A creative blog by Michael Datcher on The Whole 9

The Opening Act

On February 9, His Excellency, Michael Oren, Ambassador to the United States from Israel, is coming to Los Angeles to address the Southern California community.  He is sure to encounter an audience with wildly divergent views about a complicated U.S./Israel relationship that has been further complicated by our deteriorating standing in the Arab world because of the ongoing Iraq and Afghanistan wars—and by an African American President who has lobbied for a more balanced U.S. role as mediator in the Israeli/Palestinian conflict.  My unsolicited advice to Ambassador Oren is that he seek, first, the Kingdom of common ground.  Intercultural dialogue seems to work best when all parties are standing on the same platform.  Ear to Heart. This position and posture is especially important when the parties include Arabs, Blacks and Jews.

 

Ears to Hearts help to keep the Boogie Man known as Demonization at bay.  A demon too big even for Zombieland.

 

The Demonization Boogie Man has a passport.  And not just one that provides access across international checkpoints.  His Visa works, too, at the borders of the mind.  Be very afraid because he’s also a master of disguise.  The Boogie Man was seen praying—suspiciously—at a mosque in Los Angeles. He’s appeared as a black male lurking inside a Detroit elevator, inches from a clutched purse.  Circumstantial evidence recently placed him in a New York high rise speaking Yiddish—on cell phone.

 

The collective demonization of Blacks, Jews and Arabs could give the Halloween film franchise enough imagined scary material to keep Jason coming back until his Social Security benefits kick in. Or run out.

 

Sociologists Lincoln Quillian and Devah Pager wrote in their 2001 study “Black Neighbors, Higher Crime?” “Our results suggest that whites (and Latinos) systematically overestimate the extent to which percentage black and neighborhood crime rates are associated; this association persists even when official crime rates are controlled.”

 

In a 2003 study entitled “Anti-Semitic Beliefs in the United States,” Dr. Gary Tobin, president of the Institute for Jewish & Community research found that a majority of Americans hold at least one anti-Semitic stereotype.

 

When the Council on American-Islamic Relations Research Center conducted an American public opinion poll about Islam and Muslims in 2006, they discovered that when participants were asked the open ended question, “When you hear the word ‘Muslim,’ what is the first thought that comes to your mind?” only 6 % of the respondents mentioned a positive comment.

 

With so much subtle and direct animosity directed toward the Black, Jewish and Muslim communities in America, one would hope that these groups would come together more and commiserate.  Break bread and talk about the common struggles they share as peoples who have been historically misperceived.  And how those misconceptions have followed them right on up into the modern context, as numerous studies about minority populations have concluded. Affecting their socio-economic prospects and threatening the future prospects of their children’s children. 

 

However, instead of the breaking bread among these groups, there has been the pouring of salt.  Into open wounds.

 

The Jewish Week reported that a 2001 poll on the 10th anniversary of the infamous Black-Jewish Crown Heights , New York riots found that  47 % of Jews and 58 % of Blacks thought relations between the groups had declined or remained the same in the city with the nation’s largest Black-Jewish population.

 

No study is needed to document the conflict between Muslims and Jews. All we have to do is open a history book. Or a Holy one. Or sit down for the 11 O’clock news.

 

I am not naive. Obviously, there are long standing political, economic and social reasons why many Blacks, Muslims and Jews are choosing salt over bread.  These are complicated issues that people of good conscience, on all sides, have worked to resolve—and have come up short as Black History Month.

 

Part of the problem is that the well meaning folk who are leading the way are the usual suspects.  Politicians.  Religious leaders.  Academics.  Community activists.  These are segments of the population, who will certainly be needed in the future, but it’s certainly time to make room for some new shot callers: Artists.

 

In a March 1963 speech entitled “The Artist’s Struggle for Integrity” James Baldwin told a New York City audience, “The poets, by which I mean all artists, are finally the only people who know the truth about us. Soldiers don’t. Statesmen don’t. Priests don’t. Union leaders don’t. Only the poets.”

 

Baldwin suggests that artists are better equipped (than the usual suspects) to understand that the truth about human beings is that we are the same.  One.  This understanding is not limited to an intellectual embrace of the concept.  It’s an understanding that manifests in a day-to-day lifestyle. A lifestyle that posits that love is a verb.  That involves doing the good work of excavating the connective tissue that binds us all.

 

If Ambassador Oren will embrace my first bit of unsolicited advice, maybe he will dig this second bit too: Bring an artist to the podium and give her voice.  An artist’s ability to look beneath surface differences and navigate the geography of the human heart is precisely what qualifies artists to lead the way in meaningful intercultural dialogue.  Even if leading means serving as an opening act for the Ambassador from Israel.

 

Peace & Blessings,

 

Michael Datcher

How timely. And true. Thanks.

Say it Ain’t So: Gay Marriage & Black Folks

Mildred Jeter, 18, married Richard Loving, 24 in Washington, D.C. Mildred’s father and one of her brothers were the witnesses at their wedding ceremony.   Mildred’s father said, “They picked the name of a minister from a phone book and, immediately after the ceremony, got back in the car, and returned to Central Point, [Virginia].”

 

The couple had travelled to DC to marry because marriage was illegal in Virginia — on June 2, 1958 — If you were a white man in love with a black woman.

 

Five weeks after their wedding, they were awakened at 2 a.m. by police who caught them “sleeping in their bed.”  A crime.  In their defense, Mrs. Loving had pointed to the marriage certificate which hung on their bedroom wall. The document was confiscated and became evidence in the charge against them: being married to one another. They were arrested and taken to jail. During their time of confinement, Mildred and Richard were housed on separate floors.

 

On January 6, 1959, after pleading guilty to the charge against them, they were sentenced to one year in jail. The sentence was suspended for 25 years, trial judge Leon Bazile proclaimed,  “On the condition that the Lovings leave the State and not return to Virginia together for 25 years.”

 

Judge Leon Bazil wrote in his opinion that: “Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.”

 

After moving to DC, the Lovings instituted a class action on October 28, 1964, in the United States District Court for the Eastern District of Virginia requesting that a three-judge court be convened to declare the Virginia antimiscegenation statutes unconstitutional, in part, because they violated the, the 14tH Amendment’s Equal Protection Clause and Due Process Clause.

 

The case wound its way to the Supreme Court, and on June 12, 1967, Chief Justice Earl Warren presented the court’s opinion, “These statutes also deprive the Lovings of liberty without due process of law in violation of the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. The freedom to marry has long been recognized as one of the vital personal rights essential to the orderly pursuit of happiness by free men.”

 

In 1967, the Lovings, and love itself, won the case as the federal government overturned the right of individual states to outlaw interracial marriage.  When the Supreme Court ruled on Loving V. Virginia, Barack Obama, the product of an interracial marriage, was already 5 years old.  In the November 4, 2008 election, he would win Virginia, the state where the marriage of his own parents was not legal at the time he was born.

 

I mention the Lovings because the arguments used to reject same-sex marriage rights are similar to the arguments once used to reject different-race marriages: It defies the bible, it’s unnatural, and it’s an affront to marriage itself.

 

African Americans have a long history of challenging the legal politics of marriage. Under slavery, African Americans were denied the right to marry. Despite this,  enslaved African American couples formed powerful unions and performed marriage ceremonies that were  bonding and  real — even though they were not legal. 

 

Almost 150 years before gay and lesbian couples rushed to make their commitment bonds legal, when their right to marry was briefly legalized, many newly emancipated African Americans rushed to legalize the marriage bonds formed during the brutal conditions of slavery.  It is perhaps tragically ironic that African Americans, who have historically fought so hard for the right to marry the people they love, are being constructed by some, as the group most opposed to gay marriage rights.

 

A January, 2009, study entitled “California’s Prop. 8: What Happened and What Does the Future Hold” by political scientist Kenneth Sherrill of CUNY-Hunter College and Patrick Egan of NYU, found the black support of Prop 8  was exaggerated by exit polls, immediately after the November 4, 2008 that banned gay marriage.  

 

An Exit Poll by National Exit Polls, which was widely quoted by the media, placed black support for Prop 8 at 70%. The Sherrills-Egan study criticizes the NEP poll for poor design and sampling error, as fewer than 300 African Americans were interviewed, and none in the precincts with the highest percentages of African Americans.

 

By contrast, the Sherrills-Egan study looked at pre- and post-election polls and conducted a sophisticated analysis of precinct-level voting data from five California counties with the highest African-American populations (Alameda (Oakland), Los Angeles, Sacramento, San Diego and San Francisco) Based on this, it concludes that the level of African-American support for Proposition 8 was in the range of 57-59 percent. The study concluded that support for Proposition 8 among black voters “Was not significantly different than other groups.”

 

The study found four factors—party identification, ideology, frequency of religious service attendance and age—drove the “yes” vote for Proposition 8. For example, “more than 70 percent of voters who were Republican, identified themselves as conservative, or who attended religious services at least weekly supported Proposition 8.” On the other hand, “70 percent or more of voters who were Democrat, identified themselves as liberal, or who rarely attended religious services opposed the measure.”

 

However, much of the damage had been done.  Because of the pervasive and faulty media reports that that Blacks supported Prop. 8 at rate of 70%, there is perception among some that African Americans were significantly responsible for passing Prop. 8. A perception that understandably has created tensions between some black and gay communities.  The idea is  to have a frank conversation.  Not to demonize any position.  Instead, to listen. To learn.  Minds may not get changed about the subject of gay marriage.  But my hope is that ears will get a little wider.  Hearts will get a little softer. And we’ll all emerge a little more human.

 

Note: I’d like to thank Dr. Dionne Bennett, assistant professor of African American Studies at LMU for her research assistance on the Lovings case.

Thank you for this Michael…when one really begins to understand how much has been denied to others, how recently, and how unfairly, it helps to bring everything into perspective and hopefully to create empathy, understanding and tolerance that will help us move forward together.

you’re back! good.

THE POKIE FOR PROFIT

According to the New York Times, the state of Arizona is considering handing over their entire state prison population to private prisons.

The Pokie for Profit.

A chilling thought, especially when we reflect on the history of what has been done in the name of profit. At the expense of human beings. Let’s play a word association game called:

In the Name of the Green God.

I’ll drop a word, a phrase, a name, a place, and you let your mind associate the role of cashmonay. The price paid in flesh, bone, blood, sanity:

Pre-existing Condition.
Baghdad.
Apartheid.
Bernard Madoff.
Atlantic Slave Trade.
Corrections Corporation of America.

Corrections Corporation of America, the nation’s largest private prison provider, already runs six prisons in Arizona, and is sure to be a player when Arizona’s whole incarcerated population goes on sale. Quoted by The Times, Louise Grant, a spokeswoman for the company said, “We expect to be there to make a proposal to the state.”

According to the Corrections Corporation of America website, the firm operates 65 facilities, including 44 company-owned facilities, with a capacity of approximately 87,000 beds in 19 states and the District of Columbia. The Wall Street Journal reports that CCA controls 39% of all private beds.

Because that’s where the smart money is.

The Journal also reports that over the last 25 years the country’s inmate population was grown from approximately 700,000 to 2.38 million, and that the United States has the highest incarceration rate in the world. In 1992, CCA, a publicly traded company, sold at around $8 dollars a share. This past Friday, at 1 PM, shares sold for $25.06. Forbes quoted Hedge Fund manager, and CEO of Pershing Square Capital Management William Ackman, who’s bullish on CCA because of their aggressive prison building and his belief that there will be inmates to fill those beds, “[The prison business is] like a hotel where you lock in the guests, and if they try to escape you shoot them.”

CCA’s 2008 4th quarter profits were $40.5 million. The 4th quarter profits from 2007 were $34.9 million. The 4th quarter reports for 2009 aren’t in yet, but it was a recession year. Recessions are good for the prison business: desperate people do desperate things.

And end up in the Pokie for Profit.

Who are these desperate people?

According to Human Rights Watch, black men are incarcerated 6.2 times the rate of white men.

This country is a broken prison system in itself. It’s owned and operated by thieves to whom rules do not apply and we are either slaves to it or prisoners of it. Injustice for all. Excellent post.

I don’t claim to know much about prison. But I do know people that do and in particular a very good friend who once did a bad thing, turned himself in, went to prison for 7 years and since coming out has been repeatedly targeted, rounded up on false (or at the very least trumped up) charges, threatened with more time and sent back on bogus parole violations. Through him and through first hand experience with someone else I know, I have come to learn the difference between prison and jail. Through first hand experience with having a child, I have begun to realize that many of the people that end up in jail do so because they were not taught how to exist in this world productively or to believe that they have other options. When you grow up visiting friends and family members in jail, I believe that you start to believe that this is how life is.

That said, I have also learned more intimately what horrible places prison and jail can be…and how hard it is to come back and make a productive life for yourself when most people go in with little or no tools and come out no further ahead, but in addition find it nearly impossible to find employment.

I understand Michael’s point about all of the wrongs that have been done in the name of money and I don’t know enough to argue this point effectively, but I’d like to share, verbatim, the words my aforementioned friend wrote me in a letter just last week…

“Well, after a couple of months in anticipation of where I would do my time, a friend advised me I will be leaving shortly for CCF McFarland. It’s a privately run prison between Bakersfield and Fresno.

I was disappointed at first. I hate the whole transfer process. It’s very draining. But I am ecstatic now. I can’t wait to leave and finish off my last two months. From what I’ve heard, it’s a country club compared to the prisons run by CDCR (Department of Corrections & Rehabilitation). No surprise there, I guess. We know how well governments run business/operations. Not well.

I would be interested in finding out the most important thing…not how much money a corporation is making from running a prison…but whether said corporation actually does it in such a way that the prisoners leave and are better equipped to lead productive lives than they would in a state or federally run prison…and what the comparative recidivism rates are. Any stats on that?

Excellent post, Michael — a read that needs to get out to the masses.

By the way, awaken2sun’s friend is not black…just wondering what you’re inferring to with your last sentence, “According to Human Rights Watch, black men are incarcerated 6.2 times the rate of white men.” Do you think this is racial targeting, unjust, just, or what? Curious.

Michael Datcher just forwarded me the following study on recidivism in government vs. privately run prisons.

National Crime Prevention Council
Research and Evaluation Department
Research Brief – September 18, 2008
Private Prisons and Recidivism Rates
Summary: With the number of people being incarcerated on the rise, the
private sector stepped in to help alleviate the burden by building private
prisons. Given that Americans typically subscribe to the idea that the
private sector is more efficient than
the public sector, the foundation of this study was that the private sector
would be able to provide better incarceration services than state
governments.
Sample: Between June 1, 1997 and May 31, 2001, 22,359 state prison inmates
were released
from state and private prisons in Oklahoma. There were 23,114 cases total in
the study (some prisoners recidivated and were released again within the
study period).
Key Findings:
• There was a higher rate of recidivism among inmates released from private
prisons
(32.8%) than from state prisons (29.8%).
• When controlling for gender, men in private prisons were more likely to
recidivate
(35.1%) than state prisoners (30.1%) and women in private prisons were less
likely to
recidivate (21.2%) than those in state prisons (26.8%).
• Inmates in the private prisons differed from state prison inmates in
several ways:
o They were younger, on average
o They had shorter sentences
o They served less time
o They were more likely to be released on probation
o They were more likely to be incarcerated for drug offenses

Source: Spivak, Andrew L. and Susan F. Sharp (2008). “Inmate Recidivism As a
Measure of
Private Prison Performance.” Crime & Delinquency Vol. 54 (3) pp.482–508.

I don’t think the figures are meaningful. The prison populations are different, and the 3-point gap for men is quite small. Perhaps the difference between men’s and woman’s recidivism rates says something. Probably need to read the entire study.

THE POLITICS OF ELEVATORS

 

 

Recently, I was at Loyola Marymount University briskly walking toward the elevator.  Mid-semester brings with it a significant uptick in deadlines to meet, so I arrived at the door multi-tasking in my mind.  The vator opened. The look on the faces of the two middle-aged white women, and the middle-aged white man with them, made me pause before stepping inside.   It was the look of fear.  Thrice over.  Independently conceived.  Collectively expressed. Unmistakable.

 

“Hi”, I said, as I smiled and stepped inside.

 

Hello is my defense mechanism and my Improvised Explosive Device. The word landed on their faces like acid rain which strips away the surface.  Exposing the infrastructure of the human condition.  Our discomfort with difference. 

 

I wish I could say that this elevator experience was an isolated incident.   An outlier.   I can’t.  It’s  another experience in a long list of elevator interactions that are  troubling and enlightening.

 

Carrying around a black body in a country where the black body is devalued, despised and desired is a complicated enterprise.  Reproach and approach engage in an illicit embrace.

 

This embrace is just more pronounced on elevators because of the forced proximity of human bodies.  Behind a closed door. It bespeaks of America’s  historic, messy blend of race and sex.  Bondage and rape.  Miscegenation and profit. 

 

Black and white bodies occupying the same space at the same time can turn an elevator into a compressed American History lecture between the 1st and 4th floors.

 

The fear on the faces of my fellow up/down/North/South travelers provides insight into the irrational nature of racism.  On at lease a dozen separate elevators over the last decade, I have boarded and been alone with a white female and witnessed the not so subtle clutching of the purse. The wrapping of the arms around the self. As if robberies happen in elevators as a matter of due course.  As if FBI Most Wanted posters  are taped right over the “down” button.

 

A few years ago, a middle-aged blond clutched her purse so tight, and looked at me with such distrust, that I was embarrassed for both of us.  I recall being ashamed that I hadn’t said something to her. I remember walking around trying to figure out what I wished I would have said.  I finally settled on:

 

“You have nothing I want.”

 

Fear is a  funny thing.  It often tells more about the person doing the fearing than the one being feared.

 

TRUE THAT! one year after a huge battle w/ racism and here i am dealing with it again… i hate the history of this country… straight out! i think people are used to seeing the racism towards a black man in an elevator… pretty sad fact! but check this out… little me… little ol’ me has felt the racism far more often then i ever want anyone to experience… and some people would not even expect it or would even deny it… another sad fact: alot of times i get treated neutrally or better because people don’t know which race i am… therefore, they’re not sure how to feel about me or which stereotypes to apply to me… sound strange or unbelievable? i would think so to if it didn’t happen to me…

p.s. ONE LOVE! F*@K RACISM!

oops… my bad: “race” is an inappropriate term because we are all one race, the human race! …the proper term is ethnicity…

Obama and Peace

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek but a means by which we arrive at that goal.
–Nobel Peace Prize Laureate
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Dr. Martin Luther King wasn’t sure he deserved the Nobel  Peace Prize.  He wasn’t sure if he’d done enough. Wasn’t sure if the Civil Rights Movement that he led, risked his life for, and eventually would die for, had accomplished enough for it to be recognized by the prestigious honor named for Alfred Nobel.

On December 10, 1964, the 35-year-old Baptist minister stood at a podium in Oslo and shared those doubts before president, king and common citizen. “I must ask why this prize is awarded to a movement which is beleaguered and committed to unrelenting struggle; to a movement which has not won the very peace and brotherhood which is the essence of the Nobel Prize,” he said.

Critics on the left and right have questioned whether President Obama deserved the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize.   The right to question power is one of America’s defining characteristics. We cherish it.  In some countries, to question, is to disappear. To ask, is to die.

It’s the tone of the Obama critics that’s problematic.  Especially on the right.

Erick Erickson of the conservative website Redstate.com said, “I did not realize that the Nobel Peace Prize had an affirmative action quota.”

This type  of racialized discourse is what the country has come to expect from republicans.   Although the critics on the left have not typically  been as ignorant, plenty lefties have responded to the Nobel Peace Prize  announcement in the spirit of a Gary Coleman quote: “What you talking ‘bout Willis?”

But here’s another way to frame the question:  Should a person receive the Nobel Peace Prize for shifting the peace paradigm?

On April 5, 2009, during a speech in Prague, President Obama spoke of “America’s commitment to seek the peace and security of a world without nuclear weapons.” He couched his comments in terms of America’s moral responsibility to act by leading the way.

According to David Krieger, president of the Nuclear Age Peace Foundation, on Sept. 24, 2009, with the United States serving as head of the U.N. Security Council, President Obama personally led the Council, and directed the group on nuclear nonproliferation and disarmament. Obama’s  leadership that day was critical to the unanimous vote on a measure that calls for further progress on nuclear arms reductions through a strengthened Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty  and for improved security for nuclear weapons materials, while also proposing ways to deter any nation from withdrawing from the treaty.

During President Obama’s remarks during the session with the Security Council he said,  “Just one nuclear weapon exploded in a city, be it  New York or Moscow,  Tokyo or Beijing, London or Paris, could kill hundreds of thousands of  people … a nuclear war cannot  be won and must never be fought.”

The day before, at his speech before the General Assembly, President Obama said, “Today, let me put forward four pillars that I believe are fundamental to the future that we want for our children: non-proliferation and disarmament; the promotion of peace and security; the preservation of our planet; and a global economy that advances opportunity for all people. First, we must stop the spread of nuclear weapons, and seek the goal of a world without them.”

This language of the most powerful man in the world, and the action behind the language, represents an extraordinary paradigm shift.  A movement.

A legitimate conversation about a world without nuclear weapons, a legitimate movement for global peace. Led by the only country to ever explode a nuclear bomb.

This is why the 44th President of the United States, of America Barack Hussein Obama deserves the Nobel Peace Prize.

During Dr. King’s Nobel acceptance speech, after expressing his doubts about his worthiness, and his own movement’s worthiness, he went on to say, “After contemplation, I conclude that this award which I receive on behalf of that movement is a profound recognition that nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral question of our time – the need for man to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to violence and oppression.”

One thing that comes to me while reading this is that one of the major complaints from those who have been complaining on both sides — both Democrats and Republicans — is that Obama has not done enough to warrant this prize. And it strikes me that America is a nation where we are brought up to believe that only a narrow concept of winning is a victory and only that narrowly defined winning warrants recognition. Although I’m experienced with other cultures, I don’t know them intimately enough to speak knowledgeably, so I can’t say that the good folks who awarded Obama this prize were brought up to believe differently, but I suspect they were.

I have been dismayed as my fellow Americans cheered when the United States lost the Olympics recently. And snickered because it was Obama’s current hometown that was the city chosen to seek that bid on America’s behalf. Jeered because, rather than realizing that America and every single one of us in America lost, they could finally point to this man who had led many of us in a campaign of hope, and call him a loser.

I have been lucky enough to be involved with an amazing man who just last night was talking about his chosen religion of Islam, and said that through it he had learned not to judge anyone else because you never know what’s in someone’s heart. This called to mind all the hating that’s been going on around our failed Olympic bid and our recent winning of the Nobel Peace Prize (yes I said “our” because I’m proud to be in a country who is led by someone that is esteemed enough on the national stage to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize), and made me think what a different world this would be if we based our opinions on what someone strives to do (and does) and not what we rightly or wrongly project to be in their hearts based on very limited (or no real) information and the sometimes mistaken beliefs we were brought up with.

There is a very organized effort taking control of the media and spreading fear and hate in any way they can. They hated Obama before he took office and they have so much media power that they will twist his legacy. They hate Obama more then they love this country. But they would have hated anyone from any party (other then theirs) that was elected.

The Peace Prize to Obama is not a surprise at all . Anything in this world could be manipulated to meet the specific endes . Its an historical neccesity from the western point of view to recongoinze a black leader though he has come to this postion not by virtue but by idiocrazy of the man before . This is golden chance to show that Oslo is less racial .Until now nobody could give a satisfactory explantion why Gandhiji has missed this .This time the Oscar too went to a below average Indian movie ( The movie has not won any award here) because it portrayed the story of a muslim boy coming out of poverty . The award carefully went to two Indian born Muslim actors , that too after Obams famous :reaching out to muslim ” speech .

I’m sad that I hear more outrage than pride from Americans when discussing Obama’s receipt of this award. We should be proud that our elected leader was recognized by the rest of the world as an agent of positive change, and we should maintain our hope for the future of our nation and the world under his guidance. He is our representative to the world, and it’s sad that the world believes in him and respects him a lot more than some of his citizens.

An Open Letter to Senator Barack Obama

Dear Senator Obama,

I’m writing to give you some good advice. Indeed, I know that you have a whole cadre of very well-paid advisors, but sometimes you just simply need to do what Michael Datcher says. Because I’m smart.

And so are you. So be your smart self.

Don’t believe the hype: The vast majority of Americans believe we need someone intelligent to run the country. We see how things have turned out with dummies in charge.

Listen close. What you need to do is completely stop returning mud for mud. That’s not who you are. Which is why you don’t do it well. And you’re not going to win if you continue, because not being yourself means you’re being a phony. People are not going to elect a phony. Inside, you know this. Trust your instincts. Or simply follow George Bush’s effective example.

Mr. Bush kept two elections close enough to steal by being himself: A below average man, who valued loyalty, talked tough and stayed the course. So even as he was literally running the country into the ground, to put money in his friend’s pockets, and lying to start a war, millions of people respected him because he was who he was, and did it all right in their faces. They called it “character” and cast their votes.

You need to start making commercials where you stand in front of a single camera and say, “Many good people come to Washington because they love and want to serve their country, but the prevalence of lobbyist money leads them to only serve a very small portion of the American public. That’s why early on in my campaign I decided not to accept money from federally registered lobbyists. People thought I was crazy, naive, but I believed the American public, individuals, would support a candidate who was beholden to the public. That Americans would send me $25 checks if they thought I would work on their behalf. They have and I will. Those millions of small donations are the main reason why I’ve raised more money than any other candidate in history. That’s why when I’m president of the United States of America I’ll be serving the interests of millions and not the special interests of hundreds who can write a big check. President Barack Obama will do what’s best for the American public. That’s how I define my patriotism.”

Then Senator Obama, using the same single camera, go issue by issue and talk about your plan for America. Your plan is smarter. And you clearly are a better human being than your opponent. Show it by refusing to play his muddy game.

Remember what made people so excited about you in the first place: You appealed to our higher, more honorable selves, and promised to change the game. Trust me. And trust yourself. By being yourself.

Sincerely,

Michael Datcher

Interesting observation Michael…it’s hard to ascribe any positive character traits to “W”, but yes, I’d agree that loyalty is one of them. I appreciate your optimism…but boy I wish I had more faith in the intelligence of many in our country.

I agree, Obama need to be himself and show the world who he is. We need him for this country to improve. It scares me if McCain/Palin win because people are believing the fake-ness of their campaign. I do agree with you akaken2sun that I worry about the intelligence of the the people of our country. I pray that Obama gets his act together and fights for what he believes in! Good luck with the fundraiser next month!

Actually, he wouldn’t have to make any kind of eloquent speech to succeed. Eloquence is the first red flag to the average American that they are dealing with either a phony or a snob. In truth, I can name several men I know who are each the epitome of a phony snob, and they are far from eloquent -which is why they get away with being such turds. An eloquent man speaks in the abstract – he speaks words which the Average Joe does not relate- and thus, he turns the channel. Abstract does not compute. The men we trust as “real” and “down-to earth” and able to relate to “us” are the men who speak in concrete terms. They might use big words, but if their words can be dumbed down and translated accurately into fifty languages, then they have won the American public. While many cringed or laughed at the stumbling language of Bushisms, his errors actually brought him closer to the rest. The rest is more. the trick to a landslide victory is speaking in the concrete with allusion to the abstract. The trick is saying what you mean and meaning what you say while knowing that the clever folks will understand that you mean ever so much more. The man we relate to is the man with failings, who pulls himself up by his own boot straps. The Hero we want, is that same man who pulls others up with him, even to his own possible detriment.

Jesus, you know, was a great politician. His words spoke in concrete stories. These were allegory to the abstract ideas which he was trying to impart upon a tangible world struggling with poverty and oppression. His words translate easily and orate smoothly. His ideas were revolutionary and rebellious but hidden in the shabby robes of common speech made eloquent.

You ask Obama to look people in the eye and say he is real. Most of us have moved past the ignorance that lets a car salesman convince us he is honest just because he says so. Jesus never said he was real, he never said who he was, he just let the people develop their own idea of who he was. He fed the hungry, in belly and spirit.

He needs to say it, without actually saying it from his mouth. He needs to show concrete examples of who he is, but without his hand doing the presentation. He needs to let the other hang himself while behaving heroically in trying to save the other. Actions speak louder than words because actions are concrete and words, they are just words – taken out of context, they can mean anything you want them to mean. It’s not any speech of ideas and opinion which will turn the tide, it’s action, and conversation based in reality which will turn off the color monitor and turn on our Hero detector.

“Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do with out.” “Use what you have instead of wanting what isn’t.” I got these “ideas” from my grandmother. The politician that does this, will win my heart and my vote.

Inspiration is Everyone’s Responsibility

Inspiration is misunderstood.

 

The misunderstanding manifests because the American Way is to commodify things — even when they aren’t meant to be commodified.  Making the beautiful banal.  The transformative trite. 

 

People mock inspirational cards or books as cheezy because, when they’re used to make a buck, the beautiful and transformative is squeezed out.  This process informs our understanding of all things inspirational.  Even presidential candidates.

 

The GOP has been extremely effective at squirting Cheez Whiz all over Barack Obama.  His recent month-long slide in the polls suggests that the cheez is sticking.  Obama’s eloquent pleas for a national common purpose are defined as shallow, so they clank off ears that should be open to the message.  The large crowds that he attracts are attributed to people “Drinking the Obama Kool-Aid.” As a result, many are resistant to join the cause for fear of appearing that they’ve been Jim Jones-ed.

 

But what the naysayers miss is the wisdom of action. Senator Obama’s life and words are helping people believe that their individual actions can change Our America for the good.  At a time when Bush’s America is changing so many peoples in lives for the worst.

 

Over the Labor Day weekend, I traveled from Los Angeles to Calera, a small town in Alabama, to visit my mother. Along the way, I asked people had they seen Obama’s Democratic National Convention speech on Thursday.  From the store clerk who sold me my New York Times in the Phoenix airport, to the elderly black Army veteran who sat in the seat in front of me, to the homeless man in a wheel chair I gave a dollar to outside of CVS Pharmacy when I returned to LA, the sense of excitement and hope that Citizen Obama elicits is undeniable.

 

Most importantly, this hope and excitement seems to be coupled with action.  I’ve talked to so many people of different backgrounds who are committing, not just their money, but their time and energy to knock on doors and make phone calls for a new America. They know that if a change is gonna come, it’s gonna come from the ground up.  From us.  That’s the real power of a Barack Obama presidency. It’ll help us love America enough to MAKE America love us back.  And give us a Kool-Aid smile that no naysayer can wipe away.

 

Obama doesn’t own inspiration, he just wants to loan it to us. So the question to ask yourself is, What action can I take that will inspire someone else to take action to create a better America?

inspiration ignites change. the true patriots know that america is far from perfect, but they want to change things and make it better. what i get from watching the republicans speak is that they are against any sort of change and that its best to bludgeon the rest of the world into accepting that our present way is the only way.

Michelle Obama does Cirque du Soleil

Michelle Obama could work for Cirque du Soleil.
As a tight rope walker … juggling media crosshairs, the family’s fried chicken dinner and her husband’s political aspirations … with one hand tied behind her back by the red ribbon on her Princeton diploma.

Ms. Obama’s Democratic National Conference speech was really a night-night-tuck-in bedtime story for Middle America. Her attempt to make The Heartland feel comfortable with two kids who worked hard, fell in love at Harvard and now parent children who can conjugate verbs.

A truly American story.

An inspiring story that’s so appealing it shouldn’t take a miraculous circus performance to elicit some love from her Middle American audience. But it does because Michelle Obama is black.

And so is her husband who also hopes to be America’s first black president.

The incredible irony of Ms. Obama’s speech was its subtle softening of the couple’s Ivy League education. It was a nod to the GOP’s effectiveness at tagging the Obamas as elitist, even though the tag is ludicrous given their collective backgrounds.

As a sidebar, let me pause to make a shocking revelation: Smart is Good.

Smart is good especially when you’d like to lead the most powerful country in the world. We’ve had almost eight years to experience the domestic and international impact of dumb people being in charge. Middle America should be hungry for what Joe Biden said that Barack Obama has to offer: Wisdom.

But the GOP version of elitist is just a code word for uppity. As in uppity nigger. A presumptuous black man who doesn’t know his place. Turning Barack’s much needed intelligence into a pejorative in the eyes of Middle America. That’s why Michelle was walking that tightrope with such skill. She knew that falling could help pave the way for four more years of dumb white men.

Well Michael, Michelle gave’em what they wanted — MORE INFO. The non-believers have said it over and over, “We just don’t know anything about HIM.” Like we’ve known the life story of every other Presidential candidate…

However, Michelle didn’t simply read from an autobiography — her relaxed yet tall stature stood at that podium and she very casually and eloquently relayed stories, anecdotes, memories from her past. I don’t think a future First Lady has ever done so well. She received accolades out the wa-zoo in return — even from some of the Republicans that they interviewed afterwards (which I couldn’t believe)!

There is no option of falling Michael. We can’t handle four more years of the same “dumb white men.” However, how do you feel about Biden next to Barack?

Michael, I’d take issue with one point. Where I come from we don’t see America as the most powerful nation in the world any longer. The last 8 years we’ve been transferring trillions of dollars to the middle east to pay more for our oil and while the US has allowed the banks to bankrupt the system (morally too) China is looking pretty darn strong. I think that’s something we all need to come to terms with.

Haydn et al…

This is a rude f@#$ing awakening. We are very arrogant here in the U.S., and it shouldn’t be shocking to us that we are no longer the golden child in everyone’s eyes.

I have recently been reading a book of letters that have been written as apologies to many people, organizations and entities that are owed an apology for the last 8 years of President Bush’s reign. The book is called Pardon My President, Ready-To-Mail Apologies for 8 years of George W. Bush.

These letters are so damn funny…but also very eye-opening…I highly recommend it.

Getting back to Michael’s point about dumb white men, I wanted to share one of the many gems that are in this book…

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Dear English Language,

Where does I begin? (Sorry, just trying to break the ice.)

No individual, with the possible exception of Larry the Cable Guy, has wronged you so profoundly. Injured you so audaciously. Wielded you with such a lack of profundity.

Many of George W. Bush’s seemingly endless verbal gaffes are, by now, known to most of the English-Speaking-World. There’s his timeless “is our children learning?” His show-stopping “misunderestimated” and “uninalienable rights.” And of course, his butchering of the old “fool me once, shame on you” axiom. Classics, all.

And let’s not forget the “nuke-u-ler” issue. Which raises some important questions:

As the de facto leader of the free world — with the fury of a nuke-u-ler arsenal at their fingertips — shouldn’t our presidents be held to a standard of linguistic excellence? At the very least, shouldn’t they be able to communicate effectively? If for no other reason than the fact that they’re supposed to represent the best of what America has to offer?

What’s a schoolchild supposed to think when the holder of our nation’s highest office has such poor speaking skills? Where’s the incentive to broaden one’s vocabulary if the verbally inept can become president? And for crying out loud, wasn’t George’s wife a librarian?!

God, I miss Dan Qualye.

Sinceriliously,

four more years of dumb white men!?! jesus michael!!! you left out about 230 years.

True…but wasn’t it lovely to once again feel proud of the people that lead our country after Joe Biden’s speech last night? No dumb white man there. How refreshing.

I can’t wait to see this campaign play out. Surely the Republican machine has met it’s match…

A Way Out of No Way

“If you keep your tail between your legs, nobody gonna step on it … but that ain’t no way to live. Got to make a way outta no way.”

–Turpentine Jake

Today, I attended a startling theatrical production called Turpentine Jake: A Story of Slavery in 1937 America.

The play chronicles the travails of Florida turpentine camp workers caught in the quick sand of debt peonage. A sinister system where blacks did back breaking labor for two weeks, only to find themselves, on pay day, in debt to their white bosses for three weeks salary. If they left the camp while in debt, they were hunted down by “wood’s riders”, brought back to camp, and made to work until the debt was paid off.

Which could be never.

It was the humanity of these characters that touched me so. Their love for each other under racialized financial pressure that could make a man sellout his Mama. Their willingness to judge whites as individuals at a place and time when blacks were routinely lumped into the all inclusive “nigra” category. Their determination to fight for their dignity. Even if it was a fight that could end in prison or death.

These were honorable black men in a dishonorable situation.

They reminded me of many of the black men I’m close to today. Men like Dwight Trible. Conney Williams. Norman Avery. Men who refute stereotypes about African American males by simply living their hard working lives. Lives built on integrity and courage. The kind of men that I wished more nonblack folk took the initiative to know.

Men like Turpentine Jake Hurd. A real man who worked in the turpentine camps for over 30 years before he escaped. His grandson, James Hurd researched his story and co-wrote (with Linda Bannister) a play that resurrected him. And reminded us that sometimes you got to make a way out of no way. Even after you’re dead.

You make a good point…and one that is oft forgotten in the world today — there is honor in living a simple life of integrity and courage. Of getting up every day and handling your responsibilities with no fanfare nor expectation of applause. There are so many people doing this in today’s world — throughout the world — whether they be black, white, brown, red or yellow. It behooves all of us to take a moment to scratch the surface of these people and unearth the treasure that lies beneath. I’m sure we could all learn a thing or two.

reminds me somewhat of the play ‘anna in the tropics.’ not exactly, but these all smack sorely of upton sinclair’s ‘the jungle.’ and with the disappearance of the middle class, we can be sure that many more turpentine stories are coming our way. great blog.

I’m White, I Promise

“I’m white, I’m white.”

This declaration brought me out of the trance that a good can book induce. I was reading at Tanner’s, my local coffee house in Playa Del Rey, a Southern California beach-community. It wasn’t just the words being spoken, but the beseeching, almost pleading, tone of the very brown man.

He was ordering his caffeinated beverage, when the friendly barista asked about his weekend. The brown man (who looked like a darker, thirtysomething, version of Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez) said he had just come from South America

“Is that where you’re from?” the curly-haired white barista said.

A slight panic arose in the brown man with curl-free black hair. He was annoyed. Defensive. It was clear this was not the first time he was answering this question.

“No, no, no … I was just traveling around. You know, in the sun alot. I get dark when I stay in the sun too long. No, no, I’m from here, I’m white, I’m white.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, sure,” the embarrassed barista said before ducking behind huge silvery cappuccino machine.

By this time, from my seat near the back wall, I was openly staring at the uncomfortable, agitated Hugo Dark. Studying the side of his dark brown face and brown arms dangling from his T-Shirt. Wincing, both at his denial, and reasons for it.

Tanning is a sport here along the SoCal beach communities. People religiously lay on their beach towels trying to out-do their friends in capturing a bit of exotica on their skin. Routinely, I see white people darker than my light brown knee caps. A temporary Race Tattoo

Yet, even a cursory knowledge of “color politics” around the globe (see: Egypt, Mexico, Venezuela, United States, ect.) leads to the awkward conclusion that darker peoples generally are massed in the lower level of societies. Which may explain the temporary nature of the Race Tattoo. Most American white folk know that being a permanent person of color simply comes with too many negative externalities. The flava-filled music and fashion choices, the spicy cuisines and charismatic slang usage is cool to dabble in, but not that other bullshit that comes when the tattoo ain’t temporary. As the socially-astute comedian Paul Mooney once said, “Everybody wants to be a nigger but no wants to be a nigger.”

If we had all been born blind, I wonder, with whom might we have fallen in love?

As colorblind as I believe myself to be, I will NEVER know what it feels like to live inside a color of skin that has me being judged before uttering a single word.

Something for the world to consider.

I couldn’t agree more with nonconformist. While I may blind some people with my glaringly white legs and long for creamy caramel-colored skin (that I have never been able to attain,) I will never know the “other side” of color.

Thanks for the story, Michael. Something to chew on…

Ah, I love the Tanner’s in Playa del Rey!

It is strange that we still cling to skin color as a major part of racial and cultural identity. With the technology we have available today, you’d think we’d be discriminating based on DNA-based susceptibility to heart disease or atomic weight or something.