On the evening of August 30, 2018 I had the following dream:
I am seated in the back of a car. Eric Holder is in the front, in the passenger seat. He is holding papers. He tells me that the papers are a criminal indictment that was just handed down against Melania Trump. He explained that she had paid $50,000 for a pair of high-heel shoes. He said the heels of the shoes were 1/4 inches in excess of the federal maximum, a felony. I asked how long of a prison sentence she was looking at. He said, “Forty-five years.” I was shocked and said, “Forty-five years for a pair of shoes?” He said, “Yes.” I asked if Melania’s indictment would affect the investigations into President Trump. He said, “no.” And I thought: “If only there was some way to connect Melania’s felony to Trump.”
I can’t see any deep meaning in this dream, but I have a few thoughts.
I note the emphasis on numbers: $50,000 for the cost of the shoes; heels that were 1/4 inch too high; and a 45-year prison sentence.
The only event of the previous day that I can point to as pertinent is that earlier in the afternoon I had posted an item on my blog about my parents’ racism.
I forgot to mention in the post the following significant anecdote. In the summer of 1970, when I was 16 years old, my father took me to a Phillies game at Connie Mack Stadium, which was located in North Philadelphia, one of the more notorious minority neighborhoods in the city. The stadium was located at 21st and Lehigh Avenue. (Lehigh = high heel shoes?) That evening, my father got into a heated discussion with my mother about how blacks had ruined Philadelphia, how the city was so nice before they arrived after World War II, and how black people were very destructive. It was at that time that I thought: “I think he’s talking about me too.” I was the second of two children, born 6 years after my sister.
Incidentally, Eric Holder is a graduate of Columbia University and my father used to work at 6th & Columbia Avenue in North Philadelphia.
Then I think of the fact that I have been obsessed with Otto Klemperer’s recording of Beethoven’s ninth symphony — performed in 1970 (when I was 16). I find very moving the following passage: “Run, brothers, run your race!” sung by the famous black tenor, George Shirley.
Coincidentally, George Shirley was the first black tenor to sing at the Metropolitan Opera and Eric Holder was the first black Attorney General of the United States.