Friday, September 28, 2007 

And Michigan?

Despite no longer living in the Great Lakes State, I keep up with the news out of the Automotive capital very regularly, mostly by reading the Detroit News Online: detnews.com. As those of you in MI surely know, the state is facing a government shut down caused by the state government's inability to reach a budget agreement, which is further exacerbated by the dreadful state of its economy. Although I can't really weigh in with my own views, I thought I'd post a few links to editorials from the Detnews from the past couple of days to give you a sampling of views.

Engler's income tax cuts aren't too blame: http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070927/OPINION01/709270322/1008


The good old Mackinaw Center for Public Policy:

http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070927/OPINION01/709270316/1008

Leave it to an MSU professor to say:

http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070927/OPINION01/709270315/1008

The old "just get it done" pep-talk:

http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070928/OPINION01/709280388/1008


There's a short sampling for you. Sometimes we do get a nice view of what the founders had in mind when they set up a government divided by the balance of power and bicameral legislative bodies.

Friday, September 21, 2007 

Hmmmm

In channel-surfing last night, I happened upon the Democratic AARP debate. Present were Clinton, Biden, Dodd, Richardson, and Edwards (Obama was absent). I watched for about 10 minutes before getting bored and moving on. I realize a) I'm not the target audience and b) they were speaking to AARP members, but is health care really the key issue of our time?

Live-blogging from NRO, here.

Friday, September 14, 2007 

Law Profs Say the Darndest Things

I'm going to post a, for lack of a better word, "article" from the USC Law Magazine, 2007 spring/summer edition. The issue is entitled Race, Rap and Redemption. Appearing below is "Call me a nigga" by Prof. Jody Armour of Gould School of Law at USC.



--I vividly remember the day I fully embraced my nigga self. I was invited to talk about unconscious racism to the prison guards and administrators at Terminal Island in San Pedro, CA. I toured the cell blocks and grounds. Without exaggeration, nearly all I saw was black and brown faces.

Of course, as a law professor I knew the statistics about the staggering disproportionate rate of minority incarceration, but nothing viscerally registers the reality of those abstract numbers like looking through the cages into the eyes of the young men behind the statistics. I saw in their faces the eyes of the kids I'd grown up with (most of whom did or are doing time)--Junebug, Popeye, P-Comet, Roach, Dede, Money. Each new face was a looking glass, for without serious government intervention in my life (Upward Bound, A Better Chance), there surely go I.

I also saw in those cold, raw cages the face of my father, who was a prison inmate for most of my youth.

Just before my tour of the Terminal Island I saw a tape of a popular Chris Rock routine in which he distinguishes between "black folk" and "niggas," reserving the term "niggas" for blacks who commit crimes. I even started seeing bumper stickers proudly proclaiming, "I love black people but I hate niggas."

I had also just read a popular book by Harvard Law Professor Randall Kennedy, in which he called fro a "politics of responsibility," wherein the black community should sharply distinguish between "good Negroes" (law-abiding blacks) and "bad Negroes" (blacks convicted of crimes, those Rock referred to as "niggas"). By this logic, because 56 percent of young black males in Baltimore and 33 percent of those in the state of California are in prison, on probation, or on parole, that percentage of young brothers in those jurisdictions is by hypothesis "niggas."

There is class bigotry in the politics of responsibility, also. (Consider the vitriol that black Brahmin icon Bill Cosby levels at low-income blacks.) Because the crime rates among middle-class blacks and middle-class whites are indistinguishable, most of the black folk committing street crimes are poor. Thus, the "good Negroes" are disproportionately above the poverty line while the "niggas" are disproportionately below.

You might think people are poor because they are "bad," but perhaps they are "bad" because they are poor. Their wrongdoing may not be something that can be entirely attributed to their "bad choices" or "bad character" -- abject poverty, unemployment, crumbling schools and other external pressures they cannot control share responsibility.

"So that's how they look at my dad and the brothers I grew up with, " I thought, "bad Negroes and niggas." Then it struck me: "Because they say the apple never falls far from the tree, and birds of a feather flock together--and above all because there but the grace of God go I--I guess that makes me a nigga, too."

When I say "call me a nigga" I am saying in the strongest possible language that I reject Kennedy's and Rock's and Cosby's invitations to play a politics of respectability and distinction by regarding impoverished brothers and sisters locked down in cells and prison yards as so much toxic human waste.

Not that I don't feel sympathy for the victims of crime. But as Glenn Loury, Directer of the Institute on Race and Social Division at Boston University, has observed, "the young black men wreaking havoc in the ghetto are still 'our youngsters' in the eyes of many of the decent poor and working-class black people who are often their victims. . . . For many of these people the hard edge of judgment and retribution is tempered by sympathy for and empathy with the perpetrators."

I find the politics of distinction both odious and futile: Odious because it invites and encourages the rest of us to disown and condemn astonishingly high percentages of our own community; futile because the practice of racial profiling (part of what I've referred to as "The Black Tax" a tithe that binds us all together) means that for police and other social actors "respectable Negroes" and "niggas" are cats of the very same hue.

"Call me a nigga" both proclaims my solidarity and internally willed identification with the poverty-stricken pariahs in the black community and acknowledges the externally imposed risks we all share--irrespective of our zip code, pedigree or tax bracket. --

Translation: those people blaming us for the crimes "we" committed, they're bad people, bigots even. Black people who don't commit crimes ("uppity ----") are bad too, because they don't like black people that do commit crime, this makes them bigots as well. So, we should all embrace our criminal brothers and something magical will happen, perhaps a giant government program, and our problems will be solved.

Astonishing really. With the truth so clearly right under his nose--middle class black families have the same crime rate as middle class white families--he misses the point and tries the "blame everyone else" gambit once again. Sorry professor, your bit has been trumpeted before, it's still being tried, it still doesn't offer any (read absolutely none) solutions. Your grade: F.

Friday, September 07, 2007 

On my Desk: Six Hundred Years Ago

A Distant Mirror, by Barbara W. Tuchman
1978, Alfred A. Knopf, New York

I picked up A Distant Mirror from the discard table at the Hillsdale College library, thinking the 14th century is a dark spot in my grasp of history. And I knew Barbara Tuchman from her more popular The Guns of August.

Tuchman’s concern in this book is basically the history of the 14th century, which in her eyes was a pretty disastrous century for Europe. It was dominated by the Black Death and following plagues, the Hundred Years War between France and England, Muslim conquest of southeastern Europe, and the slow but steady decline of the knights.

Primarily, she focuses on one knight: Enguerrand VII, the Sire de Coucy, one of the greatest peers of France, and one of the few knights not wholly corrupt or wholly stupid. Coucy managed to be involved in nearly every major event during his lifetime (1340-1397) and usually acquitted himself well, unlike so many others with which he interacted. Stupidity is one of the strongest themes of the 14th century as told by Tuchman: stupidity of kings, princes, lords, and above all, of the knightly class.

It was to this stupidity that she credits the Christian defeat at Nicopolis in 1393, when an alliance of French and Hungarian knights, with other crusaders, met the Ottoman Turks under Sultan Bajazet. Sigismund, the King of Hungary, advised waiting a few hours to allow scouts to observe the Turkish army, but the French nobles (against the advice of Coucy), refused to wait and charged headlong into the Turkish vanguard, with no military plan other than a frontal charge. Predictably, most died in the fighting that followed, although they took many Turks with them. Coucy himself was captured and died shortly after being ransomed. The loss of the Battle of Nicopolis, summed up by Tuchman, “lodged [the Turks] firmly in Europe, ensured the fall of Constantinople, and sealed their hold on Bulgaria for the next 500 years (p561).”

Tuchman’s treatment of Nicopolis and other battles of the 14th century is solid so far as I know. Her writing in other places leaves a bit to be desired, with abrupt changes of subject and a narrative that sometimes wanders. On the other hand, she writes a good story and keeps the reader interested, unlike so many real-life Professor Binns. Her analysis of the 1300s is also probably a bit dated, being written 30 years ago. Still, when more than 600 years separate us from the Sire de Coucy and his companions, 30 years of scholarship is unlikely to learn much more, and A Distant Mirror is a good introduction to an often-forgotten century.

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Wednesday, September 05, 2007 

Or, we could've tried mitosis

Debbie and I started birthing classes tonight, skipping church to do so. I figure I've gone to thousands of Wednesday night bible classes, but never had a baby before.

Lots of people: 22 people, I think? One or two due at the end of October who likely won't make it to the end of the six-week class, but most are due in November, with a smattering of Decembers like us, and one or two Januarys.

Today we took a tour of the OB floor, and the LDRP (Labor, Delivery, Recovery, & Post-partum) room, which is just a fancy name for the room where everything will happen. They also pointed out the spot where the Support Person should stand. After the tour, discussion focused on normal versus not-normal feelings, like tiredness, nausea, back ache, etc. One woman had her uterus twist, cutting off a nerve, which was extremely painful. This is considered not normal.

Thankfully for Debbie, she's had an extremely normal pregnancy so far, almost boringly so (but not!). Even among the normal discomforts of pregnancy she's gotten off lightly. If anyone's been praying for her, thank you, and keep praying!