I found a light out of the cave.

9 05 2007

Today in lit class, we were discussing Brave New World, Aldous Huxley’s dystopian novel. We ended up talking about the “system” and how we all buy into it in various ways. It was strange, how everyone in the circle seemed aware of the fact that things are fucked up, but they admitted their complacency. They were okay, comfortable even, with things continuing the way they are; after all, they’re upper-middle class–no worries there. I countered with the fact that they were complacent in their own oppression (oppression of their hopes/dreams/aspiration in this case, not that they’re oppressed by being white or something dumb like that). My teacher mentioned Plato’s allegory of the Cave and explained it to us, but it seemed that my classmates were depressed and cynical about this; one guy said that humanity is hopeless.
I see something different, though: I believe I have escaped from the Cave, and that many others I know, either online (from the blogroll, livejournal, etc), or in real life, have as well. I think there’s hope for humanity; we are curious creatures, and we can make this world a better place. We can reject capitalist notions of “wealth”, and reject white-patriarchal standards of “success”. We can live for art, live for peace, live for love. There are so many strong activists out there that are doing amazing, hard, painful work that aren’t getting recognized because of this prevalence of pragmatism and cynicism.

We are stronger than we think.





better late than never.

4 05 2007

fuck the lapd. seriously. I am so pissed off.





Happy belated May Day!

2 05 2007

I’ve read some articles about the protests yesterday, and I am very proud of everyone who participated, because fighting for immigrant rights is really important and benefits us all. However, the fight against unions that has been going on for some time has really affected those workers in professions that traditionally have unions. Here’s an article from Alternet talking about this issue: De-Unionization Hurts Women, Especially Latinas

Although women have made many gains since the 1960s, they must still catch up with men when it comes to equal pay and the benefits that generally accompany it, like educational attainment and access to health insurance, paid leave and other benefits. This is particularly true for women of color, who have the highest levels of disparities in income in comparison to men. In 2006, women overall made 77 percent of men’s annual earnings.

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A really interesting article I found on Alternet.

28 04 2007




hmm…

27 04 2007

I’ve been busy recently, and I have a busy weekend coming up, so hopefully I’ll be able to post something of substance soon. I may post a poem of mine later tonight, if I have time.

I also took a four hour nap today. :P





A blogger under attack

21 04 2007

DeviousDiva is being harassed by racists, and they’re spreading her personal information. This could end up being a dangerous situation, so I’m spreading the word to see if anyone can help. The more people that know about this, the better.





A Roundup of Links I’ve Found Lately/Or just haven’t posted

20 04 2007




I’m stunned.

16 04 2007

Virgina Tech Shooting

I don’t even know what to say about this. I meant to come home, blog and check my email, and work on homework that I need to get done. I have no clue how I will be able to concentrate now.

How do you document real life when real life’s getting more like fiction each day?





The days soar.

15 04 2007

just a rainy day. It’s cold, and windy, and I should be doing homework, but I’m too tired/bored to try, heh. Soon, all the flowers will begin to bloom, and the grass will shoot up past my ankles, and we’ll have to get the lawn mower out, and the hose, and I’ll be walking around in flip-flops and shorts.

Still. There’s something missing. Still.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you. The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die without you.





More on Don Imus

10 04 2007

Gwen Ifill on Don Imus

For the link-phobic:

LET’S say a word about the girls. The young women with the musical names. Kia and Epiphanny and Matee and Essence. Katie and Dee Dee and Rashidat and Myia and Brittany and Heather.

The Scarlet Knights of Rutgers University had an improbable season, dropping four of their first seven games, yet ending up in the N.C.A.A. women’s basketball championship game. None of them were seniors. Five were freshmen.

In the end, they were stopped only by Tennessee’s Lady Vols, who clinched their seventh national championship by ending Rutgers’ Cinderella run last week, 59-46. That’s the kind of story we love, right? A bunch of teenagers from Newark, Cincinnati, Brooklyn and, yes, Ogden, Utah, defying expectations. It’s what explodes so many March Madness office pools.

But not, apparently, for the girls. For all their grit, hard work and courage, the Rutgers girls got branded “nappy-headed ho’s” — a shockingly concise sexual and racial insult, tossed out in a volley of male camaraderie by a group of amused, middle-aged white men. The “joke” — as delivered and later recanted — by the radio and television personality Don Imus failed one big test: it was not funny.

The serial apologies of Mr. Imus, who was suspended yesterday by both NBC News and CBS Radio for his remarks, have failed another test. The sincerity seems forced and suspect because he’s done some version of this several times before.

I know, because he apparently did it to me.

I was covering the White House for this newspaper in 1993, when Mr. Imus’s producer began calling to invite me on his radio program. I didn’t return his calls. I had my hands plenty full covering Bill Clinton.

Soon enough, the phone calls stopped. Then quizzical colleagues began asking me why Don Imus seemed to have a problem with me. I had no idea what they were talking about because I never listened to the program.

It was not until five years later, when Mr. Imus and I were both working under the NBC News umbrella — his show was being simulcast on MSNBC; I was a Capitol Hill correspondent for the network — that I discovered why people were asking those questions. It took Lars-Erik Nelson, a columnist for The New York Daily News, to finally explain what no one else had wanted to repeat.

“Isn’t The Times wonderful,” Mr. Nelson quoted Mr. Imus as saying on the radio. “It lets the cleaning lady cover the White House.”

I was taken aback but not outraged. I’d certainly been called worse and indeed jumped at the chance to use the old insult to explain to my NBC bosses why I did not want to appear on the Imus show.

I haven’t talked about this much. I’m a big girl. I have a platform. I have a voice. I’ve been working in journalism long enough that there is little danger that a radio D.J.’s juvenile slap will define or scar me. Yesterday, he began telling people he never actually called me a cleaning lady. Whatever. This is not about me.

It is about the Rutgers Scarlet Knights. That game had to be the biggest moment of their lives, and the outcome the biggest disappointment. They are not old enough, or established enough, to have built up the sort of carapace many women I know — black women in particular — develop to guard themselves against casual insult.

Why do my journalistic colleagues appear on Mr. Imus’s program? That’s for them to defend, and others to argue about. I certainly don’t know any black journalists who will. To his credit, Mr. Imus told the Rev. Al Sharpton yesterday he realizes that, this time, he went way too far.

Yes, he did. Every time a young black girl shyly approaches me for an autograph or writes or calls or stops me on the street to ask how she can become a journalist, I feel an enormous responsibility. It’s more than simply being a role model. I know I have to be a voice for them as well.

So here’s what this voice has to say for people who cannot grasp the notion of picking on people their own size: This country will only flourish once we consistently learn to applaud and encourage the young people who have to work harder just to achieve balance on the unequal playing field.

Let’s see if we can manage to build them up and reward them, rather than opting for the cheapest, easiest, most despicable shots.

Gwen Ifill is a senior correspondent for “The NewsHour With Jim Lehrer” and the moderator of “Washington Week.”