra of no compromise.

His successor in both substance and style is Kentucky’s senior senator, a man with no neck; his flesh goes directly from his chin to his chest in uninterrupted wattle. He has raised legislative obstruction to the status of immovable object, all in service to the Incredible Bulk who sits behind the Resolute Desk. The two of them, aided and abetted by others in their party, made Republican early voting an extinction event — by eliminating primaries in states that might run a Republican challenger to The Don, they made certain that their Chosen One would face no opposition. At least, not from inside. God only knows what they’re planning to do from outside.

A cautionary tale
But for Democrats, at least this time around, I have a humble suggestion: don’t cast your vote until you know who’s in the running: unlike at the racetrack, you do not get your bet back when your candidate is scratched.

The only people who go to see museum exteriors are architects hired by other museums - museums that want to have something as distinctive (or galling) to brag about. In the commonest vernacular, it's a dick thing.

Yet regular people who go to museums want to see what's inside. That's the whole point. And the less there is, the more one can quote Gertrude Stein and say, "There is no 'there' there." Which is what's likely to happen at LACMA if the current plans are followed. Put simply, that's a very bad idea.

The Marquis Façade
For years now, every city has wanted to have its own Gehry. How unfortunate. His buildings don't exist to be functional, just unmistakably his. It's the ego of an architect who thinks that he's a sculptor (which proves that delusion can sometimes find patrons among the wealthy who have much, much more money than judgment or taste). The LACMA blob is director Michael Govan's attempt to declare he's independent: he doesn't want another awkward, jaggy Gehry monsterpiece; he wants his own amoeba that will cover Wilshire Boulevard (if that's still in the plans) like an oozing infection.

It's what's inside that counts
Angelenos shouldn't stand for it. And the Board of Supervisors should be forced to take Art History or Art Appreciation or simply Economics 101 to realize how much is being squandered: the money to construct the formless fortress of squalitude and the loss of so much space to show the treasures in the LACMA collection (which is already a mere fraction of its overall holdings).

The Getty might be somewhat monolithic, but it's private. The richest museum on earth can do whatever it wants with its assets. But it keeps things moving constantly to make the most of gallery wall space. That won't be the case with the Zumthor thing.

Exhibits would have to change daily, and visitors would have to bring cots to sleep inside the museum for a month to see a fraction of what LACMA possesses. (And somebody can claim that all those people are an art installation.)

So leave the damn museum alone, and spend all those millions on doing what museums always claim that they can't afford to do: buy more art.

Politics has no empty closets. There's a skeleton inside every one.

Anyone who opens the door to an opponent's has to know that any contents of their own will be revealed in due course. The differences exist in whether what's discovered is acknowledged and atoned for and then sent to its grave; or defended, though the ethics of society evolved.

The former can press on. The latter will turn quickly to dust.

Yet every campaign in every nation seems to think that one will not beget the other — that dragging out secrets will not have a correlative effect. Such thinking shows what’s either feeblemindedness or the rampant self-delusionment of ego-driven idiocy. Neither is good.

Yet voters seem immune to revelations that besmirch their chosen candidate. At least, they do these days. A change of heart or mind is seen as weakness. That is totally and rationally wrong.

The ability to face up to facts and apply them to prior conclusions is a sign of intelligent thought. And the willingness to acknowledge that the new information is persuasive (and verifiable) enough to reach a different opinion takes strength.

It’s not the courage of one’s convictions that matters. It’s the ability to face up to the past. And then change.