Mark Rudd and The Weather Underground

http://www.examiner.com/x-13438-Boston-Indie-Movie-Examiner~y2009m7d20-Mark-Rudd-and-The-Weather-Underground

July 20, 2009
by Joel Bocko

Microphone in hand, impatiently trailing the wire behind him as he 
paced at the front of the old theater with about forty people 
gathered before him, Mark Rudd emphatically, if a tad regretfully, 
declared that he was not a "revolutionary." At least not any more. On 
Saturday, June 18th, the Music Hall in Portsmouth, NH held a seminar 
as part of the Maine Film Festival entitled "A New Century - A New 
Activism." The talk began before the screening of The Weather 
Underground (a 2002 documentary about the radical left-wing group 
Rudd belonged to in the 1960s and 1970s) but spilled over into a 
post-film discussion as well.

Rudd could talk up a storm when he wanted to (he prefaced a response 
to a Columbia University question by jokingly asking if the 
questioner wanted the "5, 10, or 20-minute version"; his detailed 
analysis of the protests he led there in 1968 went on for at least 
ten). However, he made an effort, and ultimately a successful one, to 
open the event up to the audience members, and soon a spirited 
back-and-forth was initiated.

Nonetheless, Rudd himself remained at the center of the conversation, 
grinning encouragingly when he agreed with a speaker's point, 
patiently but assuredly responding to challenges (of which there were 
a few), and taking the lead in posing questions and speculations - 
without necessarily supplying the answers. It was not hard to see in 
him the teacher he has become (he instructs mathematics at a 
community college in New Mexico) and at times difficult to detect any 
traces of the fiery, scowling twentysomething he had once been, an 
angry young man on display in The Weather Underground.

Rudd is now sixty-two, with a thick beard and a full head 
(ironically, given the comb-over style he wore as a young man) of 
white hair, his build far bulkier than in his slight student days 
(not to mention his years as a fugitive from justice, when his weight 
dropped down to starvation levels). His scowl has been replaced by a 
beaming countenance, the nasally rasp of his youth deepened into a 
professorial baritone. Yet the physical changes are the least of his 
many transformations.

Not only did Rudd cast aside his "revolutionary" credentials, he 
warned his audience that "this is not a heroic story." He was 
speaking not only of the film to be screened, but a book he had just 
written, Underground, a memoir whose perspective he described as, "I 
and my friends made a lot of mistakes. Big ones." One of the biggest, 
Rudd asserted, was the abandonment of old, solid, rich organizational 
methods for a more a violent, isolated path, characterized by 
romantically militant but ultimately suicidal guerrilla rhetoric and tactics.

In 1969, Rudd helped dismantle Students for a Democratic Society, the 
organization which had initiated him (along with much of his 
generation) into activism; he formed the Weathermen, later 
re-tailored as the Weather Underground, in its place. Devoted to the 
violent overthrow of the U.S. government, one faction of the group 
(which Rudd and most other surviving members of the group deny 
knowledge of) built a bomb intended to maim and kill civilians. 
"Tragically but fortuitously," as Rudd wrote it in a recent essay, 
the bomb detonated prematurely, blowing up the Greenwich Village 
townhouse in which it was constructed, and killing several Weather 
radicals who were working on it.

After that, the group (which quickly went "underground," giving up 
their identities to avoid government detection) forswore violence 
directed against people, and focused on destroying property and 
issuing manifestos. For a time, the Weather Underground continued to 
grab headlines, but by the early seventies, youth radicalism was 
already on the wane. In the film, Rudd recalls sitting on a park 
bench during his years underground, reading a newspaper and realizing 
the absurdity of his situation: a prominent activist, a student at 
one of the top schools in the country, he is now reduced to working 
odd jobs and dodging police. Eventually he surfaced in 1977, avoided 
any serious charges, and settled down to a life of teaching, while 
occasionally speaking and writing on the tangled history he participated in.

In the discussion at the Music Hall, Rudd actually didn't talk much 
about the Weather years, letting the film itself cover that period. 
Instead, following his excited recounting of the Columbia strike, he 
attempted to capitalize on the "New" in the seminar's title - albeit 
with a twist, since many of the new forms he hoped activism would 
attempt were in fact old ones (which had been abandoned since the 
sixties). Yet in many ways he did keep the discussion up to date; 
most notably and surprisingly, by singing the praise of a man 
significantly less antiwar and left-wing than Rudd himself.

"Obama is for real," Rudd proclaimed proudly. "The consciousness of 
this individual is very, very high...in fact, if you read one book, 
don't make it mine. Make it Dreams of My Father!" Acknowledging 
Barack Obama's defense of the war in Afghanistan and tepid withdrawal 
from Iraq, Rudd claimed that the president was a "prisoner of the 
military-industrial complex," but that the administration gave the 
antiwar movement "an opening" which was not present during the Bush 
years. In fact, on the subject of Obama's election, and the mass 
youth involvement which coalesced around the young candidate, Rudd 
gushed, "This is the greatest thing that's ever happened in my lifetime!"

Overall, Rudd struck a note of optimism - even of cheerfulness, quite 
different from the somber aura he exudes in The Weather Underground. 
There he also criticizes his past, but from a more somber, chastened 
perspective (the interview was conducted ten years ago). Rudd closes 
the film with the statement, "These are things I am not proud of, and 
I find it hard to speak publicly about them and to tease out what was 
right from what was wrong. I think that part of the Weatherman 
phenomenon that was right was our understanding of what the position 
of the United States is in the world. It was this knowledge that we 
just couldn't handle; it was too big. We didn't know what to do. In a 
way I still don't know what to do with this knowledge. I don't know 
what needs to be done now, and it's still eating away at me just as 
it did 30 years ago."

On this particular day, however, Rudd seemed to have stronger ideas 
about what to do with his knowledge (facilitate mass movements based 
on personal connections and older organizational models; use the 
openness of the Obama White House to activists' advantage; advocate a 
turn away from unilateral war and toward international law - 
ironically, as he acknowledged, given his own past as an outspoken 
outlaw). He even had a suggestion of what his - and his generation's 
role - could be in this new era, delivered with a grin and a bit of a wink.

Rudd told one woman - about the same age as him, and extolling the 
virtues of the newly involved youth - that he would like to see baby 
boomers form "a self-immolation brigade." He continued, to 
appreciative chuckles, "We could provide martyrs for the cause and 
get ourselves out of the way at the same time." But before the 
dialogue got too self-deprecating, Rudd revealed a bit of the old 
determination. "My mother's ninety-seven," he paused to acknowledge, 
his expression wry and a youthful gleam in his eye. "So I may be 
around for a while yet..."

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