MAILBAG: Re: Killing is fun

Lt. Gen. James Mattis? See: “Killing is fun.”

An absolute disgrace, rotten to the Corps, and totally unbecoming behavior as a representative of the entire United States military both past and present to the eyes of the rest of the world!

By the time the DOD’s Office of Misinformation is done spinning the what and the why this once fine, upstanding, gung-ho leatherneck said, he’ll come out looking like Audie Murphy … But the only problem with that is the fact that unlike a true, humble hero like Audie, the only shots this Gen. Mattis has taken in the last 10 years were shots in the martini mixer that his unfortuanate personal footstool of a Sgt. Major had to operate…

Give me the likes of a real straight-shooting Marine like double Congressional Medal of Honor Recipient Major General Smedley Darlington Butler, who spoke the truest words ever uttered about war: “War is a Racket!”

Tiny Bulldog
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Oceanside, California
tiny_bulldog@hotmail.com

 

The politics of pastels

During a recent trip I rediscovered color across the pond.

When I went to Dakar, Senegal, I didn’t expect to merge into the culture. I knew something would remind me that I am an African American, not an African.

I didn’t expect that something would be eye shadow.

It happened on the first weekend. I stood in the door of my guest house, watching people headed to a wedding reception on the roof. It was easy to tell who had organized the affair. A group of women wore identical hot pink cotton blouses and skirts sewn in the traditional Senegalese style. They had coordinated their makeup, too. Their eye shadow and even their lipstick were as pink as their clothes.

I was stunned. In America, black women don’t wear colors like that.

We wear earth tones, deep golds and coppers, maybe a silver occasionally as a highlight. We outline our eyes with a black or brown pencil, or perhaps navy-blue if we’re adventurous. But bright pastels aren’t our colors. They belong to the white women whose skin supposedly provides a better palette for such tints.

So there I stood, an ocean away from home, in a place I hoped would provide a refuge from the burden of race. Instead, I was once again confronting the fact that race colored my most mundane decisions: the makeup I bought, the colors I chose for my clothes.

African Americans have always had an ambivalent relationship with color. We love so-called high-effect hues like red, orange and purple. But Eurocentric society used our affection as proof of our inherent inferiority. They claimed the colors we loved were “loud” and jarring. In a bid for acceptance, many blacks abandoned bright colors for a paler, more acceptable palette.

Both men and women got the message. I’m old enough to remember when my father wouldn’t wear anything red because he was convinced that he was way too dark for such a bright color.

And that is one reason why my own closet is a paint box. I wear warm colors like oranges and peaches, accented with an occasional beige or cream. My blouses and dresses do more than compliment my complexion. They symbolize my insistence that I will not compromise my identity in order to fit into a society that, quite frankly, views people like me with disdain.

The Senegalese women, however, were much less self-conscious than I. No one had told them that certain shades of eye shadow and make-up should be reserved for whites, or that wearing certain colors confirms and reinforces white society’s stereotypes about blacks.

Why would those issues even come up? White folks are barely a presence in Senegal. During the two weeks I stayed in the Dakar, I could count the whites I saw on one hand. Even the generic images I saw on billboards and in advertisements were of black people.

No, the women I was watching didn’t need the us-them division that had ordered my life. They don’t have to wonder whether the brightness of their clothes or the style of their hair would be used to bar their economic and social progress.

So they wore eye shadow in eye-popping colors: a blue so bright and pure, it seemed to be pulled from the cloudless sky that greeted me each morning; a green that reminded me of the Granny Smith apples I’d bought before I left the United States.

I smiled as I watched these beautiful women running up and down the stairs. Theirs wasn’t a style I would imitate, but it was a point of view I could appreciate.

In that moment, I began to get what I wanted most from my visit to Africa: the freedom of being in a place where nothing seemed to refer to race — not even the make-up.

 

The panhandler lottery

Walking through Nairobi with a gift to share can change your life even more than the child begging for money.

Chris Verrill is the author of the international travel biography Is For Good Men To Do Nothing. This is an excerpt from the book where he leaps into the fray to see the world post-September 11.

Chris Verrill and friend in Khurasan refugee camp Pakistan.

Upon my leaving home in the United States, bound for my volunteer mission in the Afghan refugee camps in the frontier province of Pakistan, my high school friend Linda snuck me a bon voyage card. I’d say she gave it to me, but in truth she sort of squirreled it into my possession as I was saying goodbye. Like many people in my life, in the card she wished me well in my travels. Here’s the kicker, which others didn’t do: She enclosed $58. A $50  bill and eight singles. What was I supposed to do with $58?

Linda wrote that I should use the cash for two purposes. One, I should order a really good meal and think of her when I did. Thanks. I appreciate that.

Two, and more importantly, I should “ease someone’s suffering.”

Linda, aware of the immense poverty in the developing countries I’d be traveling in wanted to do something, anything, to help. By proxy through me, she strove to do her part to make the world a better place. I tell you, here’s someone do-gooder humanitarians can be proud of.

In addition to the $50 bill, Linda said, “I am also enclosing all of the ones I have for you to give to any woman or child you find having to beg for survival.” This is anathema to my way of thinking. Anathema to my modus operandi for supporting those in need.

Although many people give street beggars their spare change, a nickel or a dime or so, I long ago resolved to support non-profit organizations generously, but not to encourage or be subjected to panhandling. There are more intelligent means of supporting those in need than handing out a few cents or a few schillings to someone who holds out a quivering hand. If everyone in the world supported non-profits and followed my lead, no one would need to beg on the streets. But that’s my soapbox.

In deference to Linda’s request, however, I made a decision. I would make an exception to my rule and honor my friend’s intentions. What was I getting myself into?

Just like every other day

I start leisurely walking down the main drag in downtown Nairobi, Kenya, one of my stopovers on my way to Pakistan and Afghanistan.

This late afternoon, like many afternoons before it, I stroll along the streets of Nairobi. Today specifically, I walk four crowded blocks from my hotel to another hotel with an ex-pat bar and a band playing “The Tennessee Waltz.” I know what’s coming. I just know it. I prepare for it in a way that would surely surprise someone.

I continue to stroll.

Linda’s bon voyage card tucked into my book du jour, I head out. Knowing full well, as a Caucasian with a presumably affluent face, what this meant for Kenya’s poverty-stricken. Safe and probably not too secure in my book, the card sticks out an inch or two or three beyond the pages. I’m not paying attention to the card, let alone the cash it encloses.

Stroll, saunter. The sidewalk is crowded. People bustling about. Buildings rising six or seven stories above the thronging masses.

The average Kenyan earns $200 per year. As per my lifelong friend’s instructions, I clutch three months’ wages in my hand. I say “lifelong friend” for, while I know others better, Linda and her brother and I go all the way back to high school. Maui High School, which Linda and I graduated from in 1982, has a, shall we say, less than stellar academic record.

I weave in and out of the other pedestrians.

My stepfather graduated from Maui High School, too. Surprisingly, given the time lapse, we had the same biology teacher. That biology teacher was quite surprised — no, shocked would be a better word — that my stepfather, who was a delinquent in high school, could have a geeky, intellectual stepson like me. Mr. Biology Teacher referred to all his students as Mr. Insert-First-Name-Here.

Saunter.

He must have rubbed off on me. I don’t know how much biology I learned, but to this day I have an affectation of referring to people as Mr. Bob or Ms. Jane. But back then, I was Mr. Chris, and I am confident Linda was Ms. Linda.

Maui High School, with a college attendance rate lower than a blade of grass, must have produced a few good nuts. I mean Linda, not me. My sister is now the intelligent one in my family. Let me establish that. OK? Got it?

Walk and weave some more. Scan the oncoming crowd.

But the academic rigor (a word which many Maui High students would have to look up) leaves a lot to be desired. I say this knowing that my baby sister transferred out of Maui High. Oh yes, some of it was her own doing, that rotten bugger, but some of it is attributed to the environment of the school. I say this knowing that a friend of mine, who I spent lots of time with in high school but have barely spoken to since, is now, bless him, a teacher at Maui High School. Knowing him, I bet he’s a very popular and respected teacher.

But as I’m sure he and other educators would argue, high school is what the student makes of it. Fair enough. But there are many kids on the margin. Those kids get left behind in a program that doesn’t have the resources to help them. I won’t jump on the education soapbox now, but suffice it to say, I think a quarter of the kids will flourish even in a bad environment. Another quarter of the kids will fail even in a good environment. The remaining half, people like my baby sister, are up for grabs. That’s where a solid education system makes a difference. My statistics — quarter/quarter/half — may or may not be accurate, but the principle is very accurate.

And for all you legislators out there, remember it. Investing in education, as Thomas Jefferson would say, is the best investment any community can ever make.

You know it. I know it.

Glance at the faces of children living on the street.

All right, I said I wouldn’t get on my soapbox and I did. But I minimized it. Believe me, I could have gone on and on about the importance of education in a free and democratic society.

So, where was I? Ah yes, sauntering down the main drag of Nairobi, Kenya, Africa. Clasped in my grubby paws, a well-intentioned greeting card. Enclosed in the card is $58 in U.S. greenbacks — three months’ wages for the average Kenyan. Perhaps more than the average beggar on the street collects in an entire year.

Saunter.

Stroll.

Saunter some more. That rip in my jeans has gotten bigger.

It’s bound to happen.

It happens all time. Today won’t be any exception.

Stroll along, with purpose, card-carrying book swaying in my hand.

Sure enough, the inevitable happens. A little girl, perhaps about six years old — big pleading eyes, scraggly hair, dirty, torn clothes, and desperate demeanor — clutches my hand. Not letting go of my hand, seizing it like a line to a better life, she follows me. Like either a con artist who has mastered her craft or child in genuine need, she clasps my hand, weaving with me in and out of hundreds of other pedestrians, yet not releasing her grip on me, unrelenting with her pleading. In Swahili, I presume; I don’t know. I don’t understand her spoken language. Her physical language, however, was universal.

Walk, walk.

Pleading for about 20 paces. Thirty paces. I don’t really know. Forty.

“Please, mister,” she pleads in English. She wants a schilling. Half a schilling. Anything. More hand-to-mouth motions as if to say, “Is food such a bad thing to ask for?”

I don’t want to break my own no-panhandling code. I don’t want to teach this child that panhandling is a worthwhile option.

Keep walking. Eyes straight ahead as usual. Almost.

Except this time, instead of eyes straight ahead, I look. At her. At her pleading face. More importantly, I look around.

Ah, that’s what I’m looking for.

My stomach knots to see it. But as I suspected, there it is. A little boy. Clearly her younger brother. A not-so-old woman. Clearly her mother. The mother staring at me. Watching her child. Successful con artist or someone genuinely in need? The boy hurries to catch up. I’ve established Linda’s required parameters.

“Ease someone’s suffering,” she instructed. “Any woman or child you find having to beg for survival.”

If this doesn’t fit, my heart doesn’t know what does. I figures she satisfies Linda’s requirement for whom she wanted her donation to go to.

I stop.

Walking no more. Nairobi’s thronging masses maneuvering around me and a homeless girl in tattered clothes — a little girl who still has not released her grip on my hand.

Holding my breath, I open my book. Removing Linda’s card — everything: the envelope, Linda’s personal note to me, and the $58 — I hand it to her. At this point I speak the only words I ever spoke to her.

“This is from my friend,” I say.

I quickly, hastily, maybe perhaps guiltily, resume my focused walk down the crowded sidewalk toward the expat hotel. “The Tennessee Waltz” would sound good, grounding, comforting right about now.

I mean, who am I to think this pretentious act was even at all significant? Pious? I don’t know. Pompous? I don’t know. Perhaps there’s a fine line between the two. This gift, this — I don’t know what to call it, but gift is not at all right — violated my no-panhandling credo. It was a good deed yet a bad deed.

Or, more accurately, perhaps it just wasn’t as good a deed as I hoped it should be.

The six-year-old in the tattered clothes looks confused. When I hand her the envelope, for the first time she releases her death grip on my hand. But you could see the confusion in her. A schilling she would have recognized as success. I’ll wager my lunch she would have recognized a dollar or even a euro as success.

But there she stands, befuddled, her prey for the afternoon walking away purposefully, with an envelope in her hand. An envelope?

I just walk on. “The Tennessee Waltz” is calling my name. Anything to get me away from this child I had – I want to say “helped,” but that really sounds too arrogant. Away from this child whose panhandling habit I had in a lottery-like fashion significantly encouraged.

Besides, I have to keep walking. She presumably digs into the envelope. I don’t know. I don’t look back.

I firmly believe that true kindness is anonymous and doesn’t require acknowledgement.

It certainly doesn’t require gratitude.

When she gets the card open she’ll recognize the George Washingtons, I’m sure. But Ulysses S. Grant? Who’s that?

The personal note on the personal card to me from my old high school friend will probably be lost on her. That’s okay. That wasn’t Linda’s objective. But I hope, as I’m sure Linda does, that this unfortunate girl’s life for the next little while will be a tad better. Even if she can’t read the card or understand Linda’s motive in having me do what I did, I hope she benefits from my old friend’s generosity.

Ten seconds later, the little boy, her brother, chases me down and unsuccessfully attempts to grab my hand.

“Can I be your friend?” he boldly asks.  

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Taking sides on prostitution

A Berkeley initiative fails at the polls, but succeeds in drawing attention to the sex work debate.

Berkeley residents defeated Measure Q, in part, because of fears that an increase in prostitution would result, adding to unsavory detritus in the neighborhood.

Scarlot Harlot, a self-proclaimed “unrepentant whore, activist and artist,” sauntered into the Missouri Lounge on November 2 looking more like a patriotic Scarlet O’Hara on a tempestuous Saturday night. Joining sex workers and friends to await election returns inside the saloon-esqe Berkeley venue, Harlot sported an American-flag-turned-18th-century-period gown that swayed playfully over white knee-high boots.

Otherwise known as Carol Leigh, Harlot was energized by the buzz of election night, occasionally turning her attention from the blare of Led Zeppelin’s “Houses of the Holy” to watch a televised U.S. map gradually cloak itself in Republican red. Yet, while voters in the historically left-leaning city of Berkeley slumped their heads as swing states bent toward re-election, Leigh had reasons to celebrate: Measure Q, a local initiative that would have made prostitution the lowest police priority, managed to re-ignite a highly publicized debate surrounding the world’s oldest profession — a dialogue that continued despite the initiative’s defeat.    

“I am so miserable about the state of this nation,” said Leigh, her glittery magenta-coated lips smirking in disapproval. “But tonight I could not be happier. This is a huge milestone in the history of prostitution in America. People have begun to accept us as sex workers.”

Leigh is a member of the Berkeley-based Sex Workers Outreach Project (SWOP), the outspoken prostitutes’ rights group that served as the political mouthpiece for the Measure Q crusade. Arguably one of the more provocative issues on the Berkeley ballot, Measure Q was rejected on election day by a nearly two-to-one margin. But for Leigh and SWOP members, there was a larger victory in growing awareness of sex work.

“In this day and age, I believe the most important thing to end the stigma and oppression of women in the sex industry is to decriminalize prostitution,” said Robyn Few, a 46 year-old former prostitute and executive director of SWOP. “Measure Q was never a failure because it put the word out there, had it circulating in the media and thriving in the form of national dialogue.”

Residents on both sides

In June 2004, Few, a charming, energetic Kentucky native, helped put Measure Q on the November ballot after collecting 3,200 signatures, well more than the required 2,100 to qualify as a city initiative. The symbolic measure was known as the Angel Initiative, named for Angel Lopez, a San Francisco transgendered prostitute murdered in 1993. Measure Q could not repeal laws against prostitution at a citywide level, but would have instructed city officials to lobby the state legislature for the decriminalization of prostitution and to require from local police a semi-annual report of prostitution-related law enforcement activity.

A teenage runaway, Few was standing up for herself long before launching the decriminalization campaign in October 2003. She turned to exotic dance and prostitution to pay the bills before getting convicted in June 2002 on one federal count of conspiracy to promote prostitution. Few received six months house arrest with electronic monitoring and three years probation. Outraged by what she saw as a total lack of protection and rights for prostitutes, she began pushing Measure Q while under confinement.  

“Without being arrested, I would’ve hidden behind closed doors, but I chose to speak out and fight back,” said Few, who on election night had donned a black suit with a “Smoke Bush in 2004” bumper sticker stuck to her bum. “We’ve rekindled a fire smoldering, re-sparked a flame and provoked a very important issue in the Bay Area. The world is watching; this is not just about Berkeley.”

But on November 2, Measure Q was about Berkeley — particularly among voters in District 2, where most of the city’s prostitution takes place on San Pablo Avenue. A heavily trafficked north-south corridor that cuts through the city’s sprawling residential and commercial districts, San Pablo Avenue is also the city’s red-light district. When night falls, this concrete pocket is often littered with hypodermic needles, used condoms and abandoned liquor bottles — unsightly byproducts that, according to many South Berkeley and bordering West Oakland residents, would have become more common had Measure Q passed.  

Laura Menard, who moved to South Berkeley 23 years ago, said Measure Q’s laissez faire policy would have aggravated already-existing social ills. She had heard that prostitution and heroin use were “rampant” near her house from 1973 into the 80s, and described the nearby park as littered with needles and unsafe for her two kids when they were growing up.

Yet District 2 resident Rachon Harris, who says there are so many prostitutes in his neighborhood that they’re “like streetlights,” supported Measure Q because he believed prostitution deserved a low priority with police. Leaning against the Rosa Parks Environmental Science Magnet School building, his black baseball cap hung low, Harris said prostitution is a choice. Getting pulled over because of the color of his skin, however, is not.

“We have more important issues here like guns on the streets, the crooked police, racial profiling, domestic violence, and homelessness,” said Harris, each sentence punctuated with a fist against his palm. “The police shouldn’t have to worry about johns and sex.”

Though his support was not mirrored by the city at large, backers of Measure Q said they are not discouraged. Carol Stuart, co-author of San Francisco’s “Equal Benefits Ordinance,” said although those who voted against Measure Q feared losing their neighborhoods to hookers and johns, Measure Q forced the city council to address the needs of sex workers for the first time.

“Prostitution is an issue that divides households,” Stuart said. “But we want an end to prohibition; we’re bringing sex work out of the darkness and into the light of day. The threat of arrest and criminal status of their work is hindering women from access to basic human rights.”  

For Berkeley voter Dafney Blanca Dabach, the criminal status of prostitutes is what swayed her vote for Measure Q. Although she thought the initiative sounded more like a college paper — poorly written and ideological — she ultimately supported the measure after she heard about a woman who could not find a job because of her prostitution-related criminal record.

“The weight of a criminal record makes it harder for women who are poor and vulnerable to transition out of prostitution; it hinders them from finding other forms of legitimate work,” Dabach said. “Instead of worrying whether Berkeley will become a haven for prostitutes, we should ask why prostitutes are considered criminals.”

Dabach’s friend disagreed. Adrian Bankhdad argued that prostitutes in Berkeley are “women who are often addicted to crack, not in control of themselves and degrade themselves for a fix.” What they need, he said, “is not a measure that will reduce the stigma of prostitution; they need positive intervention from the legal system.” Bankhdad, who voted against the measure, was among the 64.2 percent of voters who opposed decriminalization.  

“Berkeley made the right decision to vote for what is best for their city and for our most fragile citizens,” said Nara Dahlbacka, the campaign coordinator for the Committee Against Measure Q. “People in Berkeley want to be groundbreaking and progressive, but are not going to go for a knee-jerk reaction, which is what Measure Q was.”

Members of SWOP gather at a local tavern after putting up door hangers in Berkeley.

Feminists for and against

But for Ron Weitzer, a George Washington University sociology professor, Measure Q’s defeat does not indicate failure for the legalization campaign. At the minimum, he said, the initiative triggered thoughtful dialogue around prostitution and law enforcement practices — a rare occurrence in the United States.

Measure Q’s largest accomplishment was perhaps achieved by merely getting on the ballot. Weitzer estimates the initiative is the first in over two decades to call for reduced enforcement of prostitution laws. Occasionally, a state legislator or city council member will propose such a change, but it has not occurred in the United States since 1971 when Nevada successfully legalized brothel prostitution in rural counties.

“The very act of getting the measure on the ballot, holding public discussions and debates about it, and raising the issue of prostitution policy in the public’s mind — all may be considered victories of a sort,” he said.

Prostitution as a back-door reality for residents of South Berkeley also gained the attention of many scholars around the nation, who believed Measure Q held significant bearing on the legalization movement in the United States. Laurie Shrage, a philosophy professor at Pomona’s California State Polytechnic University, believes the major challenge to decriminalizing prostitution is resuscitating the long dormant and marginalized dialogue over sex for sale. Similar to same-sex marriage — which took more than a decade to make headline progress — prostitution is an issue that despite increasing public support faced major setbacks in recent polls.

“It takes a long time to build electoral majorities that can change the way our society operates,” said Shrage, a pro-decriminalization feminist scholar. “Making progress will require keeping the issue in the public spotlight so that voters’ fears and concerns can be discussed and addressed.”

Similar to abortion, the issue of legalizing sex work has long been contentious for feminists around the nation. Does prostitution represent a form of oppression or is it instead a hallmark of female empowerment and independence? Measure Q, despite its rejection and localized domain, sharply divided leading feminist scholars and raised the question of how to define feminism itself.

“There is no one form of feminism, although the overarching campaign is to promote the safety and status of women in our society,” said Wendy Chapkis, a University of Southern Maine women’s studies and sociology professor. “It’s the strategies to securing those goals that are the source of great debate.”

Chapkis, author of Live Sex Acts: Women Performing Erotic Labor, supported Measure Q because she said decriminalization improves the safety and wellbeing of women by providing legal safeguards and social acceptance for prostitutes. Prostitution, according to the pro-decriminalization feminist camp, is a legitimate occupation beleaguered by stigma and exploitation that arise from sexual double standards. Women in prostitution are vilified for being promiscuous or victimized via a socially paternalistic desire to “protect” women from sex. According to one scholar, punitive laws against prostitution symbolize double standards of sexual morality that result in stigmatizing not just prostitutes, but many unconventional women, as “sluts or whores.”

Class clash

Other feminists who oppose decriminalization maintain that those who defend prostitution — generally white middle-class intellectuals — know little about the practical realities of the daily lives of sex workers.  In Berkeley and elsewhere, most sex workers are poor, uneducated, immigrants; women of color; or have substance abuse problems and few other life options. Celeste Robinson-Hardy, an Oakland-based former prostitute and heroin addict, opposed Measure Q for that reason. Now 43 years old, Robinson-Hardy spent over three decades prostituting in the Bay Area to support her drug habit. Although prostitution also economically supported her four children, it was an occupation that put her life in danger each time she entered a john’s car. When she was a teenager, a male customer drove her to a remote hill, put a gun to her head, raped and robbed her.

“He left me up there butt naked, and my hard head went back to work the very next day,” she said. Now a peer counselor in Berkeley, Robinson-Hardy devotes her life to helping women transition out of prostitution. “What are these girls doing with their bodies? That’s God’s temple and they’re just tearing it up. There are no high-class hookers here.”

Janice G. Raymond, a women’s studies professor at the University of Massachusetts- Amherst, believes the prostitution debate is problematic when groups that claim to represent sex workers are led by women who are not in systems of prostitution —meaning, they have done it casually, or do it as an ideological form of women’s resistance.

“There are two groups of women in the prostitution debate,” said Raymond, also author of Sex Trafficking of Women in the United States: International and Domestic Trends. “The first group is characterized as being articulate, and engaging in outlaw sexuality or sexuality as a form or resistance. The second group is out on the streets, in brothels, trafficked, poor, and of mainly African, Latin or Asian descent.”

The Coalition Against Trafficking in Women, an international human rights organization that combats prostitution and sexual trafficking, defines prostitution as a function of female oppression. Experts in modern feminism echo this sentiment. Andrea Dworkin, the iconic feminist critic wrote in a speech entitled, “Prostitution and Male Supremacy,” “When men use women in prostitution, they are expressing a pure hatred for the female body.”

Raymond opposed Measure Q because she insisted it would grant men legal and moral permission to engage in more sexual exploitation of women. A common argument for anti-prostitution scholars is that although women should not be arrested in countries such as the United States, where prostitution is illegal, decriminalization of the total practice will merely turn pimps into third party businessmen, and brothels into supposed “houses of protection.”

“Most women would not be prostitutes if they had another option or choice,” Raymond said. “Women in prostitution want one thing: they want to get out.”

Another argument against decriminalization is that it would condone the influx of pimps recruiting girls as young as 12 into street prostitution. Debbie Hoffman of the Oakland Police Department, said pimps — called “boyfriends” by the prostitutes who work for them — often lure girls into sex work with the false illusion of love. Yet Measure Q supporters maintained that arresting prostitutes does little to restrain the sexual or economic exploitation of women and children.    

Shrage, who supported Measure Q, notes that decriminalizing adult sex work would result in sharper political focus on far more serious and harsher practices, including minors in prostitution, forced and child labor, slavery and indenture, and violence. Rather than prohibiting prostitution, she said, sex work must co-exist with an environment of tolerance. Shrage also noted how the production of cheap consumer goods is linked with appalling labor and living conditions in many third-world countries. “I wish that those appalled at feminists for their support of voluntary, adult sex work were at least equally appalled by the practices that make cheap consumer goods available to them.”

Shrage observed that contemporary “third-wave” feminists, especially those who emerge from lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered movements, tend to defend prostitution as an occupation because sex workers are similarly stigmatized by mainstream society for their sexual practices. By contrast, many “second-wave” feminists of 30 years ago linked female prostitution with slavery, dismissing the entire sex work industry as immoral or demeaning.

Despite this historical feminist divide, the current prostitution debate marks another evolutionary step in the often discord-ridden tableau of American feminism. Anti-prostitution views, according to Raymond, are now progressive and feminist whereas before, they were tainted by the moral indignation of neo-Victorian thought.

“We’re not right-wingers and we’re not conservatives — we’re feminists,” Raymond said. “Prostitution is certainly an issue that divides some elements of the feminist community but issues divide a lot of groups. To present it as a catfight among feminists is feeding into the stereotype that we women just can’t get it together.”

For Robyn Few — a woman who got it together enough to put a hotly-contested measure on the map — the discourse and discussion it triggered made at least a dent in the national vista of American politics. “Measure Q allowed us to speak out as political actors and demand better working conditions. We, as sex workers, are part of the political landscape.”

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What liberal academia?

Conservatives claim that the ivory tower is the last refuge of liberal clout. But a view from the inside suggests this assertion doesn’t live up to its hype.

It was a familiar complaint from an unusual source. A colleague of mine at the University of Texas at Austin, where I teach a rhetoric course, was moaning about the overwhelming support for Democrats in the liberal arts.

“It just irritates me that people assume that everyone in the liberal arts is a Democrat,” the American Studies graduate student told me. “The chair of my department sends mass emails of George Bush jokes. I think it’s totally inappropriate that a university forum be used for partisan politics.”

I was shocked to hear this grumbling from an avowed leftist and member of the Green Party.

This is also the cause du jour of conservative pundits like George Will and David Brooks, who have written of the liberal hegemon that is higher education. Brooks and Will both seem to believe that the liberal arts are dominated by radical leftists calling for the overthrow of capitalism.

A quick glance around my campus here in Austin reveals a Taco Bell in the student union, Coke machines in every building, a business school endowed by a mega-rich car salesman, Dell computers in almost every classroom, and an athletics department endorsed by Nike. Hardly evidence of a socialist cabal.

Still, just when it seemed the conservative attack machine had run out of straw men, it has unearthed a new menace: leftist profs in the ivory tower. Arch-conservative activist and faux scholar David Horowitz is the ringleader of the campus jihad. For years, he has been calling attention to the “modern plague” of “radical leftism in the universities,” but now, with the decline of leftist boogeymen in the halls of power, Republicans are starting to listen.

Horowitz has written an “Academic Bill of Rights” that would protect against the “unwarranted intrusion of faculty members’ political views into the classroom.” He claims that at least 20 states will enact legislation this year in support of his manifesto.  

Horowitz has also found some obedient foot soldiers here in Austin — another supposed liberal bastion in a sea of red. The Young Conservatives of Texas made headlines last year with a  “watch list,” designed to “monitor” professors pushing an ideological agenda.

The fact is, when push comes to shove, colleges and universities are only as liberal as the people who fund and manage them; i.e. rich alumni, Boards of Regents, and endowment managers.

Universities, like it or not, are pseudo-corporations that pay more attention to their self-image than true intellectual freedom. When Michael Moore scheduled a stop at Utah Valley State on his “Slacker Tour” last year, prominent alumni threatened to withdraw all donations to the school unless Moore’s gig was cancelled. The school, not surprisingly, complied.

If you want to see how political power on campus really works, don’t read an MLA article about race, class, and gender in the works of Jane Austen. Instead, consider UT’s Board of Regents, which actively solicited funds for Republican candidates on university letterhead during the last election as a quid pro quo for tuition deregulation.

While registered Democrats probably do outnumber Republicans in humanities and social science departments, statistics on professors’ ideologies have been notoriously difficult to pin down. The most reliable survey, conducted by the Higher Education Research Institute and published in the Chronicle of Higher Education , found that 48 percent of 50,000 faculty interviewed classified themselves as “liberal” to “far left.” The rest classified themselves as either “conservative” or “moderate.” Hardly a mandate for the radical leftism that Horowitz complains about.

Even if Democrats do outnumber Republicans in the liberal arts, conservative “scholars” seem to have no problem finding public outlets for their views — even when their opinions fly in the face of accepted scholarship. There was no shortage of publicity last month, for instance, when Harvard president Larry Summers made the absurd claim that woman lack a biological predisposition for science and engineering. And Condi Rice, Richard Perle, and Paul Wolfowitz, all big-time players in the Bush Administration, previously held cozy academic positions at elite universities.

If conservative academics find themselves on the outs with their moderate to liberal colleagues, they probably have their own shrillness to blame. That’s because many of them, like Stephen Balch, president of the conservative National Association of Scholars, have an annoying tendency to openly boast of their revolutionary zeal. Balch recently told the Chronicle of Higher Education that his conservative colleagues share the belief that “America is a society in drastic need of an overhaul.”

Academia, contrary to popular belief, is a community that thrives on consensus and non-confrontation. If out-of-the-closet conservative professors intimidate hiring committees, it is not because of a specific ideology, but because anyone openly calling for a revolution — from the left or the right — will raise a few eyebrows among tenured faculty.

 

Greasing the wheels of progress

Challenging current attempts at obfuscation and oversimplification, Sonia Shah’s Crude: The Story of Oil tackles an issue that has fueled society, politics, and environmental destruction for over 100 years.

Along with many leftists who believed that public protest could actually influence policy decisions, in February 2003 I attended a rally against the War in Iraq.

“No Blood for Oil” was emblazoned on signs as a simplistic cry of indignation against the suffering Bush wished to visit upon the Iraqi people, challenging the just-as-simplistic reasons for going to war, weapons of mass destruction, and Iraqi liberation. Of course, I had driven my car to get to the rally, had eaten pesticide treated food produced thousands of miles away for breakfast, and bought a CD later that afternoon. I also attend the University of Texas at Austin, which, with Texas A&M, keeps education affordable due to joint ownership of oil prospects in Texas. I had raised my voice in protest, but had lived my day in complacency.

Sonia Shah’s book Crude: The Story of Oil brings this point home. As consumers, we have learned how to deploy an exquisite form of doublethink — we have embraced the softer side of BP, Exxon, and Shell, easily forgetting the death squads that marched through Nigeria, the Exxon-Valdez oil spill that constituted one of the worst human-made disasters in history, and the mounds of evidence supporting theories of global warming.

Shah is a freelance writer who has contributed to magazines such as Zmag, In These Times, The Progressive, and The Nation, and is the former editor of Nuclear Times. The overlap of science and progressive politics make Shah quite adept at creating a multi-faceted study of how science, politics, and economics merge in forming the hegemony oil has over everyday life and worldwide geopolitics.

Shah spent over a year interviewing oil executives, experts, workers, and anti-oil activists, studying all publications concerning oil and energy, and basically became the central interlocutor of all things oil. What she discovers is that though we may want a world free from the ravages of CO2 emissions and repressive regimes the U.S. supports for access to oil, oil companies in collusion with the United States government have made the costs seem too great. Perhaps the price we pay is already too great, but oil companies in league with the media and the government work tirelessly to keep us from realizing it. This is the story of oil, the story of misdirection, promises, and misinformation. This is also the story of our society.

Sacred oil

Fascination with the properties of hydrocarbons predates even the most zealous Standard Oil executive’s starry-eyed visions. More than 2,000 years ago, a prophet named Zoroaster founded a religion, in part upon the worship of fire. The fire that inspired this worship was the result of natural gas flares that accompanied the seeping oil in what is now Iran. People would put the black liquid in water and see signs of the future, carefully coded in the shifting shapes. Oil was mystical, plentiful, and indeed, useful. It could be used to seal roofs and boats and as a base for “Greek Fire,” a weapon of war that spread fear amongst enemies of Persia. This is the framework Shah sets up for an understanding of oil’s first entrance into human lives. From mysticism to war, it seems that oil’s role has changed very little in the ensuing millennia.

The Age of Enlightenment and the Industrial Revolution were supposed to strip away the mystical aspects of natural resources, leaving only rational empirics of efficiency and energy production. The new appeal to reason made the rise of the nation state, the steam engine, and capitalism seem natural, or even inevitable. These institutions are imbibed with just as much mysticism as the Koran, the Bible, and the Torah. Their existence rests on a mythology of constructed truths: capitalism expands wealth to provide for all, the nation-state was the natural outgrowth of the inevitable desire for a balance of power, progress is our destiny. In pursuing destiny, trampling other, less civilized cultures was a small price to pay.

At first, coal fueled this revolution. As coal began to dwindle, oil, called the “excrement of the devil” by the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries’ (OPEC) co-founder, Juan Perez Alfonso, became the heir apparent to the throne of energy. It’s easy to fall into the trap of seeing oil’s rise as natural, just as it is easy to believe there are no alternatives to the nation-state or to capitalism.

But as with all historical phenomena, the rise of oil was more a matter of luck than a natural progress. We have built a cult of what Sonia Shah calls petrolife. For Americans and oil companies, oil is more life-giving than a mother’s milk. Each American consumes about three gallons of oil per day, requiring it for food, transportation, heating, entertainment, medicine, housing, and perhaps much more. It seems we have no choice but to worship oil, and to do anything to secure that the free-flow of oil continues unabated, for our very lives rely on it. Every aspect of American life is infected by oil — but was this necessary or even likely 100 years ago?

Many commentators on our culture of oil consumption see this reliance as a natural and even inevitable part of life. The transition from coal to oil seems just as naturally progressive as the switch from train to car culture. But such equations are based on a fundamental flaw in logic. While the current configuration of American society can effectively be traced back to the emergence of oil-based capitalism, this was not the only option prior to the development of industrial society. Shah’s most striking revelation is in showing how absolutely contingent the original growth and continued expansion of petrolife has been. What if, after oil began to peak in Pennsylvania and Texas, President
Franklin Roosevelt did not decide to court Saudi princes for more secure oil? What if the Arab oil embargo had lasted months instead of days? Though these counterfactuals may not provide us with insight into our current dependence on gluttonous consumption, they do point us to consider how indeed we may transition away from unsustainable growth to sustainable consumption.

Banality of production

Shah takes great pains to illustrate how oil is literally raised from the dead to bring new life. Beginning with the natural history of the formation of oil deposits from the corpses of hundreds of millions of prehistoric creatures, the mixture of oil and death does not end there. The oil industry has the highest level of industrial accidents and deaths. Since maintenance and safety precautions cut into ever-dwindling profits, workers toil on oil rigs that are literally floating death traps. Shah tells the stories of frozen hydraulic systems that are meant to raise and lower lifeboats on rigs in the North Sea, and of wind gusts that have collapsed entire rigs. Have these incidents resulted in greater regulations or more safety requirements? Oil executives have made sure these stories do not reach the media, and without any public outcry, government officials are wont to avoid action.

The oil industry spills 1,000 barrels of oil for every billion it transports. Beyond the infamous Exxon-Valdez oil spill that permanently debilitated the Alaskan coastline, oil tankers routinely expunge oily ballast water, and are so tipsy when unloaded that their cargo leaks. Even the spectacular oil spills, such as that of the Prestige in 2002, fade from our view much more quickly than environmental groups would like , as Greenpeace accounts in ”Year One of the Prestige Oil Spill”. Even as the damage remains obscured or forgotten, thousands of animals and people who live in these areas cannot afford such ignorance and avoidance. But, as Shah rightly points out, since oil is the greatest shipped commodity, it remains largely unregulated, save for symbolic gestures when the disasters are too large to ignore.

The most egregious crime occurs on land, not at sea. After oil production peaked in the United States in the 1970s, U.S.-based oil companies began to search the world over for more abundant oil supplies. The Middle East, South America, and Africa proved to be the most reliable prospects. Oil companies, corrupt regimes, and even legitimate governments pumped oil out of the ground and repaid the pillage with murder, destruction, and mass suffering. The most in-depth account Shah provides concerns the activities of Shell in Nigeria. Shell entered Nigeria under the auspices of bringing wealth, prosperity, and stability. But when their goodwill was met with protest, they helped to organize and deploy death squads, razing entire villages and publicly executing leaders of the resistance, as evidenced in the Human Rights Watch Report, “The Price of Oil.”

Shah carefully details murder in the pursuit of oil in areas as diverse as Nigeria, Columbia, and Chechnya, but the striking inhumanity is also evident in understated observations, such as Chevron’s choice to turn an old slave port into an oil terminal.

This is what distinguishes Shah’s account from any other. This story of oil refuses to disconnect the current status of oil as a bringer of industrial grandeur from the oil spills from the death squads from the science and economics that drive an industry. The story is infinitely more complex than anyone can reasonably comprehend. What made Shell executives believe that mass slaughter was an appropriate response to popular dissent? And why do we as consumers still not boycott Shell or turn away in horror, even after we have heard the story? To invoke Hannah Arendt’s perceptive observation, the totalitarian horrors of Nazi Germany were less driven by blind hatred than it was by the “banality of evil.” During the trial of Adolf Eichmann in Jerusalem, Arendt recounted how Eichmann was a very effective bureaucrat who merely went with the flow of the times. The banality of oil consumption may not take the form of organized mass slaughter, but genocide, environmental destruction, and even global warming which threatens much of the life of the planet are the results of our mindless consumption.

Shockingly, oil company executives often believe that they are truly bringing good to the world. They are the saviors, able to overcome difficulties in extraction, easily crushing rival energy producers. With such a messianic belief that oil will truly solve the problems of poverty (through establishing oil markets), famine (through oil-based pesticides), and indeed, social antagonism (through petro-dollars, everyone wins), it is not hard to imagine how a little genocide now and then may not seem so bad. This is why Shah’s project is so critical today — only in demystifying the belief that economic progress is the panacea to the world’s ills can we begin to think of solutions to the daily suffering that occurs on a global scale.

Refining oil, refining knowledge

Some of the most troubling information in this book concerns how oil companies have a virtual monopoly on understanding all aspects of their resource. Faulty statistical models create over-inflated estimates of oil reserves in order to keep investment in oil companies high; according to one estimate, unexplored Greenland has more oil than the entire Middle East. Why would oil companies continue to risk their prospects in a region where insurgents routinely attack pipelines when land abandoned by even the Vikings holds enough oil to keep America in the black for decades?

Entire university departments are subsidized not by the government, but by oil companies. Whole technologies have been developed to make exploratory drilling less costly and less financially risky. Oil companies actively seek scientists, economists, and geologists who will tell them what they want to hear. Once they hear it, the oil companies make sure that their experts are heard over any dissenting clamor by those who have yet been bought off.

If anyone doubts this production of knowledge, Shah provides us with two words that should silence any naysayers: global warming. After scientists on the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, confirmed that CO2 emissions were responsible for the slow warming of the planet, oil companies scrambled for scientists who would be willing to counter these claims.

Some rogue scientists joined with Big Oil to begin a campaign of misinformation, undermining the credibility of the models, data, and conclusions of the consortium. Global warming does not exist, and if it does, it’s necessary to stop the oncoming ice age. I’m reminded of the doctors hired by tobacco companies who reported that cigarettes decrease the incidence of certain cancers. Oil companies have been more successful than King Tobacco in their propaganda campaign, fabricating debate and successfully assuaging consumers’ fears that they were poisoning the planet. Perhaps some healthy debate is necessary, but when that debate is funded by the deep pockets of parties with vested interests in the findings, it is easy to see that the public sphere has been sold to the highest bidder.

The crunch

Fortunately, we may not have hundreds of years of oil to fuel our wager with global warming. Shah’s expose joins no less than five other major books published in the last few years, such as The End of Oil by Paul Roberts, Out of Gas by David Goodstein, The Party’s Over by Richard Heinberg, Blood and Oil by Michael Klare, and The Coming Oil Crisis by C. J. Campbell,  warning of the inevitable peak in oil production. The oil peak, as Shah explains, is the point at which we have consumed more oil than is left in the ground. Even with better technologies for extracting the remaining oil, the law of diminishing returns will rule the days until we truly run out of oil. Estimates for the world oil peak range from 2005 to 2050 for the more concerned experts, and as consumption continues to grow worldwide, the crash is not something we can ignore for much longer. Regardless of when the crunch comes, the years leading up to the end of oil will be characterized by violent geopolitical struggles for the remaining resources, so long as we remain tied to petroculture. Michael T. Klare gives a thorough account of the reality of these coming resource wars in ”Crude Awakenings” from the November 11, 2004 issue of The Nation.

Shah joins these authors in approaching the coming oil crash with cautious optimism. At some level, it does seem that the only thing that will stop our gluttonous oil consumption in the United States is to be cut off. Tales of oil spills, global warming, and genocide have proven ill-equipped to guilt us into giving up our current habits. Oil will first become cost-prohibitive to the majority of America, and will then disappear altogether. This will inevitably bring crisis, and given our current level of preparation for a transition to another energy source or another way of life, it may be worse than any of us can imagine.

Indeed, in the face of mounting evidence of the peak, the Bush administration has decided to invest in methane, ethanol, and coal development, both of which require oil in production. Producing ethanol gas from corn requires almost the same amount of oil as producing petroleum gas. Yet, this is what President Bush funds instead of supporting renewable energies such as solar and wind power. The politics of energy consumption have put us on a collision course with the oil peak, and things will only become more violent. The violence we have exported to oil-rich regions around the globe will return to us with a vengeance. The price we pay for oil may be measured in our blood as well.

What separates Shah from authors who bemoan the coming end to the age of oil is the investigative journalism at the heart of her accounts. Mixed in with the fact sheets are very in-depth narratives of the individuals who are central to the functioning of the oil machines. From the oil rig workers who luckily escaped catastrophic accidents, to professors who churn out the new batch of engineers to be consumed by the industry of consumption, one begins to see much more clearly how no one remains innocent in oil production. Through her investigation of the science, history, politics, and economics of oil, Shah provides a plethora of information in a very straightforward and digestible form. Readers must think twice about their consumptive habits. At its core, Crude reminds us that everything has its price, and the costs are more hidden than we think.

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Love shot

Kristin Ohlsen writes in “Love Doctors” (Utne magazine, January/February 2005) that in many psychology textbooks, case studies on altruism are only discussed in “those chapters that concentrate on abnormal behavior.” Yet, as Ms. Ohlsen acknowledges, skeptical treatments of research on selflessness and love as natural phenomena are not dominating research as much as they once had.

The Institute of Research Into Unlmited Love (IRUL), a Cleveland-based organization, awards grants to researchers who examine the origins and effects of altruistic love. Among their first objectives is to raise the scientific credibility of scholarship on love and inspire new ways of thinking about selfless behavior.    

“Is being selfless as much a part of being human as selfishness?” asks Stephen Post, director of IRUL and a bioethicist at Case Western Reserve University. “… Freud thought human nature was nothing but a seething, boiling cauldron of self-interest, and Skinner concluded from his rat studies that human motivation was based on pleasure stimulation. These viewpoints were based on bad science and jaded pedagogical speculation, but they created a tremendous burden of proof for anyone who wanted to say otherwise.”

The IRUL, which has awarded millions in grant awards since its formation in July 2001, appears unstopped by burdens of proof they may face.  Most recently, they hosted a three-day conference entitled “The Love That Does Justice” with the Ford Foundation’s Governance and Civil Society Unit.

Says Stephanie Preston, a grant recipient and psychologist at the University of Iowa: “… the overarching goal of learning about how people can feel love for other people is new and could have great implications for society.”

Toyin Adeyemi

 

Killing is fun

“Actually, it’s quite a lot of fun to fight; you know, it’s a hell of a hoot. I like brawling; it’s fun to shoot some people,” claimed Lt. Gen. James Mattis of the U.S. Marine Corps, speaking about shooting people in Iraq.

Mattis was speaking about his experiences in Iraq at a recent panel discussion at the San Diego Convention Center in California, attended by about 200 people. Mattis went even further to state: “You go into Afghanistan, you got guys who slap women around for five years because they didn’t wear a veil … you know, guys like that ain’t got no manhood left anyway. So it’s a hell of a lot of fun to shoot them.”  

According to Gen. Mike Hagee, commandant of the Marine Corps, Mattis has been “counseled” about his statements, but it appears that he will face no disciplinary action.  

Mimi Hanaoka

  

 

Good grief! Yodeling at Harvard

It’s been said in the United States that celebrities shouldn’t be using the limelight to state political opinions. It looks as though the president of Harvard University is expected to submit to the same etiquette. According to James Traub of The New York Times, Harvard University President and former Treasury Secretary Lawrence Summers’ “provocative yodel” at an economics conference held on January 14 has “set off a worldwide avalanche of commentary and condemnation.”

Two op-ed pieces appearing in The New York Times by Olivia Judson and Charles Murray, respectively, are mavericks in the tide of controversy which, while ever-present in our country, Summers has somehow whipped into a frenzy by opening his mouth. Both Judson and Murray suggest that Summers’ comment should be entertained rather than dismissed as “a radical idea backed only by personal anecdotes and a fringe of cranks.” Scientific research in the field of innate male-female differences is one of the hottest around, and it is gaining momentum, according to Murray.

Unfortunately, at least as far as media representation is concerned, whether Summers had the right to  make such a controversial statement overshadows what Murray and Traub intimate is truly at stake: what Murray refers to as a “wholesale denial that certain bodies of scientific knowledge exist.”

In Traub’s article, Harvard Psychologist Steven Pinker expressed dismay that Summers’ suggestion, in which he states that “the low representation of women scientists at universities might stem from, among other causes, innate differences between the sexes,” might not be appropriate to academic discourse:

“Good grief, shouldn’t everything be within the pale of legitimate academic discourse, as long as it is presented with some academic rigor?”

—Michaele Shapiro

 

Quote of note

“The commission found that (Sudan’s) government forces and militias conducted indiscriminate attacks,” including “killing of civilians, enforced disappearances, destruction of villages, rape and other forms of sexual violence, pillaging and forced displacement, throughout Darfur.” Although some individuals might have perpetrated “acts with genocidal intent,” the government of Sudan “has not pursued a policy of genocide.”

— The results of the recent United Nations report, begun in October of 2004 at the behest of the UN Security Council, on whether genocide is taking place in Sudan.

The conflict is occurring in the western region of Sudan, and the Sudanese government stands accused of providing support and arms to the Arab Janjaweed militias that are engaged in a campaign of ethnic cleaning against Sudan’s black African population. Since February of 2003, the conflict has resulted in over 70,000 deaths and two million refugees.

The recent UN report — which contradicts the American declaration that genocide is currently occurring in Darfur — recommends that the International Criminal Court (ICC) located in The Hague try any specific cases of genocide and war crimes that may have occurred in the Sudan. Had the UN report concluded that genocide is occurring in Darfur, the UN would have been legally obligated to intervene to help end the conflict.

Mimi Hanaoka

 

Dying for democracy

Ahead of the elections to be held today, insurgents in Iraq fired a rocket into the U.S. Embassy in Baghdad on Saturday in an attack that killed two Americans and wounded five others. Despite the overnight curfews that are in effect in Iraq, on Saturday a suicide bomber killed eight in Khanaqin, while mortar and machine gun fire continued to ring through the capital.

If the Americans are hoping to hear the true voice of the Iraqi population and its 14 million eligible voters through this election, the prospects are grim; according to a poll conducted by Zogby International, a staggering 76 percent of Iraqi Sunni Arabs, who are the populational minority, declared that they “definitely would not vote,” while only a feeble 9 percent expressed their intention to cast their ballot. In stark contrast, the same poll revealed that 80 percent of Shiites claimed they will likely or definitely vote.  

What the Iraqis are even voting for is somewhat confusing. The Iraqis are electing a 275-member national assembly, whose task it will be to write the permanent Iraqi constitution. This 275-member assembly isn’t to be confused with the permanent assembly — there will be another election in December to choose a permanent national assembly. Additionally, the Iraqis are voting on provincial parliaments, while the Kurdish population in the north of the country is selecting candidates for the Kurdish regional government, which was set up in the aftermath of the 1991 Persian Gulf war.

Some American politicians have abandoned even the pretense of a safe and inclusive Iraqi election. Speaking from the comfort of the haven of Davos, Switzerland, where the World Economic Forum is being held, Senator John McCain admitted that some “some pretty horrific things” may occur today in Iraq. Easy for you to say, Senator; even as you speak, the Iraqis are dying for democracy.  

Mimi Hanaoka

 

PC really stands for progressively challenged

Last November, my manager, John, at my campus cafeteria told me a funny story. Supposedly, when he realized the newspaper vendor had shortchanged him, he said “I’ve been gipped” out loud. Not far away was an aging hippie who scolded him for saying such a thing:

“Gip is a terrible thing to say. It’s offensive to gypsies.”

Usually, I ignore what hippies say, but this incident got into my skin pretty deep. Did this man in the Grateful Dead t-shirt feel a sense of pride in saving the dignity of the Gypsy population? Is this the same guy who talks about animal rights and saving whales? Is it offensive of me to say any of these things?

I find it pitiful that a handful of nutcases have successfully warped the minds of fine human beings into thinking thier ideology of “what is offensive” is actually legit.

Political correctness has done nothing for the American people but halt any progress between expunging bigotry of any kind. Instead, we’re all walking around on eggshells afraid of saying anything to anyone different from us and are being fooled into thinking everything is alright. Aren’t you tired of being called a racist for no apparent reason? Are you sick of people getting your jobs because the companies need to make staus quo but you’re more qualified? Is the term “people of color” one of the dumbest things you’ve ever heard of? I agree, and this is coming from a gay, black, quarter-Jew dude.

Unfortunately, political correctness is very much like the black hole. It has grown to such a connundrum of crap that I won’t be able to cover all of its fallicies. I’ll get to the more critical problems it has caused. One is called the Discrimination Alarm. It looks like this:

The Emergency sign, however, goes unnoticed most of the time. What was once used for serious crimes of prejudice has turned into toy for tattling. It’s been misused and abused so many times it can’t be taken seriously anymore. For instance, “black” to many in the community is an unacceptable term. Many say they prefer “African-American.” Well that’s sort of stupid considering most of the people who want to be referred to by this term aren’t from Africa at all! Do we call those of German decent German-American? Or others Irish-American? If that’s the case, I prefer to be called Kenyan-American because I too want to be identified by the country my ancestors came from! I think it’s discrimintory otherwise. What’s next, Nubian Kings and Queens? Caucasian is such a great word too. Why say something with one syllable like “white” when you can say three?

Dare I say the status quo is PC’s greatest warrior? Indeed it is so. To end racism, somebody says let’s keep a percentage of each race in each school. I find it very difficult to understand that a person decided to use racism as a means to smolder it. That’s like someone actually using fire to fight real fire. It’s completely idiotic. Status quo has only gotten us to point systems in colleges, students getting rejected because of their race, and pissed off white people. Central High School in Louisville, Kentucky (my hometown), had gotten in trouble becuase they weren’t accepting enough white people. The fact that Central High was the only high school to accept black people isn’t even important (which was the constant reiteration, not to mention the WRONG one). Could it be the fact that not many white students applied there at all or even wanted to?

In addition to the point system the nation argued over years ago, scholarships targeted at minority students have not been discussed. If you search through a scholarship award book, you can see many for blacks, Asians, Latinos, gays, etc. Could you imagine the riots that would ensue if a white-only scholarship was awarded, or even a heterosexual one? Uh oh … DISCRIMINATION ALARM! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Reverse discourse seemed to be a great way to turn racist slurs into positive jargon. Too bad it was a failure.

Most of you, I’m sure, have seen the movie Rush Hour. In one scene, Chris Tucker’s character is referring to his all-black buddies who are hanging out in a bar as his “niggas.” Jackie Chan’s character (Tucker’s detective partner) follows him into the bar, new to American culture, and only imitates his partner to fit in. Instead of getting the respect and handshakes Tucker received, he’s almost on the receiving end of ass-kicking until Chan shows them he’s another karate-chopping Asian dude, (uh oh…) and beats them all to kingdom come. You’d think that little skit mocking our problems would point out its fault in our culture. As popular as that movie was, it’s deplorable to see its audience didn’t capture the gist of what the skit was saying.

Honestly, I call all of my friends niggas. White, black, Korean, I don’t care and neither do they. They call me that too. If anything, we are mocking communities and groups who think just because they have adapted words that were once deragotory to them, it doesn’t give them the right to claim others are unable to use them as well. When I see something I find inane, I’ll say, “Man, that is so gay.” At the same time, I will never tell a heterosexual that he shouldn’t say it either. No one should be a dictator of diction. Usually, someone who uses these terms is doing so in a joking manner, and jokes aren’t racist/sexist/etc. It’s only when they are used in a bigoted manner that they become so, and that is the only problem.

Black skin is a pigment. Gay means I’m attracted to men and I have emotions for them romantically. Jew means I like bagels. I do not misuse and abuse these things for any gain morally or whatnot.

Luckily, there are antagonists to this terrible flaw in our culture. TV Shows like South Park and Family Guy are constantly jabbing a fork in the PC meat. These shows are so great, they have probably offended every group and community out there. That’s what I call equal opportunity. Humorous social commentary sites like Mad Maddox and The Morphine Nation are popular places that also continue to fight the dirty fight. Look at these sites with an open heart and open mind (and hopefully with your sense of humor).

I wish I could be idealistic and say one day, all of this will dissapear, but I realize that there will always be hippies.

But the next time someone proudly proclaims they are PC, you’ll know what they really mean since I have taught you the true acronym for it. So tell them to do these three things:

1. STOP (Talking)
2. THINK (About How Stupid You Sound)

3.

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