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A bitter pill to swallow

In a piece in this month’s Atlantic, Nir Rosen offers a succinct, compelling argument for withdrawing U.S. troops from Iraq as soon…

In a piece in this month’s Atlantic, Nir Rosen offers a succinct, compelling argument for withdrawing U.S. troops from Iraq as soon as possible.

If the rationale for the U.S. presence is to do what’s good for the Iraqis, Rosen reminds us that most Iraqis — even the country’s Shia majority, increasingly a target of terror attacks — want foreign soldiers out of their country, and leaving would allow the Iraqi leadership to promote democracy without being branded collaborators. If the rationale is that withdrawing would embolden America’s enemies, Rosen points out that the insurgency is almost entirely a homegrown phenomenon, driven not by lust for global jihad but by nationalist resistance; it will dissipate without a foreign presence to rally against. If the rationale is that America must put an end to terrorism overseas, Rosen points out that terrorism thrives in a failed state like Iraq, where daily attacks on the occupiers and their perceived collaborators prevent the establishment of civil order. If the rationale is that Baghdad would fall if the troops leave, Rosen maintains that the stronger Shia and Kurdish armed forces would never allow the Sunni resistance to take over the city. And if the rationale is that Iraq would fall apart if America withdraws, Rosen notes that this is happening already: The presence of U.S. troops is encouraging civil war, and the best of the painful options that remain is to leave Iraq alone, allow the Kurds to secede, and give up the dream for now of a purely secular, human rights-loving, democratic paradise in Iraq.

It is a bitter pill to swallow. For one thing, many Americans genuinely want a positive outcome in Iraq, after thousands of lives and billions of dollars have been expended in the name of liberation. They want, above all, an end to the violence. To leave with such uncertainty still looming over Iraq may seem like a defeat. But it is nonetheless the right thing to do. Perhaps the French had similar uncertainties after they helped the Americans vanquish the British at Yorktown: Why not stay for a few decades more, help the Americans with their terrorist problem in the western Indian lands, prevent the fractious new government from falling apart, and protect French interests across the continent? But the French chose to leave, and the American experiment in democracy survived.

For those of us who care about the rights of women and minorities, it would be preferable if Iraq became a truly secular nation, with protections for those groups that are typically oppressed under fundamentalist governments. With stability the most pressing concern in Iraq, that may be too much to demand right now. But this does not mean that progress will never come. America has spent more than three centuries extending the rights of white, Christian, male property owners to a wider circle; perhaps Iraq deserves some time to make a similar transition on its own. With any luck, the example of other countries will move it quickly along that path. But in any case, democracy means allowing the people to decide for themselves what they want. Until America’s troops leave, the Iraqis will never really have that chance.

Victor Tan Chen

Victor Tan Chen is In The Fray's editor in chief and the author of Cut Loose: Jobless and Hopeless in an Unfair Economy. Site: victortanchen.com | Facebook | Twitter: @victortanchen

 

Mr. Miyagi remembered

In today’s New York Times, Lawrence Downes scrutinizes the legacy of Pat Morita, the Japanese American actor best known for playing…

In today’s New York Times, Lawrence Downes scrutinizes the legacy of Pat Morita, the Japanese American actor best known for playing the role of sensei to a barely pubescent Ralph Macchio in Karate Kid:

The movie and TV industry has never had many roles for Asian-American men, and it seemed for a while that they all went to Mr. Morita. He made his debut as “Oriental No. 2” in “Thoroughly Modern Millie” in 1967 and never stopped working. He hit two peaks — as Arnold the diner owner on TV’s “Happy Days” and the wise old Mr. Miyagi in the “Karate Kid” movies — and spent the rest of nearly 40 years roaming an endless forest of bit parts.

He was Mahi Mahi, the pidgin-talking cabby in “Honeymoon in Vegas,” Lamont Sanford’s friend Ah Chew in “Sanford and Son,” Brian the waiter in “Spy Hard,” Chin Li the Chinese herbalist in “The Karate Dog.”

Whenever a script called for a little Asian guy to drive a taxi, serve drinks or utter wise aphorisms in amusingly broken English, you could count on Mr. Morita to be there.

Those who knew Mr. Morita say he was a man of uncommon decency and good humor. He fulfilled the actor’s prime directive, to keep busy.

But it’s distressing to think that the life’s work of one of the best-known, hardest-working Asian-American actors is mostly a loose collection of servile supporting roles.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Born to migrant farmworkers in California and confined to an internment camp in Arizona during World War II, Morita decided to become a stand-up comic and actor at a time when Hollywood was “interested only in the stock Asian,” Downes writes. Little changed during Morita’s lifetime:

Harold Sakata played Oddjob in “Goldfinger” and was typecast as a mute brute forever after. Philip Ahn played houseboys and villains for decade upon decade.

Some actors — well, a couple — broke out, like George Takei, Mr. Sulu in “Star Trek” [who recently broke another taboo by publicly acknowledging he was gay], and Jack Soo on “Barney Miller.” B.D. Wong’s role on “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit” is a major improvement, but it will be a long, long time before we erase the memory of the bucktoothed, jabbering Mickey Rooney in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” or Sidney Toler as Charlie Chan.

Watch Rob Schneider play Ula, a leering Hawaiian in the Adam Sandler movie “50 First Dates,” with a pidgin accent by way of Cheech and Chong, and you get the sense that Hollywood still believes that there is no ethnic caricature a white actor can’t improve upon.

Actually, Rob Schneider is hapa, or half-Asian — his mother is Filipina. I’m not sure if that extra sliver of “authenticity” makes his racial buffoonery any better — or just more depressing.

But lately there have been some promising developments on the Asian American cinema front, thanks in part to the growing visibility of new Asian American directors like Justin Lin (Better Luck Tomorrow) and Eric Byler (Charlotte Sometimes). Last night I saw Saving Face, by first-time director Alice Wu, a film that is at once a lesbian love story, an intergenerational Asian American tale of culture clash, and a comedy of manners — all the while playing with genres and conventions to create something uniquely heartfelt, universal, and funny. I recommend you see it, if anything just to gape at Joan Chen’s brilliance as a comedic actor (or just to gape at her, I guess).

As for Morita, we may yet see a different side of the late actor in Only the Brave. This film — now in search of a distributor — tells from an Asian American viewpoint the story of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team, a Japanese American unit whose families were held in the government’s internment camps but who nevertheless fought valiantly for their country in World War II. Judged by its size and length of service, the so-called “Purple Heart Battalion” is the most decorated unit in U.S. military history. Morita plays a Buddhist priest imprisoned in Hawaii after the Pearl Harbor attacks.

Of course, Morita will probably always be remembered, with genuine fondness, as Mr. Miyagi, that ever-upbeat font of fortune cookie wisdom and helpful car-waxing tips. But hopefully younger generations will place Morita in the context of his times and also appreciate the pioneer he was — and the actor he could not be.

Victor Tan Chen

Victor Tan Chen is In The Fray's editor in chief and the author of Cut Loose: Jobless and Hopeless in an Unfair Economy. Site: victortanchen.com | Facebook | Twitter: @victortanchen

 

A Rosa Parks for the Patriot Act

Deborah Davis was riding the bus to work in Denver, Colorado, this past September, when security guards boarded the bus and requested identification from the passengers. When Ms. Davis refused, she was arrested by federal police, charged with federal criminal misdemeanors, and told that she had to show identification to the police whenever it was requested, “even if it was in a Wal-mart.”

What’s the catch? The bus Ms. Davis rode to work daily crossed through the Denver Federal Center, where a collection of low-security government administration buildings (such as the Veteran’s Administration) is located. The American Civil Liberties Union of Colorado has taken her case and will represent her, along with a private firm, at her arraignment on December 9th; her supporters have created a website championing her cause as an example of the federal government’s infringement of civil rights following 9/11.

Ms. Davis no longer commutes to work via the bus she was arrested on, but her case is eerily reminiscent of bus searches and privileged seating in our nation’s not-so-distant past. December 9th is merely the arraignment in what will no doubt be a long and drawn-out judicial process, but the eventual outcome of Ms. Davis’ case will reflect the extent to which the judiciary will check the federal government’s power.

Laura Louison

 

Quote of note

“In light of such teaching … the church, while profoundly respecting the persons in question, cannot admit to the seminary or to holy orders those who practice homosexuality, present deep-seated homosexual tendencies or support the so-called ‘gay culture,’” although the church differentiates homosexuals from those for whom homosexual tendencies “were only the expression of a transitory problem — for example, that of an adolescence not yet superseded.”

— the Vatican’s statement, published today, regarding gays in the clergy.  

Those who fall into the latter category may be admitted into the clergy, but “such tendencies must be clearly overcome at least three years before ordination to the diaconate.”

Mimi Hanaoka

  

 

The trouble with Hitler

The evil of Nazism was so totalizing that we’ve been collectively struggling ever since to imagine how so many people could be led down such a dark path and how best to make the person we disagree with at the cocktail party seem like someone who hides a pair of slick, Swastika-heeled jackboots under his or her bed.

There have been many attempts to try and impose explanatory frameworks upon Hitler, attributing his actions to everything from childhood abuse to my personal favorite, the failed artist theory. If only Hitler had been given undeserved recognition for his crappy watercolors, then he could have sublimated his genocidal tendencies. Under this theory, art schools should admit everyone who applies lest they turn away someone whose only two life choices are serial strangler or sculptor.

Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato tackle the thorny underwear drawer of Hitler in their documentary, Hidden Hitler.  Barbato and Bailey attempt to build the case that Hitler was homosexual through stories of trench warfare blowjobs, a hidden rap sheet where Hitler tried to score some public action, and even tales of Hitler renting out his money-maker to randy old guys. The problem in isolating Hitler’s sexuality for analysis comes from the fact that, when it comes to minorities, questions of individual psychology have a way of morphing into group conjecture. Throughout Hidden Hitler, a hazy line between exploring a hot-button historical issue and attributing homosexuality to Hitler’s broader pathologies gets inadvertently crossed.  Though it’s certainly intriguing to examine topics that might have been avoided for political reasons, it’s also irresponsible to take an unproven claim and thread that assertion back into a portrait of Hitler’s unknowable motivations.  

The anecdotal evidence does indeed pile up, leaving one to wonder if Hitler perhaps liked man-on-man action when he wasn’t busy keeping the death trains on time.  But the question ultimately won’t be the talisman that unlocks Hitler’s sociopathic rule any more than the genocide can be reduced to German nationalism or to some adolescent bully trauma involving a Jewish kid who took Hitler’s lunch money.  Despite all the potential paths of exploration, it seems to me that the crucial duty of any filmmaker is to make sure that in the end, the viewer understands that all the forces that may have colluded in creating a certain personality environment do not exonerate the most crucial factor in Hitler’s personal history:  his ability to make choices, truly evil and abominable ones.  

 

Vile statistics

Americans are a fat lot. Given Americans’ collective chubbiness and the painfully high price of gas, one would think that Americans would be waddling towards a healthier and more sustainable mode of transport.  But no.

Bill Gifford, an Outside magazine correspondent, chronicled his attempt, inspired by a holiday to Holland, to exchange his car for the bicycle for a while. To Gifford’s horror, he discovered that Americans use the bicycle for a meager one percent of all their trips, compared to a robust 30 percent amongst the Dutch.

The argument for environmentally conscious and sustainable living is apparently failing to steer Americans away from cars and towards public transport and bicycles.  Perhaps a more grotesque and immediate statistic will urge Americans to think again; the American Obesity Association, citing research from the CDC and the NIH, reports that 30.5 percent of American adults over the age of 20 are obese; the number jumps up to 64.5 percent for the simply overweight. If only for the sake of their health, Americans might consider tapering down car use.    

Mimi Hanaoka

  

 

’Tis the season …

... to get greedy, reports The Scotsman:Police arrested a man at a Wal-Mart in Orlando, Florida, after…

… to get greedy, reports The Scotsman:

Police arrested a man at a Wal-Mart in Orlando, Florida, after he allegedly jumped a queue to buy a bargain notebook computer and was wrestled to the ground. Shoppers at another Wal-Mart store, in Texas, complained that a security guard used pepper spray when scuffles broke out….

A crowd of shoppers sparked a melee in the rush for the new Xbox 360 video game console at a Wal-Mart store in north-east Maryland, and it took 10 police officers to restore order….

Some customers were knocked down and trampled, though there were no serious injuries. Then Wal-Mart decided to cancel the sale and police ordered everyone to leave.

In western Michigan’s Cascade Township, a woman fell as dozens of people rushed into a store for the 5am opening and several stepped on her.

When the rush ended, the woman and a 13-year-old girl suffered minor injuries.

Put an end to the senseless violence. Support Buy Nothing Day. Because an Xbox 360 is a terrible thing to be trampled for.

Victor Tan Chen

Victor Tan Chen is In The Fray's editor in chief and the author of Cut Loose: Jobless and Hopeless in an Unfair Economy. Site: victortanchen.com | Facebook | Twitter: @victortanchen

 

Honoring sacrifice

Michael Kinsley, in Friday’s Washington Post: The longer the war goes on,…

Michael Kinsley, in Friday’s Washington Post:

The longer the war goes on, the more Americans, “allies” and Iraqis will die. That is not a slam-dunk argument for ending this foreign entanglement. But it is worth keeping in mind while you try to decide whether American credibility or Iraqi prosperity or Middle East stability can justify the cost in blood and treasure. And don’t forget to factor in the likelihood that the war will actually produce these fine things.

The last man or woman to die in any war almost surely dies in vain: The outcome has been determined, if not certified. And he or she might die happier thinking that death came in a noble cause that will not be abandoned. But if it is not a noble cause, he or she might prefer not to die at all. Stifling criticism that might shorten the war is no favor to American soldiers. They can live without that kind of “respect.”

Instead of focusing on this important question — whether the goals of “American credibility or Iraqi prosperity or Middle East stability” are worth the war’s financial and human cost — our nation’s leaders seem obsessed with appearances. Does criticism of the war in Iraq hurt the morale of American soldiers? Does photographing the coffins of soldiers killed in action undermine public support for the war? Do revelations of prisoner abuse damage the popularity of the U.S. military abroad? Does voting for the war back then and voting for a withdrawal now endanger my reelection chances in 2006?

Does pulling the soldiers out now disrespect the sacrifice of those who have already died in Iraq?

Our leaders tend to dwell on superficial problems. The release of damaging reports, and not the reported situation. The appearance of flip-flopping, and not the circumstances that have changed. The deference paid to sacrifice, and not the sacrifice itself.

Rather than spending so much time on symbols and slogans, we might find it more helpful to deal with realities. Respect, after all, tends to last longer when it is rooted in the real world and not artful illusions. A good leader knows that the best way to show respect for those under his or her charge is making fair, honest, and informed decisions — not pandering to them, not savaging critics, not wishing bad news away.

The decision to stay or leave Iraq cannot be made lightly, pushed along by either the inertia of poll numbers or the incitement of insults like “coward.” It deserves a fair, honest, and informed debate in Congress.

That would be the best way to honor the sacrifice of those who have died.

Victor Tan Chen

Victor Tan Chen is In The Fray's editor in chief and the author of Cut Loose: Jobless and Hopeless in an Unfair Economy. Site: victortanchen.com | Facebook | Twitter: @victortanchen

 

Capote is this year’s Ray … and more

In the film Capote, Philip Seymour Hoffman, as writer Truman Capote, vocalizes the film’s theme by comparing himself to killer Perry Smith — one of the subjects of his seminal book In Cold Blood: “It’s as if Perry and I grew up in the same house. And one day he went out the back door and I went out the front.”  The film, based on the acclaimed biography of the same name by Gerald Clarke, is about a fierce, uncontrollable need for recognition and how two seemingly opposites are connected by a self-destruction rooted in childhood trauma that seems almost fateful.

Much like Jamie Foxx’s uncanny portrayal of Ray Charles in last year’s Ray, Mr. Hoffman not only embodies Truman Capote’s physical nature but incredibly shines light on the inner psyche of a writer whose exterior mannerisms and unique voice are rooted in popular culture.  I was stunned when half way through the film I realized I was watching an actor portraying a real person and not simply the man himself — like watching a very expensive home movie.  Capote has been out of the collective consciousness for quite some time, but for those of us who remember watching him on such 70s talk shows as Merv Griffin, Hoffman’s Capote is probably more accurate than the caricature Capote himself played for the cameras.

Unlike Ray, screenwriter Dan Futterman and director Bennett Miller, lifelong friends with Hoffman, did not make a simple biopic but rather a Shakespearean drama about how opposites attract…and collide.  The always lovely and amazing Catherine Keener portrays Nelle Harper Lee, Capote’s boyhood friend who became his assistant during the research for the book In Cold Blood — the subject of the film – shortly before her own novel, To Kill A Mockingbird, was published to great acclaim.  Keener’s Lee is less a character in the film and more the conscience of Truman Capote and a way for him to connect to the real world represented in this case by the small Kansas farming community where the murders of the Clutter family took place.

Every character in Capote, from the killers (Clifton Collins, Jr. and Mark Pelligrino) to the Kansas investigator Alvin Dewey (Chris Cooper) to Capote’s lifelong companion Jack Dunphy (Bruce Greenwood) seems to have a bipolar, love-hate relationship with the writer of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and like that book’s main character, Holly Golightly, it’s difficult to hate him even with all of his unflattering, self-centered, and hurtful traits.  Capote was adept at manipulation, convincing killers, investigators, townspeople, and his closest friends that he was sincere, but in the end, his own dysfunctional desire to be the life of the party led to his own self-destruction.  Like a Muslim fundamentalist, Truman Capote was instrumental in his own grandiose demise by strapping on his book In Cold Blood like a suicide bomb, blowing his life to pieces while at the same time establishing a new form of literature — the nonfiction novel.  From the moment his book was finished, it was the beginning of a slow death that took twenty years to come about.  At his death from alcoholism in 1984, he was only a shadow of the genius writer who invented a new literary style and personified the New York elite.  It was as if he jumped into his own unfinished manuscript and became one of his lonely characters whose only desire is for someone to pat them on the back and tell them they’ve done a great job.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman is a shoe-in for an Academy Award nomination, and perhaps the film will garner some as well.  If you’re looking for escapism, Capote isn’t the film for you, but if you want a well-crafted, well-acted character study without all the bells and whistles Hollywood throws at us most of the time, you’ll be greatly satisfied.

Rich Burlingham