Farewell to a Good Mensch and Mentor
It is with deep and profound sadness that I say good-bye to the benefactor of this site, and one of my biggest fans: L.C. Jorgensen, Emeritus Professor of Sorts, known mostly to his friends as “Chuck.”
I first met Chuck when I returned to school after a 20-year hiatus to complete my degree, which I had now (again) changed to Political Science. Some of my classes were not “transferable” so I opted to take his U.S. History to rebuild my transcript. When I walked into class that night, there was a tall, elderly man, carrying a pipe and chatting with some friends. He opened the class with a somewhat off-color joke, which I thought was funny. Then he began humanizing our nation’s history in such a way I was able to grasp dates and details with more clarity than I had previously experienced.
“Okay, so somewhere in the 1850’s, there was a civil war in Germany … and these guys lost. Now, when you lose a civil war (pause) you gotta get out of town, so all these Germans came to the East Coast and settled it. That’s why you see all this German architecture… There were a lot of union organizers (in this group), who were a major influence in the birth the the American Labor Movement…”
In spite of having taken history throughout my education, in this instance I understood the animosity and resentment spawned by choosing a violent solution to a political problem. Prior to this moment, even at the age of 45, I only thought of wars as when they happened and who was involved. That’s probably because that was all I was ever tested on. Chuck’s class began my re-education in the ways of the world in a way I never would have imagined.
His Poli-Sci 101 was especially enlightening, as in my previous classes at another university, my instructors had been devout Marxists and doused me with what they (and I ) thought was a good understanding of communism and socialism as an alternate to our democratic/capitalist system. They made it sound like a Shangri-La where everyone shared the work and benefited from its rewards. There were no power-trips, parasites or hidden agendas.
Having been an important activist in LA politics during the 1960’s (Chuck was a co-founder of the Peace & Freedom Party), he spoke openly about how when some personalities were thrown in to the mix of political philosphies, theories and ideas, it didn’t always come out like the Me Generation had hoped. Mistakes were made and The Movement failed in several instances for several very human reasons. I was, and will always be emminently grateful for Chuck’s ability to provide me with a truly well-rounded, 360-degree perspective of what had really happened in the U.S. while I was coming of age.
During office hours one evening, he shared with me how he wanted to retire. I was dismayed at the thought of losing him from my life so soon after finding him, and replied selfishly “But you were going to be my mentor!” No doubt he was surprised. He eventually retired anyway, but took on his mantle of mentorship, supporting me in more ways than I can count (and bore you with).
Needless to say, Chuck supported me with letters of recommendations when I went after scholarships and applied to and was accepted UCLA. We worked together on The Millenial Files (www.mmmfiles.com), a website he established in the early 90’s, with an objective of providing evidence of global warming as well as solutions. Shortly after the blogging boom, we transitioned into www.mmmfiles.com/mmm. It was at that time he insisted I start my own site, which you are now reading. I’m not sure that I believe it, but he felt I was so bright and insightful I should have a space to share my observations with others. He was willing to put his money where his mouth was, and has funded the site since its inception, never editing or attempting to censor any of my writings. Praise and encouragement was all I ever received from him.
Last summer Chuck was diagnosed with lung cancer. When he told me, he said it was okay, and that he had lived a full life, which was more true for him than anyone I know. As a committed activist in the Sixties, he wholly embraced the Counter Culture, and organized and led demonstrations in support of civil rights, now known as social justice. He partied in Isla Vista, California, was a Merchant Marine and traveled to Eastern Europe. His two signs which traveled with him from West LA to Boise, Idaho say it all:
“I spent most of my money on wine, women and song. The rest I wasted,” and
“No whiners.”
Chuck lost his battle with cancer yesterday. This time I couldn’t change his mind with a question of who will mentor me. He did a really good job of “getting me” when others closer to me didn’t. I will miss him dearly. I already do.
Thanks, Buddy.