I didn't know this for sure until I got a letter from Gail Stewart (his daughter) today, thanking me for a copy of my book "Clay in the Potter's Hands," but Dave died in 2019. Preceded in 2017 by his dear wife Nyva.
Guess I have a lump in my throat as I amend my Christmas List address book. At least I now have Gail's address. And gosh, she's a grandma!
We are all going to die. I feel somewhat sad that there is so much delusion amongst the younger people, so much ignorance of what the USSR was really about, what socialism really is, what damage censorship and political correctness can do--whether from the right or the left. We had McCarthyism in the 50's where there was fear of "Reds under the bed." Now we have the "omission" of many episodes of JAG on Amazon Prime Video because they didn't like the politics expressed. Or missing posts in Facebook. Or listing President Bush as an example of a jingoist if you Google "jingoism." But what can I do about it? I'm just a very well-educated old woman who could write a book--but then it wouldn't be published, would it? I hope this post isn't taken down...
I am glad the Stewarts didn't face COVID-19 or the bizarre world panic, the co-opting of a true pandemic for political purposes, or the rebranding of patriotism as jingoism.
I'm glad that Renoir's Testament can still be found and read. Even if only in French, except for Marguerite's translation. It's a remarkably refreshing and urgent plea for honesty and integrity in art.
I suppose I should plug my book now, "Clay in the Potter's Hands." If you are an artist or desire to be something that your parents don't care for, you should read it. It's on Amazon, & comes in a Paperback version and also a Kindle version.
I hope that the youngest generation will go, "wait a minute..." and reject all the bullpucky that's been building for the last, oh, ten years. I hope. And pray.
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