Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Sanctuary Honored By New America Media Award

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Nezua speaks for all of us over at The Sanctuary:

We are happy to announce that The Sanctuary (ProMigrant.Org) will be receiving an award that, in 2006, Hillary Rodham Clinton described as "the equivalent of the “Pulitzer Prize" for journalism (including New Media of course) in ethnic media! I leave it to politicians wielding impressive phraseology for various reasons to convince you that the award is quite that important, but nonetheless. We are very proud to be recognized for the work we do at our little human rights agenda community.

I will be in Atlanta, Georgia for the NAM National Ethnic Media Expo & Awards event June 3 -5 to receive this award on behalf of my compas and separately, to do some talking on New Media as I've learned to use it and think of it.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Music — Sa Dingding

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The Luis Ramirez Murder: A Logical Step in the Process of Establishing a Subhuman Class

[ Over at The Sanctuary, we've been working on a joint editorial position piece about the Luis Ramirez murder since last week. We posted it this morning. Please go over there to read the full post. ]

Three things immediately shock the conscious soul upon learning about the murder of Luis Ramirez. The simple manner in which he died is the first of those.

Ramirez, a father of three, was beaten to death in the streets of Pennsylvania by as many as seven young men who were at the end of a night of drinking. The motive? Judging by the slurs heaped upon him along with the many blows to his body: apparently nothing more than being out at night while Mexican. The teens who ganged up on Ramirez came upon him walking with a young woman, reportedly his girlfriend's sister. Obviously bringing threat, they asked him what he was doing out at that time of day. Then they set upon him. In the end it was a final hard kick to the skull which left the 25-year-old father convulsing on the concrete with fatal brain damage.

The police arrived shortly after the attack but rather than jump into hot pursuit of the white criminals, they chose instead to search Latino eyewitnesses for weapons, claiming that following the guilty parties simply wasn't their "priority." Ramirez's attackers weren't arrested for another two weeks, even though eyewitnesses at the scene knew who they were without a doubt.

[ Read the whole thing ]

Friday, May 08, 2009

Music — Angela Aki, "Knockin' on Heaven's Door"

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Monakewego

Greenwich point

[ aka Greenwich Point ]

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Photos — Onset of Spring

Spring meadow

Surface stream

Forest floor

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Whiteness Problem

The backhanded boycott of the historic UN anti-racism conference in Geneva by mostly-white diplomats from Western nations, whose fortunes just happen to stand upon centuries of white supremacist colonialism, slavery, and imperialism, is farcical on its face. The story being peddled is that the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Italy, Poland, and the Czech Republic are sitting out Durban II because of the sheer scandalousness posed by the singular figure of Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad delivering another one of his branded ahistorical anti-Zionist tirades. I don't buy that story; in my world, simply swallowing the line that's being peddled by political hacks and fake news outlets is called being a sucker.

Without question, Ahmadinejad's twisted vision of omnipresent Jewish imperialism is unsound and indeed dangerous. But does it really make sense to pretend that one politician of dubious power, among thousands of conference attendees and hundreds of nations, is some dark overlord whose words carry the weight of the world? Of course not. This is not a tenable diplomatic position: Well, we were thinking about working with y'all to stop genocide but this asshole Ahmadinejad is gonna be there so we'll pass. In fact, if one wanted to denounce anti-Semitism, you know what would be a really good place to do that? How about a global anti-racism conference? Norway’s foreign minister Jonas Gahr Støre said in his speech before the assembly: "We who have made a point of defending freedom of expression cannot opt for non-attendance as a strategy, leaving the floor to precisely those who hold opposite views. We will not surrender the floor of the United Nations to the extremists. The President of Iran has just exercised that human right. He did so, I believe, in a way that threatens the very focus of this conference." See? It's called firing back from the same podium. You're allowed to do that at UN gatherings. You can crush flimsy arguments with strong substantial ones. That's how debate and dialogue work.

I think it's pretty clear that certain countries were looking for an excuse not to participate and ended up thanking their lucky stars that Mahmoud came along to provide a useful caricature in their diplomatic charade. Why would white-majority countries such as the US, Germany, and Australia want to avoid an international conference aimed at ending racism? Hmm, let's think this one through, shall we? Okay I'm done, how'd you do? Here we go: People who benefit from racism generally do not want to talk about racism. That's like asking bankers to talk about ponzi schemes and money laundering. It's like asking a drug warlord to talk about processing facilities and smuggling routes. It's like asking a system administrator for the superuser password and hidden directory structure. It's not gonna happen.

What about Obama? you ask. How can you accuse a black president of not wanting to end racism? Easily: Obama may personally, deep in his own liberal Kansas-Kenyan heart, want to end racism, but he no longer acts as Barack the individual; he acts as president of a country that has neither vanquished, nor even seriously grappled with, its genocidal racist foundations. Obama's election as the first African American president does not indicate a "post racial" US politics any more than Benazir Bhutto's election in 1988 indicated that sexism had been defeated in Pakistan. No serious person would make such a contention. Obama's decision to boycott Durban II is right in line with the overall political style which got him elected in the first place. He's very cautious with white America and goes out of his way to avoid getting pegged as an Angry Black Man. He must always speak with calm Socratic eloquence, must always keep his hair tightly trimmed, and must never exhibit excessive physical passion by, say, swinging his hips while dancing. And who can blame him? The Oval Office isn't exactly ready for natty dreads, and he's a politician. His job isn't to smash the constraints of mainstream US politics but rather to work within them. I suspect he would actually agree with this statement.

My job, however, is to smash. I'm a sledgehammer polemicist, not a politician. I don't craft cautious soundbites which ride fine demographic slivers into feel-good crescendos. I'd rather bluntly point out that mainstream racial discourse in the US is violently truncated to the point of purposeful meaninglessness. Fake news bobbleheads and self-congratulatory liberals reduce racism to a matter of personal virtue on the one hand and unhinged hate on the other. Which isn't what I'm talking about when I talk about racism. Certainly right-wing hate groups are a real and urgent problem in this country, but for me at least, the chances of having a physical run-in with such groups on any given day are relatively low compared with the certainty of dealing with the less-visible racism built into liberal assumptions and socio-economic institutions. When I talk about racism, I'm talking about the shape of power and inequality embedded in the structures of the world; embedded in culture, geopolitics, language, worldview; embedded in liberal imperialism and the aid-industrial-complex; embedded in corporatist neo-colonialism — one of racism's crowning achievements for the sheer audacity of its dizzying mansion of derivative mirrors — whose systemic maldistribution and aggressive exploitation funnels wealth out of brown countries, into an elite class of white-dominated supra-national entities, resulting in mass deprivation and destruction in countless communities of color.

What's notable to me about Durban II is that many nations populated overwhelmingly by people of color appear to be increasingly assertive and effective in organizing on the world stage to defend their human rights against a litany of systemic onslaughts; yet a handful of powerful holdouts remain fixated on discrediting and sabotaging such efforts in favor of status quo inequality. To my mind, the boycott provides a handy illustration that the great problem of the 21st century is the whiteness problem. Obviously I'm perilously paraphrasing the well-worn centennial declaration by the iconic anti-racist W.E.B. DuBois, and I've tweaked the saying to suit my purpose of the moment, which is to shift the focus from a battle line to a warring state. Because when we talk about the color line, when we talk about racism, the fundamental causal problem we're really talking about is whiteness.

Needless to say, whiteness is not genetic; it's socialized, not inherited; though ironically, whiteness deploys a pseudo-genetic basis in its contempt for The Other. Whiteness is a socio-political construct and a fluid strategic ideology of power which has only existed for the past 5 centuries or so, during the era of racist globalization and colonialism. When I talk about the whiteness problem, I'm not necessarily talking about white people, I'm talking about whiteness. I'm saying that whiteness is a disturbingly unifying thread you can find running through many of the great problems of our time: environmental destruction, the war racket, famine, human migrations, curable yet untreated disease. Attempts to address any of these issues are severely hindered by whiteness; that is, by the existential drive of a global elite, profoundly informed by whiteness, to live in dominion over, rather than harmony with, humanity and nature. Indeed, lately I've begun to see whiteness as a cognitive trauma which shuts down sections of a child's perceptual body, enabling an entire slew of normative dehumanizing maneuvers to occur without self-awareness. All of us who have been socialized in racist society have to some extent absorbed the trauma of whiteness; though obviously, quite a few people come to realize that it's in their liberatory self-interest to interrogate and extract such socialization from their psyches.

Coming back to the conference in Geneva, nothing could be more representative of whiteness than to impose political preconditions and speech rules on brown folks before even agreeing to engage in anti-racist dialogue. Then boycotting or stomping out in a huff when those conditions aren't properly satisfied. That's pretty much how most conversations about race go with white folks, am I right? We all know the drill. All this tiresome talk about racism and social justice and all that annoying claptrap is seen by some as an intrusive affront.

Okay I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to wriggle my way out of this post without addressing the thorniest issue of them all. You know what I'm talking about: Israel-Palestine. The hottest flashpoint at the epicenter of a fiery cauldron of violence, and the ostensible cause of the Durban II boycott. Countless volumes have been written on the subject and countless more will and should be. Of course I believe in Israel's right to exist; just as I believe in Palestine's. But anyone who thinks the current situation is in any way sustainable or just or leading toward anything remotely resembling a happy ending for any of the parties involved is suffering from cognitive trauma. I don't want to delve too deeply into socio-cultural, historical, or geopolitical analysis right now, but I will say that those who equate criticism of US-Israeli policy with anti-Semitism are arguing in bad faith and abusing anti-racist language in order to silence dissent. At the same time, those who take legitimate criticism of US-Israeli policy and in any way conflate it with or blame it on Jewishness are indeed engaging in mushy-minded racist drivel. The profound problems with US-Israeli policy have nothing to do with Jewishness; they have to do with empire. And for the past 5 centuries, if it's about empire, it's about whiteness. The formula is easily discerned. A fortress wall is erected between the empire's Shining White Knights and the Dirty Brown Others who must be either controlled or eliminated. This is the moral framework which has been adopted by US-Israeli policy and propaganda, not because Israel is a Jewish state in a Muslim region, but because somewhere along the line, Israel became a white stronghold in a brown region. It's seldom stated this plainly, but it is certainly plain to see.

How did this happen? How did the Jewish nationalist movement, which arose at the end of the 19th century in response to the anti-Semitic racism of European Christians, lead to the current state of affairs? It's a long and winding story, and it's sometimes said that long and winding stories are bad for the soul. But the key juncture I will point to is the rise of US imperialism in the aftermath of World War II, punctuated in 1948 by two nearly-simultaneous events: the establishment of the state of Israel, and the publication of a US State Department report describing Middle Eastern oil as "the greatest strategic prize in history". I believe in the legitimacy of Jewish nationalist aspirations, but somewhere along the line, those aspirations appear to have gotten played.

This is not a conversation US diplomats want to have. Frankly, it's not really a conversation that I want to have. It is extremely uncomfortable terrain and I know how hot passions run when so much identity, history, and suffering is at stake. But anti-racism requires fearlessness. If a UN-sponsored global anti-racism conference isn't the right place for such a conversation, then what is?

Organizers and participants at Durban II deserve credit for undertaking the difficult, treacherous project of an international anti-racist initiative. Personally I don't really believe that the US is a nation of cowards; I know plenty of people who are perfectly willing to engage in frank analysis of racism and how to dismantle it. But clearly there are parties who don't want this conversation and these ideas to go forward. If that's where they want to stand, so be it. The lesson of Durban II is that neither Mahmoud Ahmadinejad nor entrenched powers will derail this progressive work aimed at addressing one, if not many, of the great problems of the 21st century.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Last Frost Date

Clearly, April 15 means many things to many people. For most in the US, it has something to do with coerced paperwork and long post office lines. For some of the more dull-witted and gullible among us, it is apparently the day for ribald sex acts involving caffeinated antioxidant beverages in dangling pouch form. But above all, for me here in southwestern Connecticut, it's something rather more uplifting: the last chance of frost. Tomorrow the seedlings leave my living room (empty nest, sniff) and go forth into the harsh world of wind and rain.

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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Music — Yael Naim, "New Soul"

No this isn't an Apple endorsement, I just think the song's cute and happy.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Visual Art — Singh Twins, "The Greatest"

The greatest

[ Learn more about the astounding visionary art of the Singh twins. Thanks, Vincent! ]

Thursday, March 26, 2009

John Hope Franklin (1915-2009)

John hope franklin

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Music — Deep Foundation, "Children of the Sun"

[ Via amiga Jackie Fernandez ]

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Music — Anthony B, "Bad from Long Time"

Monday, March 23, 2009

Waiting for Last Frost

Waiting for last frost

Two weeks after planting, I've transferred my veggie seedlings to biodegradable pots which will go straight into the ground after the last chance of frost, which is April 15 in my area. I bought these containers at a gardening center out of laziness, but you can also make your own using the cardboard tube in toilet paper rolls. And the party continues.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Friday Drinking Song

From the great Zhang Yimou film Red Sorghum, about a young peasant woman who takes over a sorghum winery; this is the raucous song offered up at the end of the work season, when the wine is ready for drinking (roughly translated lyrics below):

On the ninth day of the ninth month
New wine, good wine, from our labour

Good wine!

When you drink this wine
You'll breathe well, you won't cough
When you drink this wine
You'll feel strong, your mouth won't smell
When you drink this wine
You'll dare go through Qingsha Kou alone
When you drink this wine
You'll refuse to kowtow before the emperor
On the ninth day of the ninth month
Come drink with me

Good wine!
Good wine!
Good wine!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

March Madness — Presidential Bracket

ETA: Really, Barry? Not a moment after I actually toss up a post officially calling you a kewl prez, you go on Leno and bust out a Special Olympics joke? Wow. Well that was short-lived. You just knocked yourself down a good bunch of notches on the coolness scale. We all have our lapses, Barry, but an ablist insult on an iconic national TV show? Why? You seem like such a disciplined dude, someone who's really worked on self-control, and I really like that about you. How does this happen?

Sigh.

It is so disappointing. And hurtful. In fact, I will tell you that the Special and Paralympics were the best, most popular (in China), and most under-reported (in the US) part of the Games in Beijing last year. There were 4,000 disabled athletes and more than 40,000 volunteers. It was the biggest, most well-organized Special and Paralympics in history. Tickets were cheap enough for ordinary Beijingers to enjoy the games. And they did. They ate it up. Loved it. Cheered for their favorites every bit as vociferously as they did for Yao Ming. It brought disabled folks to a whole new level of visibility and was probably a milestone in Chinese disabled-rights history. People in Beijing and all over China realized that they need to do better with infrastructure and access.

Were you paying attention, Barry? Were you, my friendly reader? If not, why?

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Everyone who reads me can probably guess the areas where I differ with the prez, but on the whole the guy is impressing the hell out of me with what he's doing in the White House. Take the interview below. Okay, so I think Obama may be underestimating the Huskies and perhaps have some sentimental attachment to the Tarheels, but this has gotta be the coolest presidential clip in my lifetime.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Seedling Party

Seedlings 3

At the request of a certain radical-gardening blogger, here's a snapshot of the beginnings of the three sisters garden I'll be attempting this season. I'm actually a novice in the garden but the good thing is that I remember spending a lot of time as a boy with my mother in the garden and I think as a result have a feel for growing things (and even more, cooking them).

I got these seedlings started 8 days ago and they seem pretty happy so far. In the back, closest to the window, is the corn, looking quite dignified already. Next are the beans, which are really kinda going wild and hogging the scene. Then we've got squash, which for some reason cracks me up, I just feel a wacky slapstick vibe there. And at the bottom are beets, which aren't part of the three sisters garden but hey I love beets so why not give it a shot. As Tom Robbins famously wrote in the unforgettable opening of his canonical novel Jitterbug Perfume, "The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious."

These actually aren't my only seedlings. I've got others going, in egg containers, in different soil, with different timing. What do you expect from a software developer? Redundancy and error-trapping are principles I'm quite fond of applying to just about anything. You'll probably also notice, on the right-hand side of the picture, parsley and basil chilling out with my Beatles CDs. It's a good party.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Music — Tracy Chapman, "Would You Change?"

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Walking and Being

It's a perfect afternoon for a walk, a mild breezy end-of-winter day under a fierce blue sky, a delicate layer of snow softening in streaming sunrays. Having arrived at a lucky stage in my life where I often get to make my own work schedule, I decide to spend some time at the Audubon Fairchild Wildflower Garden, which amazingly is about 5 minutes from my cottage. I pull on a warm hoodie, lace up my boots, and — being a former boy scout — overprepare as usual, packing a sling sack containing binoculars, gloves, multi-tool, lighter, energy bar, chapstick, camera, notepad, pencil, permanent marker, and a magazine just in case I somehow inexplicably end up standing in line, I guess.

There are no lines. There appears to be no one else in the park at all. My car is the only one in the small snowy lot at the trail head. I lock the doors, stow my keychain in the small front-pocket of my bag, and begin walking.

Frozen marsh

For me, walking in nature is meditation. I usually don't go into nature with any particular questions on my mind for which I'm seeking answers. Occasionally I do, when I'm contemplating some big melodramatic I-Ching-consultation-inducing life decision. More often, I just go to decompress, move my body, marvel at beauty, clear my mind, breathe.

Snowy_path

I was an avid nature-walker long before I knew what meditation was. As mentioned, I was a boy scout. When I was growing up in Montreal, Canada, my scout troop would go on one camping trip every season, usually for 3 or 4 days. In the spring and summer, it was a straightforward outdoor experience where we'd learn various skills like how to tie cool knots and how to build emergency shelters. In the autumn, it was canoe camp; we'd paddle and glide through peaceful lake-river-stream systems for a few days and spend a couple of nights sleeping in the bottom of our canoes on the water. It was heaven to me, falling asleep while counting shooting stars. The winter was the most brutal; most of the boys declined, but I was intensely into it. We hiked into the Laurentian mountains, built igloos and snow huts and slept in them for two nights. One year we got hit with a particularly snappy blizzard; temperatures dropped to -40° (which incidentally, my geeky friends, is the temperature where the Fahrenheit and Celsius scales intersect). I ended up frostbitten and bedridden for days, but I kept all my toes and learned something valuable about human fragility and the importance of deeply respecting the power of nature. This might help explain why these days I overprepare even for a stroll through the park.

When my family moved to California in my teens, I maintained my outdoor pursuits. In fact, I pushed things quite a bit further, taking on longer and more ambitious backpacking and mountain-climbing expeditions. One time I spent 33 days in the Sierras. When I returned to "civilization", I had completely lost my bearings in the modern human world. When I first laid eyes on a chair, I honestly didn't recognize what it was, it just looked like this bizarre steely structure that made no sense to me. I felt like an alien as I figured out how to climb into a car, and when the car started moving, my friends and I grabbed whatever we could hold onto, then spent the next 20 minutes howling with wild-eyed laughter and pointing with disbelief at the road which was hurtling by us with mind-boggling speed and ease.

The summer after I finished high school, I walked for 3 days into the mountains to reach the high lonely shores of Lake Reflection. At dusk the lake turned gold and the trout came up to flip around on the surface and feast on the plentiful summer fare. In the mornings I'd fish for an hour and catch 3 or 4 beautiful rainbow trout, and the rest of the day was open for contemplation and adventure. I read Lao Tzu and Han Shan and thought about life and cried. I gazed at clouds and mountains and trees, and could see the flow of energy in everything. I spent countless hours studying bugs and plants and rocks. There were berries and edible greens on the hillsides, and I thought about staying on those shores forever, far from the violence and confusion, a happy carefree hermit, just like the old Taoists back in the day. But at night, as I drifted into the non-waking planes, I could see the faces of the people I loved, whom I was not yet ready to leave behind. After 5 days, I packed up my things, scattered pine needles and leaves and branches around my campsite so that you couldn't tell anyone had been there, and began walking back.

Shadow on wetlands

I began practicing walking meditation when I was 21. That's when I took up Buddhist practice under the radical tutelage of some very hilarious mentors. The problem I have with most self-proclaimed Buddhists these days is that they're just not funny enough. I mean, incense and robes and bells and solemnity and baldness are cool and all, I guess, in a 19th century sort of way; but if it ain't busting your gasping gut with existential hilarity? Buddhism Fail. What is Buddhism? For me, Buddhism isn't really a religion or a philosophy or a cosmological belief system, but a method or set of methods. The Sanskrit word Buddha means "awakened one", so Buddhism is a method of awakening. Awaken from what? You tell me. Awaken into what? I'm not telling you. But trust me, it's funny.

Squirrel tracks

I shouldn't have to say this but I do: walking meditation is not only for able-bodied people. Perhaps I should call it "moving meditation". The point is to learn how to meditate not only in the formal sitting position, but also while moving through physical space in a body, whether that body is standing up or in a wheelchair or however one moves. Actually, a person who is completely immobilized can still practice meditation and mindfulness and become a Buddha. It certainly seems to me that many disabled folks have important and beautiful and profound things to teach non-disabled folks, particularly about our relationships with our bodies, because they have negotiated existential terrain that many non-disabled folks blithely ignore until something happens which forces the issue. This is a subject that Buddhists think about quite often, because we engage in meditative disciplines which subvert body-identification; we learn not to experience our physical bodies as who we are, but rather as one sacred outer sheath of dualistic sensorial experience. The strange thing is that, in my experience, this type of cognitive discernment can actually put you more firmly in touch with your physical body, more refined in body-consciousness, and perhaps more appreciative of the miraculousness of the human body; though of course, we are always training to be prepared to let go of, or adapt to alterations in, body-consciousness.

I sometimes joke with Buddhist friends about my body, "I'm pretty happy with the model I got this time around, it's lived up to the advertising." I say that with more gratitude than cockiness, gratitude for the things I've experienced and learned in the course of living in this body and pushing it beyond many conventional limitations; although, I should add that there have been some obstacles, as there always are. I thought about this as I read Julie's contribution to the Walking Blogging phenomenon which BFP and Jess appear to have triggered, as well as Daisy's response. Partly because, like Julie, I know about chronic hip pain. I walk with a limp because of it. In fact, when it's bothering me, I walk with a cane. It freaks some people out to see a youngish-athletic-looking person with a cane. Personally I think it's kinda stylin'. And more importantly, practical. Everybody gets injured in this life. All bodies break down. Even mountain-climbing Buddhist martial-artist bodies.

Wetland reeds

The original injury to my left hip tendon was a repetitive stress inflammation from martial arts training, from throwing countless high sidekicks. Back when I was fighting in tournaments, it was my best kick. I had two ways of throwing it, snap and thrust. The high snap was my bread and butter; it's also what strained the tendon. In my teens, I got sidelined from training a few times because of it. In my twenties, it started getting inflamed after running or hiking. I treated it with acupuncture, and the pain went away for more than a decade. Then it returned. As these things always go, I ignored it until it flared up one day in a manner that could not be ignored. I was running errands one afternoon last summer, and I started wincing as I climbed in and out of my car. The limp was worse than usual that day, but I just focused on trying to get my errands done. I vividly remember the moment when the pain shot through me for real, because it stopped me in my tracks and put beads of sweat on my forehead as I stood in the middle of a parking lot, halfway between my car and the store I was trying to get to; and I was suddenly confronted with a decision: turn back toward the car (surrender) or try to complete the errand (martyrdom)? I decided to complete the errand. It took some time, because I would take a few short limping steps then stop and breathe for a while, as cars rolled by with people staring at me trying to figure out what the hell I was doing. I tried to look nonchalant and make my mid-lot standing pauses seem perfectly normal, you know, check my watch, look at the sky, stretch my arms, take a few steps, wince, yawn.

So I've gone back to acupuncture. I've largely figured out what happened in there, what's going on, how to rehab. I also happen to be somewhat equipped for this type of injury because of the ankle surgery I underwent a few years ago. As longtime readers know, I had a steel plate and 3 screws inserted in my left ankle to hold the tip of my fibula in place after a bad popping-sound turned-foot landing on a basketball court. The day after surgery, I hobbled ashen-faced into a nearby surgical pharmacy and spent an afternoon contemplating specialty equipment which I'd never before had to contemplate. I looked at all sorts of interesting hardware, from walkers to cutting-edge scooters to bathroom equipment. There was something oddly soothing to me about the process of evaluating and picking out just the right items to suit my needs. The biggest boost to my spirit was a pair of electric-blue high-tech crutches, which improved my quality of life immeasurably during my months of rehab. The standard-issue crutches I'd been given at the hospital were clumsy and uncomfortable; in fact I'd already taken a loud dramatic banging-rattling spill on them and given a few people heart attacks by doing so; my new crutches gripped my forearms just below the elbow and gave me far superior alignment, balance, and maneuverability. Beyond crutches, I needed more basic things; like a shower seat, and a stick with a hook for grabbing towels and stuff, and a lap desk. I also got a black faux-leather cast-boot for getting spiffed up. And in an inspired moment, I picked out a sleek black cane with a curvy silver handle, looking forward to the day when I would transition from crutches. I tried to get my health insurance to pay for all this; but as I'm sure you can guess, that didn't happen. They covered the surgery and that was all. So I had to spring the cash, which was probably a somewhat dicey financial stretch, but the way I figured it, I was investing in my own baseline health, safety, comfort, and well-being, and these things could not be shortchanged.

The cane, as it turns out, continues to be useful. When the hip is sore, I take it out on the town with me, oftentimes in combination with my black wool fedora, like an old Hollywood mob flick, you know, the one starring the long-haired Asian guy. It's interesting to see how people react to the cane. Sometimes people who wouldn't otherwise notice me hold open doors; I smile and touch the brim of my fedora. Sometimes people seem to think that I'm not quite as mentally sharp as people without canes, speaking slowly and simply while issuing warnings like "Watch that step, my man" or "Ice is very slippery". The general feeling is one of pity. A couple of weeks ago, a guy standing next to me at a bar shook his head and said, "You're too young for a cane. How sad."

In Buddhist practice, we generally avoid pity as an emotion. The effect of pity is usually to distance oneself from the object of pity. Compassion, on the other hand, unites us with the focus of our compassion, pulls us closer, makes us one, erodes our egoic selfishness and turns someone else's interests and struggles into our own interests and struggles. Pity, in a perverse way, celebrates our selfish good fortune at avoiding the woeful fate of an Other. I'd like see more compassion and less pity in our society's ways of addressing the needs of marginalized or disadvantaged people, more understanding that we're all invested in undermining the systems of inequality and exploitation because they are ultimately systems of self-annihilation. In my frequent moments of wide-eyed naïveté, I'd like to see a call to arms motivated by a recognition that even if we exist in different though interconnected grids of ability, health, wealth, autonomy, privilege, and power, we're all in this mortal march together and we're all we've got.

Put another way, Chandra Talpade Mohanty writes in the introduction to her astounding book Feminism Without Borders: Decolonizing Theory, Practicing Solidarity:

I define solidarity in terms of mutuality, accountability, and the recognition of common interests as the basis for relationships among diverse communities. Rather than assuming a forced commonality of oppression, the practice of solidarity foregrounds communities of people who have chosen to work and fight together. [...] Solidarity is always an achievement, the result of active struggle to construct the universal on the basis of particulars/differences. It is the praxis-oriented, active political struggle embodied in this notion of solidarity that is important to my thinking — and the reason I prefer to focus attention on solidarity rather than on the concept of "sisterhood". Thus, decolonization, anticapitalist critique, and the politics of solidarity are the central themes of this book. Each concept foregrounds my own commitments and emerges as a necessary component of an antiracist and internationalist feminism — without borders.

Frozen creek

It's a spectacular day at the Wildflower Garden. It's still bright and blue skied but the tree shadows are stretching out across the snow. I'm walking freely; my hip isn't bothering me today. A red-tailed hawk reveals itself briefly as it changes its perch. Brittle birch leaves rattle. Crows caw. A jet tears across the stratosphere.

I place one foot in front of another, keep my gaze and balance steady, breathe nice and smooth from the base of my spine out the top of my head.

I reach the end of the trail, which rises up over a hill between two jagged rock ridges then slopes down to a grove which, in my world, is the ultimate party spot: four picnic tables arched along a ridge above a stream.

Nowhere left to go, nothing more perfect. I sit on a rock, careful to arrange my left hip in a comfortable position, then close my eyes and let it all go.

Picnic grove


Staff in hand, I walk along the river bank toward the village.
Snow lingers on the fence, but the east wind brings the first news of spring.
The voice of an uguisu drifts from tree to tree;
The grass has begun to show a touch of dark green.
Unexpectedly, I meet an old friend.
We converse together sitting on a hill overlooking the river valley.
Later, at his cottage we open many books and drink tea.
Tonight I am translating the evening scene into verse—
Plum blossoms and poetry, how wonderful together!
Ryokan


Birch leaves

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Weekend Music — Karsh Kale

Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday Music — Sheila Chandra

Going way back to Chandra's 1982 surprise hit single "Ever So Lonely":

Monday, February 23, 2009

Jai Ho

The 21st century is upon us.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Music — Sly & The Family Stone, 1968

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Ongoing Echoes from the Women of the Long House

Seneca falls On my 10-day road trip during this year's winter holidays, I made a stop in the town of Seneca Falls in upstate New York, in order to stand at the site of the historic 1848 Women's Rights Convention where 68 women and 32 men signed the Declaration of Sentiments condemning sexism and demanding gender equality. The fragile brick remnants of the Wesleyan Chapel where the convention was held remain standing, just barely, propped up by a modern steel support structure installed after the National Park Service purchased the plot as a National Historical Park in 1985. In the intervening years, the building had been repeatedly bought, sold, and modified, serving at various times as a plumbing workshop, a bowling alley, a roller skating rink, an auto repair shop, a laundromat, and even an opera house which hosted burlesque shows and where blackface minstrels performed such numbers as "Dar's a Watermelon Spoilin' Down at Johnson's" and "Da Disappointed Coon".

A park visitor center adjacent to the chapel serves as a sort of museum of US feminism, commemorating the 1848 milestone and many subsequent developments in the struggle for equal rights. It's obvious that a conscious effort has been made in recent years to highlight women of color, including a prominent tribute to Sojourner Truth, as well as interactive multimedia kiosks exploring intersections of race, gender, and class. It's equally obvious that such gestures of inclusion, while certainly praiseworthy, remain wedged into a set of implicit narratives which could probably still use some work. For example, discussions of the Underground Railroad, by virtue of omission, continue to create an impression that antislavery activism was the work primarily of white abolitionists heroically saving pitiful black slaves, rather than centering the ongoing efforts of black abolitionists throughout the history of slavery, from early slave rebellions, to later coalition-building with non-black indentured laborers and activists, to all manner of effective direct action and organization in the Underground Railroad and the antislavery movement.

Perhaps the most fundamental oversight, however, is embodied within the most obvious question: Why Seneca Falls? What historical winds were swirling through that particular place at that particular time to give rise to the so-called "first wave" of US feminism? Was there something in the regional water which gave women like Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Lucretia Mott, and Matilda Joslyn Gage the vision and fortitude to do what they did? Were there any socio-cultural undercurrents in Seneca Falls which might have helped create fertile intellectual ground for the foundations of US feminism?

These questions have fascinated me for years, because I've stumbled across tidbits and whispers here and there in my readings and wanderings, which have aroused suspicions that there's more to this story than I've been told. This was one of my reasons for wanting to personally visit Seneca Falls, so that I could stand among those ghosts and walk those streets and see if anything caught my eye. As it turns out, something did catch my eye, right there in a corner of the visitor center giftshop which I was perusing after taking in the exhibits, a book which jumped out at me as being exactly what I was looking for: Sisters In Spirit: Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Influence on Early American Feminists by Sally Roesch Wagner. I decided that this would be my first book of 2009. I devoured it in a few nights and when I was done, I started over and read the whole thing again.

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Sally Roesch Wagner is a feminist pioneer who was one of the first to earn a PhD for her work in women's studies (at UC Santa Cruz) and who founded one of the nation's first women's studies programs at CSU Sacramento. She's the author and editor of numerous books and article, and serves as executive director of the Matilda Joslyn Gage foundation in Fayetteville, New York. Wagner writes in Sisters In Spirit:

For twenty years I had immersed myself in the writings of early United States women's-rights activists Matilda Joslyn Gage (1826-1989) and Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1816-1902), yet I could not fathom how they dared to dream their revolutionary dream. Living under the ideological hegemony of nineteenth-century United States, these women had no say in government, religion, economics, or social life. Whatever made them think that human harmony, respect for women's lives, and equal rights for women were achievable? Surely these white women, living under conditions they likened to slavery, did not receive their vision in a vacuum. [...]

How were these women able to see from point A, where they lived — corseted and ornamental non-persons in the eyes of the law — to point C, the "regenerated world" Gage predicted, in which all repressive institutions would be destroyed? What was point B in their lives, the real and visible alternative that drove their feminist spirit — not a utopian pipe dream but a living example of equality?

Then it dawned on me. I had been skimming over the source of their vision without even noticing it. My own stunningly deep-seated presumption of white supremacy had kept me from recognizing what these prototypical feminists kept insisting in their writings. They believed women's liberation was possible because they knew liberated women, women who possessed rights beyond their wildest imagination: Haudenosaunee women.

The word Haudenosaunee (pronounced "ho-de-no-SHO-nee") means "People of the Long House" (European colonists called them "Iroquois"). The name refers both to the architectural style of their wood-framed living structures which housed up to 60 residents, and to the inclusivity of their society, which united the Six Nations of the Seneca, Onondaga, Cayuga, Mohawk, Oneida, and Tuscarora under a democratic constitutional Confederacy, in which women occupied key positions of power and decision-making authority in all matters of statecraft and treaty ratification, war and peace, agriculture and economy, social order and spiritual life.

The connection between the Haudenosaunee and early US feminists is not tenuous; it is plainly documented. In the 19th century, many white folks in the Seneca Falls region had regular contact with Native folks. The local Syracuse newspaper of the day, The Onondaga Standard, regularly carried reports on Haudenosaunee council proceedings, spiritual ceremonies, political and commercial activities. An article on the Haudenosaunee ginseng trade with China, for example, informed readers that Haudenosaunee leaders were following the unfolding political turmoil overseas with interest as they thought it might have an adverse effect on trade.

Dozens of European American women in the 1800s wrote extensively about their contacts with and studies of the Haudenosaunee. Laura Sheldon Wright published Dictionary of the Seneca Language in 1835. That same year, Lydia Maria Child produced the two-volume History of the Condition of Women in Various Ages and Nations, which included descriptions of women's roles in Haudenosaunee culture in juxtaposition to European patriarchal culture. In 1855, Minnie Myrtle published The Iroquois; or, The Bright Side of Indian Character. Erminnie A. Smith was appointed by the Smithsonian Institute to study the Six Nations, and was eventually adopted into the White Bear Clan and given the name Katietiostaknost meaning "Beautiful Flower". She published Myths of the Iroquois in 1883, and at the time of her death in 1886, she had compiled a dictionary of 15,000 Haudenosaunee words.

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Bloomers0001 Lucretia Mott, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and Matilda Joslyn Gage — three of the principal architects of 19th century US feminism — all had personal contacts with Haudenosaunee women. Indeed, Lucretia Mott, a key organizer of the historic convention, actually spent time in the Seneca community of Cattaraugus in June of 1848, one month before the convention. There, she saw women leading spiritual ceremonies, and she watched women exercising equal power in political discussion and decision-making as the Seneca nation ratified changes to its governmental structure.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton's cousin, Peter Skenandoah Smith, was named after an Oneida family friend, Chief Skenandoah, and her closest neighbor in Seneca Falls was an Onondaga named Oren Tyler. Stanton often dined with Oneida women during frequent visits to her cousin's home in Petersboro. In her explosive speech before the National Council of Women in 1891, entitled "The Matriarchate, or The Mother-Age", Stanton argued for the subversion of patriarchal beliefs embedded within Christianity itself, holding up Haudenosaunee society as an alternative model of "matriarchate" or rule of mothers. She noted: "Among the greater number of the American aborigines, the descent of property and children were in the female line. Women sat in the councils of war and peace and their opinions had equal weight on all questions." Quoting the memoirs of Reverend Asher Wright, she continued:

Usually the females ruled the house. The stores were in common, but woe to the luckless husband or lover who was too shiftless to do his share of the providing. No matter how many children, or whatever goods he might have in the house, he might at any time be ordered to pick up his blanket and budge; and after such an order it would not be healthful for him to attempt to disobey. The house would be too hot for him, and unless saved by the intercession of some aunt or grandmother he must retreat to his own clan, or go and start a new matrimonial alliance with some other.

Indeed, Haudenosaunee women led lives that must have shocked and confused many of their European American contemporaries, who often found themselves trapped in isolated lives of drudgery and servitude. Of course, life in those times could be tough and everybody had to work hard to survive; but Haudenosaunee women enjoyed tremendous stature in their society. They were leaders of their extended clans. They farmed their own fields in communal groups, harvesting the three staple crops of corn, beans, and squash, an ecologically and nutritionally balanced combination which they called "the Three Sisters". They wore loose comfortable decorative clothing. They experienced their bodies as sacred extensions of Sky Woman and Mother Earth. They were guaranteed custody over all their children and owned everything in their homes except for their husband's weapons, horse, and sacred implements; even when a husband brought home game from the hunt, it became the woman's possession; she decided how to dispense it and she collected the money from the hide. Haudenosaunee women appointed male chiefs to manage the state, and if a chief did not properly serve seven generations of his people, women could vote to impeach him and remove him from office. Perhaps most shockingly, rape and violence against women was rare to the point of being almost unheard of; it was repeatedly reported that many white women felt safe wandering alone in Haudenosaunee territory at any time of day or night. And when men went hunting or fishing, conducted state business, erected buildings or monuments, or went to war, according to Haudenosaunee spiritual ideals, they did so in service of women.

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There are, of course, contradictions, complexities, and cross-currents contained within the writings of early US feminists about the Haudenosaunee. After all, they were still white people; which means that they were cognitively indoctrinated to view people of color through a dehumanizing lens of Otherness, with a certain arrogant distaste and a feeling of their own innate cleanliness and beauty, despite all the overwhelming in-your-face evidence of the ongoing stream of barbaric violence which white civilization unleashed upon the peoples of the world and upon the Earth itself. Even as European American feminists were writing admiringly about the role of women in Haudenosaunee society, Quaker missionaries were "Christianizing" them by having men farm the fields and putting women to work strictly within their homes. The "pagan" branches of the Haudenosaunee resisted this social upheaval, believing that the fields would not be fertile if there were no women there.

Moreover, the point here isn't to deny the influence of European thinkers such as Mary Wollstonecraft. There's no doubt that early US feminists saw themselves as inheritors of a distinctly European American intellectual tradition. But my perspective is that narratives such as the ones I'm presenting here can only add to, not subtract from, the sum of our knowledge. Most people who have any interest in feminism know about Susan B. Anthony, but how many know about the Women of the Long House? It seems to me that they, too, have important things to teach us.

Neither is it my intention to romanticize the Haudenosaunee and thus contribute to their Othering. Human behavior and human society are necessarily subject to human error, flaw, and folly. Yet this radically different social structure did exist and flourish, on the very soil where I grew up and still live, and I can't imagine being incurious about their ways of life and how things worked. Turning back to Wagner's writings from Sisters In Spirit:

I remembered that in the early 1970s, some feminists flirted with the idea of prehistoric matriarchies on which to pin women's egalitarian hopes. Anthropologists soon set us straight about such nonsense. The evidence just wasn't there, they said. But Paula Gunn Allen, a Laguna Pueblo / Sioux author and scholar, believed otherwise:

Beliefs, attitudes and laws such as [the Iroquois Confederation] became part of the vision of American feminists and of other human liberation movements around the world. Yet feminists too often believe that no one has ever experienced the kind of society that empowered women and made that empowerment the basis of its rules and civilization. The price the feminist community must pay because it is not aware of the recent presence of gynarchial societies on this continent is unnecessary confusion, division, and much lost time.

Allen's words opened my eyes, threw into question much of what I thought I knew about the nineteenth-century woman's movement, and sent me on an entirely new course of historical discovery. The results shook the foundation of the feminist theory I had been teaching for almost twenty years.

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Matilda Joslyn Gage is probably the least remembered of the early luminaries of US feminism, though she was a highly influential theoretician who worked closely with Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and many other well-known figures. At the time of her death in 1898, Gage was working on a book about the Haudenosaunee. During her life, she was adopted into the Wolf Clan of the Mohawk nation and given the name Karonienhawi, meaning "She who holds the sky". In 1875, while serving as president of the National Woman Suffrage Association, Gage published a series of articles in the New York Evening Post about the Haudenosaunee. In a piece entitled "The Remnant of the Five Nations: Woman's Rights Among the Indians", she wrote:

Division of power between the sexes in this Indian republic was nearly equal. Although the principal chief of the confederacy was a man, descent ran through the female line, the sister of the chief possessing the power of nominating his successor. The common interests of the confederacy were arranged in councils, each sex holding one of its own, although the women took the initiative in suggestion.

In another article entitled "The Onondaga Indians", Gage marveled at Native agriculture:

Their method of farming was entirely different from our own. In olden Iroquois tillage there was no turning the sod with a plough to which were harnessed a cow and a woman, as is seen today in Christian Germany; but the ground was literally 'tickled with a hoe' and it 'laughed with a harvest.' [...]

Three of the five ancient feasts of the Iroquois were agricultural feasts connected with their great staple. The first was celebrated immediately after corn planting in May, the second, or Succotash Feast, at filling of the ears in August, and continuing for a fortnight; the third, after corn-harvest. Centuries ago was agriculture honored by this ancient people. In Christian Europe during the middle ages the agriculturist was despised; the warrior was the aristocrat of civilization. In publicly honoring agriculture as did the Ongwe Hongwe [Haudenosaunee] three times a year, they surpassed in wisdom the men of Europe.

The third spiritual ceremony which Gage mentions here, the corn-harvest feast, has transmogrified into what today's Americans call "Thanksgiving". Clearly, Gage was a culinary fan of the Haudenosaunee; she published an article in Appleton's Journal in 1875 entitled "Msickquatash" in which she wrote: "Let every eater of succotash — a 'luscious mixture' of green-corn, beans, and venison correctly called 'msickquatash' — henceforth remember to whom we are indebted for that toothsome dish." And in 1886, she contributed to the Woman Suffrage Cook Book a recipe for "Old-Time Baked Indian Pudding" which she claimed was the predecessor to what came to be known as "hasty pudding".

Of course, the influence of the Haudenosaunee extended far beyond food; and indeed, beyond feminist theory. In her magnum opus Woman, Church, and State, Gage asserted that the US Constitution itself was informed by the system of government conceived by the People of the Long House:

But the most notable fact connected with woman's participation in governmental affairs among the Iroquois is the statement of Hon. George Bancroft that the form of government of the United States was borrowed from that of the Six Nations. Thus to the Matriarchate or Mother-rule is the modern world indebted for its first conception of inherent rights, natural equality of condition, and the establishment of a civilized government upon this basis.

Gage was far from the only one who believed that the "founding fathers" who framed the US Constitution derived some of their most progressive notions from the "founding mothers" of the Haudenosaunee. Once again, the evidence is voluminous and in plain sight if one is simply able to open one's eyes and cleanse one's ears of Euro-centric white-supremacist perceptual filters.

Iroquois independence hall The overall symbol of the Six Nations was the bald eagle. Seminal figures such as Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson necessarily had extensive exposure to the Confederacy, which had been in place before Columbus arrived; both wrote frequently of their curiosity about Native ways of life and social organization. They were particularly intrigued by ideas of "natural liberty" which Native people enjoyed, in contrast with the imposed authority of the state as advocated by Europe's Hobbesian and Machiavellian thinkers.

I believe that in drafting the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, the "founding fathers" created a mash-up of Jean-Jacques Rousseau's tightly argued Social Contract; British imperialist law on finance, slavery, and the disenfranchisement of women; and lofty Haudenosaunee concepts of equality, liberty, and democratic self-determination.

In a letter to his wife Abigail Adams on July 10, 1776, John Adams wrote:

I wish I were at perfect liberty, to portray . . . the course of political changes in this province. It would give you a great idea of the spirit and resolution of the people, and show you, in a striking point of view, the deep roots of American Independence in all the colonies. But it is not prudent, to commit to writing such free speculations, in the present state of things. Time which takes away the veil, may lay open the secret springs of this surprising revolution.

More than 200 years later, in 1979, the chiefs of the Haudenosaunee (yes, they are still with us) released a "Haudenosaunee Statement to the World" in which was written:

European people left our council fires and journeyed forth into the world to spread principles of justice and democracy which they learned from us and which have had profound effects upon the evolution of the Modern World.

And so it seems to me that even though most people around the world have never heard the word "Haudenosaunee", they are familiar with Haudenosaunee ideas. They are famliar with the rhetoric of American democratic idealism. They have seen the symbol of the bald eagle. Thus they have heard the ongoing and still-vibrant echoes from the Women of the Long House. We no longer remember the names of the people whose great vision and wisdom gave us these gifts; but the gifts are still with us and perhaps that's what matters most.

There's something oddly thrilling about the thought that every time some grandstanding politician or pundit holds forth about self-evident truths or inalienable rights, every time the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution is solemnly read in some dusty classroom, indeed every time Congress convenes and American representative democracy attempts to function, it is an unwitting ode to the Haudenosaunee. Needless to say, US "democracy" has all-too-often succumbed to the ugliest, most oppressive, exploitative, bigoted, and authoritarian streaks which were also embedded in the founding of this nation. Yet as long as the sonorous, liberatory words passed down from the Haudenosaunee continue to echo in our cities and valleys and countrysides, words about freedom and equality and inherent human rights, then there's always hope that new life can be breathed into them and that humankind can yet build, as Matilda Joslyn Gage foretold, a regenerated world.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Freddie Hubbard (1938-2008)

Peace to the great Freddie Hubbard, seen here on solo trumpet at the 1963 Sanremo Jazz Festival in Italy, with Art Blakey on drums, Wayne Shorter on tenor sax, Curtis Fuller on trombone, Cedar Walton on piano, and Reggie Workman on bass.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Heartache and Hope

Monday, January 19, 2009

"We Didn't Just March"

Mountaintop

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Weekend Music — Cyndi Lauper, "I see your true colors shining through"

Monday, January 12, 2009

Foreign Exchange — Women Entrepreneurs in Rwanda

Daljit Dhaliwal introduces this documentary excerpt focusing on Jeanette Nyirabaganwa of Rwanda, whose entire family was killed in the 1994 genocide, but who has subsequently somehow found the strength to build a new life running her family's coffee farm. Rwandan coffee has become an important and prestigious export, praised by critics and sold in Starbucks. There's some sort of strange, painful, twisted irony in Rwanda's rise from the horrors of post-colonial genocide to become one of the most visibly women-led countries in the world.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Weekend Music — MBS, Rap Algérien

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Wintry Mix — Embedded Voting for 2008 Weblog Awards

Icicles

Icy rain has been falling in southwestern Connecticut since last night. The fieldstone footpaths around my cottage are glassy and slick. But the roads are well-salted and on the whole this ice storm isn't looking quite as treacherous as some of us were expecting. As you can see from the rather delicate icicles along my roof, it's not quite enough to bring major tree limbs crashing through electrical wires, which is one of the main dangers in my area in such weather.

Voting for the 2008 Weblog Awards began Monday and is roaring along with several hundred thousand votes cast already. Today I'm embedding a voting widget right here in this post, below the cut as required by the rules. If you'd like to support Zuky in the Best Hidden Gem category, you can come back to this post (or even link it or embed it on your blog) to cast a vote every 24 hours, until voting ends on January 12. I apologize in advance for the ads.

Obviously it's been a pleasant, flattering surprise to be selected as a finalist in this rather prestigious contest. In addition to all the good folks I namechecked in my New Year's Eve post, I need to send a big Thank You to Cara at Feministe, Lisa at My Ecdysis, Prof BW at WOC PhD, and (going back a bit) Samhita at Feministing for their kind support. It means a lot to me.

But the world's turmoil continues to pull my attention. Oscar Grant. Robbie Tolan. Gaza. These are some of the things that are burning inside me. I'll be doing my best in the coming year to continue applying a ruthless analytical eye to the implicit racial organization of socio-cultural cognitive indoctrination which serves as the necessary dehumanizing anesthetic for the beneficiaries of global and domestic corporatist neo-imperialism. Because the world is not a floating sequence of unfortunate events; it's an edifice with foundations, load-bearing walls, plumbing, wiring, ductwork; and in order to renovate, you need to study those structures.

Oscar Grant. Robbie Tolan. Gaza.

Gaza.

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Monday, January 05, 2009

Monday Music — Kachanana, "Mbululuka"

Kachanana is a rising young artist from Zambia (see her interview and performance on Smooth Talk).

Friday, January 02, 2009

"I Am Sean Bell" — A Short Film by Stacey Muhammad

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Hidden Gems at Year-End

VajradharaAnd the year is drawing to a close to the pounding beat of yet more war crimes in Gaza. I think I've decided that one of the Creator's dirtiest jokes is the placement of the world's richest oil reserves under a track of real estate scripturally considered a sacred homeland to three great monotheistic religions. Then again, it could also be the case that it's time for all three Abrahamic spiritual traditions to extricate their teachings and their devotees from the blood-soaked tendrils of imperialistic militarism which have for many centuries used religion as a mask for highly mundane plunderings.

All that aside, I must say that 2008 has been an amazing year. I say that every year and mean it every time; but this time I really mean it. No really. I guess it just seems to me that every fleeting moment spent seeing this sphere of light, no matter what horrors it contains, is magical. So I find it fitting — and flattering — that this modest, wildly erratic blog has somehow or other become a finalist in the 2008 Weblog Awards in the category of Best Hidden Gem (thank you Lisa for the heads up!). Regular readers here know that finding life's hidden gems is one of my passions. Gems of culture, gems of humanism and of humanity, gems of athleticism and artistry, gems of the heart and mind and spirit. 

I owe a big Thank You to Jon Swift for nominating me and for being among this blog's early readers and supporters (I was especially touched by his kind words in the last question of this Bloggasm interview). [ ETA: Jon Swift is also a Weblog Awards finalist for Best Humor Blog. Also, be sure to check out his year-end roundup of bloggy feastage, which turns out to be well-represented among Weblog Awards finalists. ]

Actually I owe a big Thank You to all the amazing people who run the melanin-rich streets of this lively little bloghood, who have helped shape my thoughts and attitudes as I continue to learn about and contemplate the clamor of this world. People who have enriched my life with knowledge, frivolity, perspective, laughter, depth, and beauty. People like Nezua, Sylvia, Brownfemipower, Mamita Mala, Blackamazon, Sudy, Bint, who bring the noise where it needs to be brought. Folks like Ilyka, Elle, Kevin, Nightprowlkitty, AJ Plaid, Carmen and Latoya who have been generous to this blog despite my generally aloof assholish disposition. Bloggers like Changeseeker, Sokari, Chris Clarke, Carmen D, Cripchick, Theriomorph, Nanette, whose work informs and inspires. And of course all my sisters and brothers involved in The Sanctuary, which in my opinion has been one of the big blogchievements of 2008.

I bring my palms together and lower my gaze before all you Hidden Gems, that blessings of justice and peace may befall you in this new year. May they someday befall Gaza too.

Namaste.

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Retrospective of arbitrarily noteworthy 2008 Zuky posts:

Jazz at the Blue Note (January 21)

Kenya — Another Front Line of Resistance (January 29)

The Obama-Clinton Show (March 14)

The Speech — Dual Consciousness on the Presidential Stage (March 20)

April 4 Remembrance — 1968 and 1972 (April 4)

May 1 Rally in Union Square and March to City Hall (May 2 & 4)

New Rule: No More Boxing Metaphors (May 6)

Human Rights Report on Anti-Asian Racism (May 14)

The Murder Card (May 25)

June 4, 1989 (June 4)

Satire of the Stupid (July 17)

Chinese American Experience, Part 1: Exclusion and The Driving Out (August 4)

Chinese American Experience, Part 2: Wong Chin Foo (August 6)

Chinese American Experience, Part 3: Donaldina Cameron (August 6)

Chinese American Experience, Part 4: Papers Sons and Daughters (August 8)

Chinese American Experience, Part 5: Anna May Wong (August 11)

Chinese American Experience, Part 6: World War II and the End of Exclusion (August 20)

Fear and Loathing in Denver (August 28)

Derechos Indigenas — Ecuadorian Lawsuit Against Texaco-Chevron (September 11)

Peril and Opportunity Amid Wall Street Turmoil (September 30)

Time to Throw the Traders Out the Temple, Part 1 (October 9)

Time to Throw the Traders Out the Temple, Part 2 (October 24)

The Palin’ Identity (November 3)

Fight Night! (December 6)

Monday, December 29, 2008

Gaza: War Crimes, Resistance, and a Message from Rabbi Michael Lerner

Gaza university

Slingshot

From Rabbi Michael Lerner of Tikkun magazine:

The NSP [Network of Spiritual Progressives] joins with the Committee to End House Demolitions in calling for an immediate cease fire in Gaza and a return to negotiations with Palestinians, this time including Hamas, toward the goal of ending the Occupation.

There is much truth in both Gideon Levy’s article attacking Israel’s actions in Gaza and in Bradley Burston’s critique of the critics of that attack. We at Tikkun have responded to our readers request to not deluge them with daily reports on the daily assaults by Israel on Palestinians suspected of being “militants” or Hamas activists that have been going on all through the past years, or on the cutting off of food and supplies to Gazans that has led to starvation for some, malnutrition for most—and all this while Israeli proclaims how it “left Gaza” (instead of acknowledging that it turned Gaza into a large prison camp). But because we didn’t give you that daily information, it can now seem as if the refusal of Hamas to return to a ceasefire, and its charges that Israel consistently broke the ceasefire, seem extreme, and its return to minor shelling in the past few days (killing no one—because its rocket supplies are pathetic and incapable to reaching most Israeli cities, thank God!) seems to supply Israel with its justification for a renewed war (in which it killed over 250 men, women and children in one day of indiscriminate bombing raids of Gazan civilians).

Yet the fundamental context of Occupation and massive Israeli power lends plausibility to Gideon Levy’s account of Israel as “the Neighborhood Bully.” Yet on the other hand, Hamas’ reliance on violence, not only against Israel but against the more peace-seeking Palestinian Authority associated Palestinians, must also be unequivocally condemned, even while saying, as Burston does, that it does not follow from such a condemnation that a new war is the appropriate response. Indeed, this is another voluntary war by Israel, and seems to be motivated more by dishonored Israeli Prime Minister Olmert and Defense Minister Barak’s desire to not leave office without somehow erasing the memory of their failed Lebanon invasion two years ago—and since Gazans have none of the military capacities of Hezbollah, the Israeli politicians who chose to do this war two months before the election are likely to get higher esteem in Israel for this shooting fish in a barrel type war than they did when they faced enemies who had some way of defending themselves. 

From the standpoint of Tikkun, war is the wrong response. If Israel wants peace with Palestinians, it can achieve it by negotiations based on the Saudi peace initiative; it cannot achieve it by killing more Palestinian civilians or even by wiping out the current generation of Hamas activists. There is no path to peace—peace is the path. And if Israel wants to destroy Hamas, it has one clear way: rebuild Gaza and the West Bank with a massive Marshall Plan type enterprise—adopt our Strategy of Generosity and renounce the strategy of domination. Trust in God, trust in love, trust in kindness, trust in generosity—and give those strategies a ten year chance to work and Israel will get far more security than it will achieve by this latest violation of international law, Torah ethics, and common sense.

I invite our readers to respond to this and to the statements below. I’m particularly interested in inviting the Reform, Conservative, Reconstructionist and Renewal rabbis on this list to see how many believe that trusting in God is a ridiculous strategy, that loving the stranger or the Other is irrelevant, and that all those good Torah values really have no relevance to “the real world.” It remains the case that we who trust in the power of love and generosity, and hence in the message of Torah and the tradition of the Jewish people that “not by might, and not by power, but by my spirit, says the Lord of power, the Lord of hosts” are largely vilified by many of those who claim to be the current representatives of the Jewish tradition. And our response: stop being “realistic,” because the realism of military force and power has not brought you peace—so how about trying a different strategy, a strategy of love and generosity and caring for others, and start by applying that to the Palestinian people.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Birth of a Prince of Peace

Blackjesus

[ Via Sathya Sai Baba ]

Friday, December 19, 2008

Friday Music — Michael Franti and Spearhead, "But I know one thing, I love you"

Monday, December 15, 2008

Monday Music — Nina Simone, "I've Got Life"

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Weekend Music — Nikka Costa, "Stuck To You"

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Fight Night!

Pacquiao UPDATE: It happened. From General Santos City to the Persian Gulf, Filipinos broke out in celebratory exultation as 2-to-1 underdog Manny Pacquiao destroyed Oscar De La Hoya in 8 lopsided rounds. The ring doctor began showing concern for De La Hoya's health after a devastating 7th round in which Pacquiao knocked De La Hoya backward along the ropes for a good 2 minutes; trainer Nacho Beristain finally intervened after the 8th, telling Oscar, "There's no point going on with this. He's too fast for you." And that was that.

In the end, it was indeed Pacquiao's dazzling footwork that made the difference: he darted in and out of range, landing shots and disappearing before a befuddled De La Hoya could react, consistently spinning De La Hoya to the left in order to open up angles of attack and neutralize Oscar's biggest weapon, his left hand. Pacquiao was also able to freeze De La Hoya with off-beat rhythm and deceptive upper body movement. Add to all this the universally recognized speed, power, ferocity, and flow of Pacquiao's punching, and the result was a forceful rearrangement of Oscar's iconic facial features.

It's tempting to feel bad for the Mexican American titan, but De La Hoya has actually greatly overachieved his natural gifts as a fighter and has been richly rewarded. Every prizefighter faces the inevitable eventuality of passing the torch to a young rising star in a brutal rite of passage. De La Hoya has a slot waiting for him in the Boxing Hall of Fame and a long prosperous career ahead of him as a promoter and who knows what else he'll get into; he's a versatile man with an innovative entrepreneurial streak. He leaves the fight game with his faculties intact and remains its most recognizable and charismatic spokesperson. In other words, Oscar De La Hoya will be fine.

Pacquiao left As for what awaits Manny Pacquiao, it's unlikely that he'll ever be fully embraced by the US mainstream in the same way as a US-born trash-talking gloater; many Americans like their athletes immature and loud-mouthed, not soft-spoken and self-deprecatingly modest. But it might not really matter; Pacquiao's global fanbase is passionate, and it's easy to imagine a half-dozen big fights being staged in the coming years. With this one fight alone, he probably walked away with at least $15 million for his troubles; part of the reason people in the Philippines are so happy is that they know they'll see a good chunk of that money. In Manila, the Filipino government has already filed Senate Resolution 792 declaring:

Pacquiao continues to inspire our countrymen, brings pride and honor to our country, and unites the Filipinos everywhere in the world during his fights.

Therefore, be it resolved by the Senate to congratulate and commend Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao for his stunning victory over boxing-great Oscar “Golden Boy” De la Hoya, thus, cementing his status as the greatest Filipino boxer of our time and for bringing great inspiration, pride and honor to our country.

And it may not be long before Manny Pacquiao is passing congressional legislation himself. He's also an unabashed pop-ballad crooner and a B-movie action star. Who knows what else this guy is capable of accomplishing.

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The night of the big fight has arrived and I haven't gotten around to writing up the in-depth analysis that I'd hoped to, so I'll just toss off a few thoughts before we get ready to rumble. As usual, military operations in the Philippines will be suspended and Filipino law enforcement expect crime to come to a halt for the duration of the fight. You could say Manny Pacquiao is kind of a big deal in certain parts of the world.

Okay, so first this: the plain truth is that Pacquiao, who's 5' 6" and has fought most of his big fights at 126 pounds, probably has no business taking a welterweight (147 lbs) fight against Oscar De La Hoya, who's 5' 10" and has been fighting at 154 pounds. The whole rationale for weight divisions in the fighting sports is to match athletes of roughly similar natural size against one another, in order to elevate skill over brute force. De La Hoya is just too much bigger than his opponent. He's picking on a much smaller man and dodging boxers his own size like Antonio Margarito.

Then again, that smaller man is the most dynamic fighter in recent boxing history, and Manny is at the peak age of 27 29 while Oscar is 35. Pacquiao is also probably the best conditioned, fastest, and most mobile athlete that De La Hoya has ever faced. Most of all, Manny genuinely, fiercely loves fighting. His punches have a jolt of magic in them. And he can go at it, hard, without taking any breaks, for 12 rounds. Moreover, he has nothing to lose: because of the size difference, a loss against De La Hoya will not really tarnish Pacquiao's appeal, so no matter what happens it's a great payday and Pacquiao's stellar career will go on.

So we're looking at a real toss up here. It's possible that De La Hoya will catch Pacquiao with a big left hook and knock him out early. It's also possible that Pacquiao will pepper De La Hoya with lightning combinations and knock him out down the stretch. We just won't know how well each fighter will handle the other's power until we see it happen. That's why we have to do this. And this is why I love boxing.

Okay, okay: If I were a betting man (and I'm not), I'd guess that Pacquiao's explosive footspeed will be the difference. While De La Hoya obviously has a big reach advantage, he actually doesn't usually fight tall, so Pacquiao may be able to negate wingspan with footspeed. And the speed, variety of angles, precision, off-beat rhythm, and flow of Manny's punching are not in question. I'd pick Pacquiao by decision or late-round knockout.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Friday Music — Miriam Makeba (1932-2008)

Legendary South African singer Miriam Makeba died last month in Italy. The following clip is a short performance from 1966, the year she won a Grammy for her work with Harry Belafonte on an album about apartheid. She was blacklisted in the US shortly thereafter, because of her marriage to SNCC organizer Stokely Carmichael, resulting in the abrupt cancellation of a major concert tour and record deal. Exiled from South Africa and blacklisted in the US, she moved to Guinea and performed in Africa, Europe, and South America. Known affectionately as Mama Africa, Makeba remained a voice for truth and justice until the end; she suffered a heart attack on November 10 after performing at a benefit concert to support a muckraking Italian journalist. May light encompass her spirit on its way.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

WorldFocus — World AIDS Day, Cervical Cancer in Nicaragua

With my curmudgeonly consumption of corporate bobblehead fake-news scaled back down to sane pre-election levels (i.e. almost zero), I've nevertheless picked up one additional nightly TV habit in recent weeks: WorldFocus on PBS. The program has only been around for a couple of months, and although it's obviously impossible to touch upon all the important stories happening around the world in 25 minutes per day, I've been generally impressed by the breadth and quality of pieces they're running.

I'm increasingly convinced that one of the fundamental keys to national security and international stability in the 21st century — beyond the jaundiced jingoism and fearful futility of militaristic fortress-building — is the ongoing elevation of global consciousness and cross-cultural dialogue, especially in the US. The basic notion of interdependence has gained widespread acceptance in mainstream discourse, yet far too many US citizens remain stunningly ignorant, even stubbornly immature and self-absorbed, in their views of world geography, history, politics, and culture.

Effectively tackling the great challenges of our time will require a critical mass of people in the US and around the world to become serious about their civic and social responsibilities as citizens of a planet in profound peril. I feel that it's especially important for people of color to take leadership in raising consciousness, building bridges between continents and cultures and connecting grassroots struggle to global analysis. Viewed in this light, the election of Barack Obama might be seen as an auspicious omen indeed.

And so I may start taking this blogspace in a slightly more internationalist direction; or perhaps I should say, even more so than before, since I've always been passionate about bringing a global perspective to anti-racism and progressive activism. I'll likely be writing about and posting YouTube clips from WorldFocus (if you like, you can subscribe to my YouTube channel here, though I can't guarantee any particular thematic coherence to the clips I end up posting). I'll continue my series of posts on economics and the current convulsions of global capitalism. I hope to open a new dialogue on international racism and its continuing impact on the world economy, on war, on disease and deprivation, on how the world works together. I'll probably have things to say about the Obama administration's role in all this. I guess we'll just see where it goes.

To kick things off, here's a segment from yesterday's WorldFocus which opens with a brief clip on World Aids Day, then takes a longer look at how women are addressing the high rate of cervical cancer in Nicaragua.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Manny Pacquiao vs. Oscar De La Hoya — Battle of the Cheesy Ballads

To nobody's surprise, I have a lot to say about next weekend's megafight between Filipino sensation Manny Pacquiao and Mexican American icon Oscar De La Hoya. I've been watching boxing since I was a young boy; it has taken 3 decades for me to finally have the opportunity to see an Asian fighter in a mainstream "crossover" event. It's both thrilling and a sharp reminder of the painful, isolating scarcity of Asian American role models in US society. I still have never had a chance to cast a vote for an Asian American politician, which is pretty sad. 

In any case, before I say anything else (and yes, I will probably say plenty more in an upcoming post), the first truly significant fact I want to draw your attention to regarding the big fight is that, to my knowledge, this will be the first high-profile matchup in which both fighters have also dipped into careers as pop singers. Who wins the battle of cheesy music videos?

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Music — Billie Holiday, 1958

Friday, November 21, 2008

Friday Music — Hillary Jones, Drum Solo

So I've met Hillary Jones and seen her play a few times, because she's worked with musicians I know. You might not guess it at first glance, but I assure you that this nice white lady can cut up beats and measures into dazzling arrays of fine slivers and sweet grooves. Check it out and soak it up!

Friday, November 14, 2008

More Music — Blue Monk

The inimitable Thelonious Monk on piano, with Charlie Rouse on tenor, Larry Gales on bass, and Ben Riley on drums.

Friday Music — TOK, "Many Rise, Many Drop, But We Solid As A Rock"

Saturday, November 08, 2008

The Ballad of Barack Obama

In a spontaneous commemoration of the past week's events, I stayed up all night Friday putting together this slideshow tribute, set to an amusing accoustic song I heard on community radio while driving around the East Village the night before. It's called "The Man From Illinois: The Ballad of Barack Obama", by Tom Pacheco. A couple of the lyrics are a little off, but hey we're just beginning with this new era thing and on the whole it's a fun, rousing, heartfelt piece of actual American folksiness. Enjoy!

Friday, November 07, 2008

Friday Music — Alicia Keys

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Reflection

  • Through holding together, restraint is certain to come about. The yielding obtains the decisive place, and those above and those below correspond with it. Strong and gentle; the strong is central and its will is done. This is called the Taming Power of the Small.
    — The I Ching, hexagram 9: Hsiao Chu / The Taming Power of the Small

Alms Bowl

Fifth Place

  • The 2008 Weblog Awards

Highlights

  • Immigrant Dreams and Nightmares in the White Supremacist Cauldron (May-2007)
    The tired, the poor, the huddled masses of dream-hungry immigrants coming across the Pacific — like those coming across the deserts and rivers along the Southern US border — have never been greeted by a Mother of Exiles.
  • Ongoing Echoes from the Women of the Long House (Feb-2009)
    The word Haudenosaunee (pronounced "ho-de-no-SHO-nee") means "People of the Long House" and refers both to the architectural style of their wood-framed living structures and to the inclusivity of their society. The connection between the Haudenosaunee and early US feminists is not tenuous; it is plainly documented.
  • The Palin’ Identity (Nov-2008)
    The reason why the McCain-Palin campaign has appeared erratic throughout the election season is that their strategic communications have been conceived and crafted according to the language of implicit cultural code rather than explicit thematic cohesion.
  • The Whiteness Problem (Apr-2009)
    The backhanded boycott of the historic UN anti-racism conference in Geneva by mostly-white diplomats from Western nations is farcical on its face and provides a handy illustration that the great problem of the 21st century is the whiteness problem.
  • Time to Throw the Traders Out the Temple (Oct-2008)
    The Wall Street racket is essentially a colossal debt pyramid which must continually convince or coerce people to feed it so that money keeps getting funneled upward while risk gets distributed downward.

One World

Xu Beihong

  • Xu Beihong photo
    Xu Beihong's work visually manifests a meaningful and mutually-beneficial cultural encounter between China and the West.

Tibet

  • Kai
    These pictures were taken during a week-long visit to Tibet in 1992.

Pictures of the Mind

August in Connecticut

  • Butterfly
    Midsummer, the woods of Southwestern Connecticut buzz with bright pastoral magic. This gallery attempts to capture a quick arbitrary sliver of that brightness. Most of these pictures were taken in my immediate neighorhood; some were shot at Wampus Pond; some at the Audubon Fairchild Wildflower Garden.

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