Friday, December 19, 2008

Isaac Schapera


Whom I am writing about, I think it is time I said something more about him.

Schapera I was supposed to call Schap, and sort of did, was introduced to me many years ago in his apartment at the White Horse Hotel in London.  He gave me precious information for my book, Realm.  He opened his closet and got papers.  He told stories of his research and evinced a frank if self-amused interest in "Sex."  About my research: "Is there any sex in it?" he rasped, his voice box all but gone.  He seemed serious.

Upon parting he asked me to send him Tony Hillerman's books, I think now he meant "as they come out," but it wasn't clear to me which ones he had already, and I neglected my duties.  I sent him one big batch in the hope that it would do.  I saw Schapera once more, a few years later, and he paid no attention to me, but told us all that he had read an article about Gatsha Buthelezi in Jugs magazine.  We were with part of his wider his virtually family, and another anthropologist asked why he'd been reading Jugs magazine.  Schapera did not bother to respond.  He was about 95.

Now Schapera is dead.  I only register that properly because Tony Hillerman is dead, too.  I feel awful about dropping the ball and not sending him all his books.  But I could barely hold my own life together at the time.

And now I have to write about his legacy in order to make the argument I am making.  Ugh.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Makgoba Affair, Part Deux

I recall, at the time, in 1996, thinking, well, technically Van Onselen is right, but . . .

Perhaps all those stolen Panthers material, James Cone verbiage, repeated songs, represent an attack on the very idea that individuals own the first imprint and lasting meaning of the knowledge they project . . . All "qualifications" are bourgeois, aren't they? . . .

A common thought was, "these are impossible standards" Makgoba is being held to.  And many Wits faculty members, thinking how bumptious Van Onselen can be, were willing to look away.

The man lied on his resume. 

He graduated from the affair undiminished as "ready-to-play" Vice Chancellor.  Now look at UZN, under the Makgoba regime.  Another KNZ warlord rules his turf!

Perhaps people owe Van Onselen an apology before the next Jewish New Year?

Thank You, President Bush

The New York Times:

Hitting someone with a shoe is a deep insult in the Arab world, signifying that the person being struck is as low as the dirt underneath the sole of a shoe. Compounding the insult were Mr. Zaidi’s words as he hurled his footwear at President Bush: “This is a gift from the Iraqis; this is the farewell kiss, you dog!” While calling someone a dog is universally harsh, among Arabs, who traditionally consider dogs unclean, those words were an even stronger slight.

It's an even stronger insult in Arabic lands, is it, to hurl your shoes at a head of state and call him a dog to his face?  Are you sure?  

Thank you for explaining it then, New York Times!  Because over here, that might resonate in a variety of ways, right?  It's not so clear on this side of the big water. Things are somehow clearer over there, in Iraq.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Labor Reality

I note a column in the Wash Post projects the University of Maryland and Virginia moving to a three-two teaching load.

My day goes as follows.  I sneak in twenty minutes to read the New York Times and the front page of the Post.  This is a responsibility for an American who purports to teach about the world. I help get the girls off with E., feeding them, making sure P. gets dressed, which is not easy, and into E.'s car by 7:30 am.  If it is me driving, I get to swim where I drop P. and this takes about forty minutes.  If there is time, I step into the steam room for five minutes of contemplation: internal review-time, and prep time, for my first class, a lecture to 55 or 60 or so students, about the place of Africa and Africans in the declining years of transatlantic Slave Trade.

Being a white, New York Jewish-looking guy, I am grateful for keeping the fifty-odd who still show up.  The class is a cross section of the university: heavily "minority," foreign-born, African, Muslim in nature.  This semester, I have made a point of stressing the historical role of Muslims' jihads, in the creation of the Funj, Dar Fur, various Futa Jallon, Hamdullahi, "Fulani," Qadiriyya, and other militant Muslim movements that arose —

Okay, here, one would like to say, "in reaction to the slave trade."  But in fact, "that grew within the system of relations that involved capture, pawnage, and enslavement, sometimes in reaction to abuses or violence," is more accurate.  The caliphates of West and Sudanic Africa contained infidel slaves thereafter, too.

And I stress the Christian response: Dona Beatrice, set into Kongolese context; and Exeter Hall missionaries, who harnessed the wealth and zeal of evangelism (and Quakerism) with an anti-human-traffic message.

We've already covered the mutually-feeding development of Nago (especially within Candomble, the religion), Yoruba (der. Yarriba, which I love), Lucumi a bit, and a self-help society in Cuba modeled on Epke (Leopard: Slavery-fed debt-enforcement secret society) yet put to entirely different use.

Ooops, time's up.  I step out of the steam room, and in a few minutes (okay, ten) I am driving the New York Avenue—Route 50—to arrive at my classroom at teach.  I always get to the class early to set up the Power Point and maps I project.

I feel like I am poured from the previous night (finishing preparations at midnight), through the swimming pool through to my classes, which are separated in time by only about an hour. This means I often only have say forty minutes in between.  I use the time to get myself ready for my second class, which is a set of 27 lectures on the history of South Africa, many with Power Point images snatched from books I've scanned.  We are up to (this is Prof-speak for "I have told them things but not yet this") the reasons, historically speaking, South Africa "changed" in 1990-1994.  I have to convey my best estimate of the interplay of forces they've read about and I've told them about, from the BC movement (Biko) to education and housing issues (Thaba Nchu, Soweto, Kathorus), to Soweto (June 16th onward), the ANC bases and UN presence, Alex in 1983, the State of Emergency, the Civil War in Natal, the fall of the Berlin wall and the loss of the CP bogeyman (and "Soviet" backing for the ANC), the meeting of elites, the Thatcherite refusal to promise to roll over normal loans . . . Mandela's age and wisdom.

Class is over.  I talk to four students about their papers.  This semester, I've posted ninety-two small movies on a blog dedicated to the purpose for the thirty students in the class.   I've read aloud entries from an unpublished 1881 mining expedition, an Ox-wagon trip lasting 92 days, that is at times maddening and myopic, but at times wonderfully and suddenly revealing of the actual politics and relationships infused by racial lines and machismo among the participants.  I was posting the last ones just before midnight, the last thing I did.  The students are now writing a paper based on this primary source, together with secondary material I put on reserve at McKeldin, the actual, physical library.

Anyway, I get back to my office in time to meet with my T.A. if I return by 1:25, which I ordinarily do.  I then trudge out to eat a late lunch at 2:00.  I do this in half an hour and return to my office.  I meet with a student and answer e-mails.  Some local high school students had claimed they wanted to interview me for information, in a proposed "Shaka Day," but I think now they were having me on.  I usually leave around 3:30, if I could, especially if I skipped lunch, or if E. made me something.  Unless there is a departmental meeting or a Center talk which I want or need to see, which takes until 6:00.  Driving home at 5:00 is almost as bad because of the snarled traffic.  Previously, I would make a circuit through the library before driving home, but the library has got rid of all its paper history-journal and Africanist-journal subscriptions, so there is no reason to go there.

I get home and settled and go directly to the book: the revisions to chapter six, which should have been made before submitting the whole thing I guess, but none of the changes are really basic or deeply significant ones.  I am a consumate reviser: I need to read right through each paragraph to the end and change things to make the voice consistent, persuasive, "showing" instead of "telling," and remove all flourishes . . . Adorno: "If you have the slightest suspicion something is not quite right in your writing, magnify that suspicion by a factor of a hundred to understand the real situation."  This is not a direct quote, but a paraphrase from memory.  I know this is a patent instance of finding classical "literate" support by cherry picking for my weaknesses.  I think of Steven Jay Gould, who wrote his manuscripts by putting sheets of paper in a typewriter and banging away.  A few hand corrections in pen, perhaps, and he was done.

Half past five or so I'm either cleaning up in preparation for E. and the tots and cooking-dinner time, or I am with the tots themselves.  Let's be serious: it is critically important for parents to spend time with their children, interacting with them, learning from them, hearing them, playing "baby games!" (there are several main roles: the babysitter, "Rena"; the mommy; the baby, who may also be played by a doll; the big sister; and the fairy godmother).  Teaching them not to launch themselves off the couch onto their heads.

Dinner time.  Dinner's over: it's clean-up time.  Bath time: Dada's in charge of baths and tooth-brushing and getting into jammies.  (E. does way more in the mornings.)  Humidifiers.  Clothes to be chosen for the morrow.  Clothes to be put back in drawers from the "clean" pile of laundry.  Now it is story time.  Coming back to tell a last story, to P., one more time.

Then I clean up the kitchen from E.'s cooking and everybody's eating.  Then I go into my home-office and work on the book review I'm late producing, and make sure I have all the South Africa class's papers in my bag.  I read a JSTOR article for a moment and then I look at a book I am seriously thinking about selecting for next semester (I know, I'm very late with that decision, but it is a domestic paperback I saw at the ASA and so it will arrive very fast).

Finally, I come out and spend an hour with my wife.  Sometimes we watch Law and Order, just right for our demographic.  Although, if you watch it late at night, all the TV commercials are about assisted living or cancer drugs or life insurance for the elderly.

It is midnight again.

How might I "add a third course" to my teaching schedule?  I  continue to act as if the University expects me to be aware, vital, producing scholar, going to conferences and writing books and chapters and articles.  There are not more hours in the day than the above suggests: the days vary, but add a sudden dissertation to be read, a sudden decision to honor a promise to onesself and read Matory's Atlantic book and teach it at just this point in the semester. In the non-Academic world, people who work nine to five or nine to seven and have Blackberries are paid enough that they hire caregivers for their children and housecleaners and order food in alot.  But not us.  We middle profs do not make that kind of money.

Look and tell me how many articles and books your married, with-children are producing right now, in their most vital time of life, and tell me it makes sense to increase the teaching load.

There is no magic trick.  You can't have it both ways.  Respect the reality of our lives — that faculty work to capacity, if they are good, all the time — or you decrease quality and attract repetition, uninformed parroting of old interpretations, rote lectures unresponsive to the times or issues of the day, new technical limitations on the interpersonal nature of teaching.  There is a labor reality here, with concrete effects.  With a third course, I will not be assigning twenty-five pages of writing, all of it line-edited for sense and argument by me, to thirty-six students any more, as I do now.  Hence the "quality" of their education will deteriorate.  Not necessarily their happiness as recorded on their feedback "evaluations," but the quality.

Other things a healthy faculty member who cares about his or her job needs: Friendships, Downtime, a non-academic interest or two.  F**** you, popular media, for making it seem as if the profs are getting free ride.

PS This morning I blew a half hour on this.  Now, I'm monitoring my two Independent Study students via exchanged ideas on e-mail.  One is going well, one very not so.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

To finish my thoughts.

"Spending" money: what the government says it is doing.
"Transferring prestige in ever more visible packages of fraudulence" is what it looks like they are doing.
The more it is stressed, pulled, leaned on, the weaker the infrastructure.  Ooops. We screwed up. We have to spend 

SEVEN TRILLION DOLLARS (!!!)

on this, that, and . . . accountability?  Transparency?  How can you look through a blizzard of cash, a Niagra Falls of liquidity?  Where to look?  You'll be deluged, bowled over!  It will take years to sort out.  Now, after zero oversight for years, the men in charge want to transfer the nation's capital to "backing" these companies which are no longer able to compete in the world market, and in invisible ways.  Why is that?  What is going on here?  Where is the Kos crowd on this, seriously, folks, we are talking about some serious shit here!  A stimulus package of sixty million dollars so exercised Bob Dole in the first year of the Clinton administration that he torpedoed it and sent notice that Bill Clinton would not have an easy time with Congress.  It was humiliating. 
Now, sixty million times TEN THOUSAND is being spent as A PAYMENT TO BANKS alone, forget about other "payments" to come . . .

Because one can't deal with it, directly . . .

I don't have a firm position.  We are sledding downhill, it is hard to have a firm position.
I hope people don't panic and stop spending money, but I also hope our highways become transformed into Indian boulevards choking with bikes and small cars with tiny engines whirring and humming about.
I want my car to sprout wings, and fly through time and space.  But not really, because that's
Death.

But anyway . . .

Combine euphoria and disenchantment: we will be austere, we will put our shoulder to the wheel: some of us remember bad times and normal times, base-level existence.  Small NYC apartments, a TV set, a microwave oven.  Not much has changed, really.

The little things.  What makes life worth living.  Like having tenure.

Today I "found out" (i.e. I did a Scroogle search in my name) that I've been anthologized by Berg Press under Elizabeth Edwards' co-editorship, with no advance warning.  A textbook, maybe a big seller, called "Visual Culture."  Okay, nice to be brought under someone else's armpit.

My dad says they don't want to give out thirty some copies to the authors who are anthologized.

Money.

Gawd I know it's been a long time

The events of the past weeks will not be digested, can't be.  People can't take it.  They'll retreat into college football and beer.  Like right now.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Brave New World

Nationalism will increasingly elide with business "stimulus" packages until taxpayers own larger proportions of major businesses and industries that would otherwise, in a global open economy, go under.

The Chinese are heralded in the New York Times for spending $ 586 Billion on their "stimulus package."  But they are a Communist country.

We are now like a Communist country, but one in which the people actually have a say.  Even that scarcely guarantees we won't badly fuck up.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Ell Bee 65

G.M. Bailout--Why is this not Common Sense? (from DKos)

Say NO to G.M.!
by pslandau
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Sat Nov 08, 2008 at 07:58:41 AM PST

Introducing the new General Motors SUV, the Tongass National Forest.

The Tongass get a wopping nine miles per gallon on the highway in its optional six-cylinder mode. Built from Japanese and Korean components, assembled, and polished, right here in the US of A, the Tongas signifies the way forward for G.M. for the next decades. The Tongass sports a revamped on-board computer satellite system that permits the driver to fall fully asleep for up to four hours in light traffic, and features mid-ride refueling by a portable drone sent by field commanders in Nevada. Eddie Bauer and L.L. Bean will team up to decorate the Tongass, with an optional all-ancient redwood interior, complete with a deep frier, portable toilet, gun rack, and beaver-pelt Landau roof.

And we've saved the best for last! With every new Tongass National Forest, G.M. will donate ten cents to the Sierra Club.

What? D'you mean . . . Oh. Well, sure, we'll look into hybrids and gas power, and so forth. We'll get right on it. May we please have several billion taxpayer dollars in the meantime? ADDENDUM: BASEMENT

Poll below.

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Gratified at the responses whatever the line taken, but hey, let's think for a moment.

Do we want a nationalized auto industry? Where will it end? Why do we think we can afford to buy chunks of failing industries in this country without a serious transformative plan? What the fuck is going on?

What about Ford? Or Toys R Us? I'd like Treasury to own some of that, too. What about Boeing? Do we really believe manufacturers of ANYTHING are safe in the coming year? What then is the plan?

[From the comments, I made one intervention further.]

I mourn GM with you. Financially and generally. But the questions I asked in the basement (above) still apply, however.

Consider: 1. a five-thousand dollar government rebate to Americans who buy a hybrid or EV car next year. 2. a short-term capital loan so GM's cash doesn't dry up. 3. The (next) president shortly gets personally involved and puts a stop to Bernanke's and Paulson's seat-of-the-pants expenditure of billions.

What do you think?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Why the Stock Market Lost 486 Points Today

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It is because Obama won.

It's simple. We don't have a president in Obama who distrusts us instinctively, and lies all the time, with every breath.

The Republicans in an election year thrive on bullshit, it is what makes their world go round, and it is what the market loves, too. It's how people keep prices over their ordinary book value as a factor of earnings.

So the mirrors and fog machine have been yanked aside.

Minus another percentage point later this week: my prediction. You saw it here.

NB ADDED 1/1/09: Ten percentage points more fell off that week.

Amen to all that

Okay I wrote about David Palmer, who ("who") had an effect in places where Strickland marched campaigners in Ohio and where Kerry won 10% and Obama polled 20. That may indeed have supplied Indiana and Nevada.

But there are real world precedents too.

Nelson Mandela made Obama in particular possible. Even keel. Steady hand. No reprisals after taking office. People can read what they want in Obama, but he knew the playbook: speak softly and clearly. Keep your hand on the rock.

Jesse Jackson made Obama more likely. Despite the: "I'd like to ERRRRRR! his balls off" remark. Jackson won Michigan and frightened the establishment — what's happening! REALLY? Jesse Jackson? — and sent a signal to America. It is possible.

Hilary Clinton made Obama much more likely. Thank about those attacks on Rev. Wright, foreignness, Bill Ayers, etc. All of it was filtered through an intra-Democratic organization, and so, muted, dimmed, dulled. Hilary so completely shaped the anti-Obama message that it could not easily morph into something more damaging (i.e. Republican). When Palin and belatedly McLame tried to gin up enthusiasm for such in the last months, the shit ricocheted back into their faces as "negativity," costing them Independents' votes. It is true: she did "vet" Obama. The proof is in last nite's results.

Chris Matthews. Someone give that man a job.

As a curmudgeonly aside, I am frankly incredulous that anyone would celebrate the chair-fillers who voted for Bush twice and now are persuaded that "this time it is different." I can deal with genuine Republicans just fine. But you . . . Really. Come on. You were an idiot for years, when it counted; you have now admitted it. Does that mean you are smarter now, and if so, why? Or that bedrock GOP "principles" are better nurtured by Obama than McCain? The goodness of Obama broke through the wall? Really? Go away.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Handed in my book ms

Empty feeling, horrible, but grand, like being relieved of a burden, being able to look around the room again.  Noticing how I'd held everything in abeyance and now have to deal with it.  The horrible state of my absurd piles of notes and photocopies.  My lecture notes sprayed out all over the floor.  I sent it to E.C. on Wednesday.  I wait for peer review notes.  I hope to have a contract. I hope they publish it.  I don't know how to do real maps.  I hope they advise me on the maps.  I am happy I managed to write it.  It was write it or die.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Curtain drops after ants' final act

Click here to see the article in Science News.

A Brazilian ant colony leaves some members out in the cold each night — literally. Tasked with closing the nest door from the outside, these ants complete their final mission and wander off, never to be seen again, researchers report in the November American Naturalist.

Self-sacrifice for the sake of the colony isn’t unusual in social insects — individuals will often take one for the team, improving the chances that close relatives survive. But unlike a guard bee that dies after stinging an intruder, there is no blaze of glory for these ants. They are probably old workers that meet death alone after fulfilling the door-closing duty.

“If you use the workers for this task, it is not that big of a cost to the colony,” says Adam Tofilski of the Agricultural University in Kraków, Poland, who led the new study.

Forelius pusillus ants nest in the sandy roads that crisscross sugarcane fields near São Paulo, Brazil. During the day, the ants are very active, transporting sand excavated from the nest to a pile surrounding the entrance. But at sundown all the ants go inside, save for a handful of workers who spend nearly an hour dragging and carrying sand from the pile back to the entrance to cover it. In the entrance-closing finale, one to eight ants kick sand backward, doggy-style, until the entrance is completely obscured. Then these ants depart. In the morning the entrance is opened from the inside and the door-closers never return to the nest, the researchers report.

The ants are so small and hard to see, the scientists weren’t able to mark those trapped outside, says Tofilski. He speculates they might be old ants whose days are numbered. Many social insects take on different tasks as they age — in their youth, they’ll stay inside and care for young, graduating to riskier tasks when older.

“If you think of a worker as a bit like a battery — at the beginning of life it is fully charged — you don’t want to lose it then,” comments behavioral ecologist Peter Nonacs of the University of California, Los Angeles.

Nonacs points to the idea of the “disposable caste,” put forth by entomologist Sanford Porter in the early 1980s based on his observations of harvester ants. Porter proposed a life progression through different castes, or classes, whereby individuals graduate to riskier jobs as they age. By the time harvester ants made it to forager, a status held by the eldest ants, they had lost about 40 percent of their weight and their jaws were completely worn down.

“These guys aren’t expected to last that long — they are running very close to empty,” says Nonacs. He has studied other species of ants that shut down the colony at night but have figured out how to do so from the inside, letting the wind completely obscure the opening.

The researchers aren’t sure why the nest must be totally covered. The technique may protect the colony from predators, parasites or rain, says Tofilski.

Figuring out how to track the tiny individual ants could answer some interesting questions, says Nonacs. For example, “How many days can you go as a colony-closer before your number is up?”

The paper version ends: "These guys aren't expected to last that long — they are running very close to empty," says Peter Nonacs of the University of California, Los Angeles.

Well, let me say, Nonacs, you've got it all wrong. We Closers have our own lore. We are a special caste, and you don't have the right to talk about us. In the days before we Close, we are fed specially by just-born worker ants who fellate our antennae and groom our pincer hairs whenever we motion. Then the morning comes, and everyone makes way for us, a small movement of the abdomen, a bowing of the antennae briefly by a young upstart, and we rest. It is said that once twenty or twenty five generations ago the Queen herself came out and opened an eye on the Closers. And we rest some more, or perhaps pretend to help load for a while, and then the night comes and we rest by the Entrance and wait, and bid goodbye, and we are off. Out — at night. Ah yes, we put the last boulders in. Big fucking deal. Then we are gone.

And we scout at night. We look for the next week's harvest. We leap over precipices and mountains, nothing stops us. If we Return at all it will be a miracle, we will bring news to the others, the Queen may intimate something to her hordes of frightening harpies, and a Direction may be supplied. Such things are known to have happened. Meanwhile, it is true, the survival rate is not high. The things of the night are not kind to Trappers.  They scheme and they slide. They come as ghosts with poison and sprays and fangs. We stay perfectly still under a leaf. If it rains we look at God and we say, "If I Return I will be famous." If the mammoth horror of the pupae comes, "Let me provoke indigestion." I myself have seen the night sky and lived to tell of it. It is true that lanterns hang in a cavern.

The Birds need no introduction. They take everyone, the brave, the strong. There is sleep for us now. But if —

in a miracle —

a Closer survives the rising of the sun and my friends I am not lying I have SEEN THE SUN RISE FROM THE SOIL with my own eyes —

and if, in a double miracle, after such an ancient departure, HE IS RECOGNIZED BY THE YOUNG GUARDS and not killed immediately — 

the fanfare, the triumphant blaze of a return! To bring news of a burr of subsoil fungus the size of a barn, or a dead opossum wedged improbably in a rotting tree crevice!

Feast with us and then and only then shall you speak of the Closers.



Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sense of avoidance

Seems to me there is a pervasive sense that we have been avoiding reality as a society, and that there is a sense of guilt, not only fear, that we sort of knew it, that we'd convinced ourselves otherwise, but that it really is the case that our homes and businesses and 401 Ks are not worth quite as much as we thought.  The fire-hose of credit is cinched off for a few days and look what happens, we notice that our lives are pretty much the same as in the 1980s, after all.  What is wealth but the feeling that we have moved forward to new heights?  We kept telling ourselves we had; knowing, with the other half of our brain, that we were not moving to new heights, that the Iraq war bill and massive borrowing were real, that we would have to pay for it all somehow, morally, emotionally, financially, and in getting Miele washing machines.



Monday, October 20, 2008

Public Image of Florida in This Campaign

We can't run our own affairs. We're stupid. We can't coordinate a vote. We're hateful, moronic Country Club conservatives and we're red plaid shirted scraggly guys at the bar. We'd shoot you if we could.

We're golf players.

We're those pink and white beaches filled with your Jewish grandparents, their skin hanging off them like brown saddle bags. "Get me another Coke, honey, and stop talking about Obama!"

We're gun-toting Cubans. We're suave drug dealers with motorboats. We're car thieves in Miami chop shops. We're old men with orange tans and white, shiny shoes. We're the pool boy.

We're Jeb Bush angling to be your president some day.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Sick, furious, depressed

From others I respect, this is the way to feel. It is true that the level of malicious stupidity, the horror of empowering people specifically because they hate the educated, the cosmopolitan, the life-affirming, the racist imagery effortlessly called up, the triangulation of black people, "community organizers," '60s riots and bombings, and the inner city . . . Yes they hit hard, yes McCain is dreadful. But the worst to me, personally, the worst of the worst, was when McCain said that returning Iraqi war veterans should be able to go straight into social studies teaching, without having to get certified. No one picked up on this. No one commented on it.

Let alone the idea that the veterans who demonstrated at Hofstra against the war . . .

But the point . . . ah, fuck it. Really, isn't it only too obvious that it is another attack on "book learnin'," on "edu-ka-shun," on being prepared not just by having taken orders and killed people and been scared shitless and perhaps understood something about the world that others never really get, THAT makes you know about history . . .

Think about that.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Essay in Faculty Voice, 2008/9 (forthcoming):

History on Paper:
On the Disappearance of “Journals” at McKeldin Library
(for The Faculty Voice, UMD)
Paul S. Landau
Assoc. Prof. of History (Africa), College Park
October 10th, 2008

Last fall, I discovered that in my sub-field of history — African history — seven out of eight major journals (I inquired about eight) would no longer appear on Mckeldin’s premises. Even premium journals such as Africa, The Journal of African History, and African Affairs, were gone. No longer would fresh copies be stacked on the metal shelves among the Current Periodicals, no longer would they be bound into orange and avocado hardbacks, no longer smartly shelved with their ancient antecedents. Henceforth new “issues” and “volumes” would be words only, written in light, shimmering over menus of further text.

Which is, I hasten to add, far better than nothing. It would certainly be worse not having any access to the mainspring of knowledge generated in my field. We still get legible versions of the text of the articles. That is important. But nothing should disguise the major scholastic and archival shift that has been undertaken. Some of the abrogated paper journals stretch back in unbroken series on our shelves to the early twentieth century.

What the heck are “journals” (or “periodicals”) anyway? They serve different purposes for different fields, with very different budgetary costs, and varying utitlity. But for us historians, they represent the medium for half our work-product. Aside from directly communicating with students, we publish, essentially in two forms: hard-bound first-edition monographs and compendia bought by most libraries (often accompanied by or followed by paperbacks, more usually bought by
the public); and thin, paper-bound books issued quarterly- or semi-annually, also bought by libraries. Both require authors to submit to the process of “peer review.” The second kind of book — the journal — is left on an open shelf for a year, under its name, and then a bindery sews issues together into volumes under hard covers, and they are shelved. At least in the subfields I know about, journals feature the most ground-breaking work, sometimes years ahead of monographical treatments.

Granted, there has been an explosion of journals over the past ten or so years, perhaps a vague echo of the financial bubble which has now burst. Quality has not always been high. There remain, however, influential, core journals, which are still preeminent, still going strong in bound paper, and which the library has been collecting that way for many, many decades. Those have been switched too. People at the library quickly assured me that Africa was not (deliberately) targetted, and indeed the scope now clearly takes in many fields. The “switches” are negotiated not by journal-title, but wholesale, with third-party institutions selling subscribers access to publishers’ entire lists, so they are becoming almost automatic. The history of Russia, of the British Empire, of Science, have also been heavily impacted. The Current Periodicals area, traditionally a critically important part of a functioning University library, is growing smaller and smaller.
The library’s policy published on its web page tells us that recent “user surveys” suggest wide support for the electronic switches, “for many titles,” but, and here is the crucial rider, “especially titles that are not core for any campus research or teaching programs.” Did the library make an effort to discern these criteria? No one I spoke to in my department knew about the policy when I first asked around about it, although a few of them had suspected as much. Ergo, the library did not require faculty input order to make their switches.

The library staff kindly made me aware of the University Library Council Minutes. They are an informative, though head-ache inducing, way to learn about how the policy was formulated and implemented, and with what priorities (http://www.lib.umd.edu/deans/ULC/2008/minutesULC2008-03-12.html). One may also now read the posted page, “Policy On Collecting Only Electronic Versions Of Journals.” The Africanist journal “switches” had (it transpires) been made over the past several years. The underlying reason for the policy, as for many departures in library affairs, is, no surprise, cost.

Indeed, the Dean of the library, Charles Lowry, conveyed a sense of management under crisis, noting the unsatisfactory funding situation at the library, compared to all our peer institutions. In an hour-long chat Dean Lowry graciously had with me, I raised not only the matter of the shift away from paper in mainstream journals, but also the McKeldin reserve reading desk’s move away from print and paper: faculty are not presently permitted to leave a short paper or a photocopy (or two) of a published chapter, article, or manuscript, at the reserve desk. Faculty must (not may) use ELMS even for a small seminar class. Just as with the reserve room desk — I suggested to Dean Lowry — more and more material has to be accessed electronically at McKeldin to be seen.

Indeed, with Dean Lowry’s energetic guidance, and under financial pressure, McKeldin Library has been turning away from paper and print, its historic purview, and looking toward a bright and virtual future. Down with bricks and mortar, up with I-Phone and lap-tops, at home or in a café. Many students do not mind losing print, and, happily, in the digital domain, the university is nationally competitive. The DRUM project especially, for instance, a digital repository housed here, is exemplary. What matter if we get the digital versions of journals, and not the paper itself? Why care? Here’s why.

Don’t we get to archive the journal’s contents electronically? Not necessarily . . .

In the switched journals I’ve looked into, we don’t actually “collect” electronic versions, either back issues or current ones (despite the “Policy on Collecting . . .” claim). We just pay yearly for continued access. JSTOR and other services provide us with access to back issues (some we have in paper, some we no longer collect). So, should McKeldin library ever stop subscribing to the services that provide us access to new and old journals — if intermediaries fail, or hike their prices, or cut back their business — our students may lose access to a particular run. Then, for as long as we remained desubscribed, we would not “have” any of the issues after the last paper copy received. This is already happening at some universities.

Doesn’t it cost more to bind and store journals, than to subscribe electronically?
Over the short term, maybe, maybe not. Who can tell what the future will bring to computing platforms and protocols? Over the long term, surely not. Paper and print is still the best and most proven way to preserve written knowledge at low cost for very, very long periods of time. Short of catastrophic fire, it is hard to imagine our library losing its bound journal runs unless we decided to get rid of them.

One might say, Yes, yes, but surely electronic is better than print-only subscription.

We can’t go back to the old days. I agree. We can’t because it is scarcely an option, whatever we would do. Nowadays, publishers supply digital versions with their print subscriptions, for subscribing institutions themselves to archive and provide. After all, libraries can easily scan journals and put them on ELMS, or e-mail them to requesting faculty, so this is really only a convenience. The point is: Only having paper is no longer one of our options! The choice is between owning paper and pixels, or renting pixels.

What about the cost savings?

For some “switched” Africanist journals, the difference in price per year for current issues is not very much: even five or ten dollars per year. There are science journals (not History of Science journals) for which this differential amounts to many thousands of dollars, and cost is indeed a major issue. But for most of the journals in History, the difference is not much.
Okay, then, but don’t we find electronic journals easier to search and browse?
In some ways — 24/7 visual internet access — clearly this is a plus. In other ways, not so much. Consider that it is quite easy to amble through a functioning Current Periodicals room, picking up copies of journals with “Africa” in their titles, and leafing through them. Same for other interests. Well, go on-line to McKeldin’s website now, and try “browsing the Africanist historical journals for this past year.” Hesitating? That’s because it is not easy. Even if you know the names of the major journals, it is a task. (Go ahead, try it!) Just because computer users deploy the word “browse,” does not make the word mean the same thing. Now, once you have found something interesting, in an on-line trawl, studies show that your retention rate from reading it on a screen is far lower than from print. Assuming the goal is still a beginning-to-end read through of at least one article, as we in the Humanities continue to pretend, each reader still has to hit the “print” command: an ecologically unsound principle.

The library argues first that a persistantly inadequate level of funding compels their current policy, and second, that the equivalence between paper and electronic access makes the switches of no great moment. The absence of consultation, the issues of long-term cost, ease of use, openness, permanence, and ecology, are all reasons to question this explanation, and to revise the trend toward derogating print in favor of digital-only. There is one more reason. In order to make use of printed text, a person has, in some measure, to take an active part in learning: to travel, to devote time, to summarize, note down. The reader must be present and processing. That one does not have to digest digital text to use it, will be apparent to faculty in whose courses students have shown them as much, scarcely aware that they are committing plagiarism. Just like paper books, paper journals help our students, whether they always feel so or not.

Let there be no mistake: electronic media is terrific. I personally have used e-mail consistently since 1992, and at present I have a blog on a website on which I post daily JPEG files, an audio and slide assigment for my class on the History of South Africa. I just read two dissertations on line, one from an American and one a Dutch university. Internet access to OCLC and ILL and the Library of Congress catalogue and JSTOR is great. My students use ELMS (I have twenty-six readings up) and do internet-based research assignments, locating primary and secondary material internationally. But what is actually housed in our library, is worth considering separately. We must actively decide what we want there.

Ultimately we all wish to maintain McKeldin as a fixture on our campus. The success of McKeldin’s internet coffeehouse is gratifying, as it draws students into the McKeldin building. But the ultimate worth of the library is whether students do other things besides on-line work there, which, after all, they can do anywhere. The right to ask one’s students to read important material in bound print, should remain (for central and important work) with faculty, not library administrators. The library must not end its collection of important historical journals in print. Yes paper takes up valuable real estate at the center of campus.

That’s the point.

N.B.:
In February of this year, at my request, other Africanist and Africa-connected history faculty, Ira Berlin, Hilary Jones, David Sartorius, and Peter Wien, joined me in a letter to the University Library Council, James F. Klumpp, and Dean Lowry, asking for the reversal of the journals policy for the central periodicals in the field of African history, at least the top few of them. Our letter also made the case for suspending further “switches” in all historical fields until a better and more complete consultation had been undertaken with faculty for their areas of specialization. We have received from Mr. Klumpp in March a polite but clear defense of the existing policy, projecting specific budgetary shortfalls, a picture which can hardly have improved since then. No action has been taken to restore any Africanist journals.

Students taking my midterm right now . . . .

What a sense of power! The heads are bowed as in prayer. I put in a few wildcards, but it is fairly straightforward. I think.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Once I was cool: Message to David Byrne

Once I remember I begged and pleaded to get into a Talking Heads concert at the age of 17 in Paris because I had recognized the mere outline of the United States in the newspaper as the Talking Heads logo, and I was walked by their dressing rooms by a man who refused our money, and the B-52s were still playing as the warm-up band when we got in.

Once I knew who Stiv Bator was and how the Sid Vicious film deviated from the real story and hung out with a heroin addict and his best friend, a porn star. I worked at Max's Kansas City for a month and had to ask why everyone wore gold razor blades around their necks. By the time I turned eighteen, I could ask around to find out who the actors were in Stranger than Paradise (the singer). I bought pizza for 35 cents and thought Stromboli was too sweet and went everywhere by Subway. I remember when Heart of Glass was not even a sell out, but a joky pastiche of a sell out. And that London Calling was such a disappointment that Danny held it out at arm's length and said, "Pink Floyd." And by the time I saw The Cramps I was very worried that I had missed out, that it was past their prime. That was 1978. I was still too young to stay out late enough to hear the main attractions at the Mud Club, so I didn't go. It was too loud, anyway. I played a good deal of pool, even though I was never very sharp, first uptown at the old place on Broadway, Guys and Dolls, and then when that became an Oriental rug dealership, Julians, off Union Square.

In 1981 for a summer I lived on 4th St. and Avenue A and listened to The Psychedelic Furs on a record player. Friends tell me Madonna was desperate that year because everyone left her party before midnight on New Year's Eve. I was somewhere else, eating Mulligatawny soup on Little India street.

In 1983 I lived on 13th St. between A and B and hung out at Life Cafe, later called Dave's Life Cafe. The luxury high-rise Chris. House off Tompkins Sq. Park was an abandoned shell. You were scared even in a group around there. The Red Bar opened. Parties downtown were always packed with people and ridiculously loud like a Subway train. I sought to dress in second hand clothes but spurned Alice's Underground and any other shop and went exclusively to the Salvation Army and St. Vincent de Paul's. My overcoat did not fit me well, but it was cashmere.

I was 21.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Pastor Muthee and his Kiambu Church

"According to accounts of the witchhunt circulated on evangelical websites such as Prayer Links Ministries, after Pastor Muthee declared Mama Jane a witch, the townspeople became suspicious and began to turn on her, demanding that she be stoned. Public outrage eventually led the police to raid her home, where they fired gunshots, killing a pet python which they believed to be a demon.

"After Mama Jane was questioned by police – and released – she decided it was time to leave town, the account says.

"Pastor Muthee has frequently referred to this witchhunt in his sermons as an example of the power of “spiritual warfare”. In October 2005, he delivered ten sermons at the Wasilla Assembly of God, the audio of which was available on the church’s website until it was removed around the time Mrs Palin’s candidacy was announced. The blog Irregular Times has listings and screen grabs of the sermons."

So Palin has hands-on experience after all!

Lieberman Speaketh

CNN 4:20 PM: "The Democrats alone are not going to solve this problem . . ."

Lieberman is a GOP bell weather for long range chess. Let's listen in on (an imagined) conversation on the corner of 13th and K:

"Senator McCain is known as an aisle crosser and the whole service thing. People buy him putting bipartisanship before winning the presidency. We've said over and over that he puts country before winning the election; my goodness, recently it seems John puts a great many things ahead of winning the election. Folks will have no trouble believing this one. And, as I've said, in actuality, we aren't going to win in November.

"Rick and I think that the best we can do is look good, and hope something breaks our way, and saddle Obama with the mess. Also this contrasts talk, which we are saying is all Obama does, and action, which our pilot has instead of brains. Bush doesn't exist anymore, people are listening to Paulson and Bernanke. So I say, saddle the Democrats with the bailout, the effects of it, the responsibility for it, the whole thing. Make it a Democratic problem and a Democratic solution, starting right now."

Monday, September 22, 2008

What if Palin were a Man?

I was just an ordinary Dad, Charlie, minding my own business. My family took all my time. My son is going into the military next week — d'you know that? I requested and received a huge official send-off for him.

Yeah, well, Charlie, when I came out my adolescent period, in the town where I went to high school in, Wasilla, I thought, "I could be mayor here." Why not. I've always been good at what I've tried my hand at, from when I was a cheerleader on.

True, I moved around a lot during college — but it was for the experience. And yes, I was never as well known in these parts as my wife, of course — it's her bobsledding and so on career that makes everyone around here excited. My girl! Did I tell you she's part Inuit?

More than anything, Charlie, I'm just a regular fella, a hunter, pro life as heck. And Russia? I can see Russia from my bedroom window. When my girls were young, my buddies called me "Mr. Hockey Mom." Gradually people started saying, "Palin, you should run for office." So I did, and I won, natch. First thing I did in office, I axed the Bridge to Nowhere — then I fired the official cook! Cost too damn much!

[Stab at a Daily Kos diary . . . not sure what they want . . . or if anyone really cares. But it's one line of text, and you have to click on it to care, so, okay then.]

Thursday, September 18, 2008

DC Rat Abatement Program under Mayor Fenty

Update on the rat patrol.
I revisited the DC government's website and tried to register and report a rat problem in the alley. The software kept putting in "Ellenberger Street" or something for E street, our street (I've shifted the letter), no matter how carefully I entered the address. So in the "comments" section, I gave our address correctly and described the problem.
I then phoned the department of health and talked at length to a nice man. I suggested that he collaborate with another department to clear the debris and impacted refuse from the "hedges" area of the alley, "Congressional Court," but this idea was treated with silence and then disparaged. "I'll send the Parks department a message."
Three weeks ago the Dept. of Health phoned Emily and asked whether our household would participate in a survey about whether the Dept. of Health gave them satisfaction. It was set to take 20 minutes. Emily was willing to do it, but they just had to talk to the man of the house. Only the patriarch for this particular poll. I refused.
This afternoon, September 17th, a woman from the DC Department of Health phoned me, and said, "Are you etc. etc. who lives at etc. etc.? The inspector came to your address. They did not find any rat holes." I asked the lady, who had a sore throat and was almost inaudible, whether they looked in the alley, as I had reported. Nope, "it only says "the front stoop" here."
They are right, the squirrel has taken over, and the traps have not caught a rat in a while. But the rear is still infested with rats, according the Eastern Texan Democratic Party sixty-ish neighbor, who kills them in his yard in sprung traps. Their holes are there, in the misbegotten vegitative matter covering the ground behind all the rear fences of the streetfront addresses. No one is going to do anything, the nice woman said to me, but I could "get up a neighborhood petition."
That's the advice the neighbor Texas guy told me he had received.
Thanks, Mayor Fenty!

Democrats "slander" Palin in an "onslought"

The GOP shill's talking points remain Barthian as ever: Now, it's "accuse your enemy of what you are yourself doing in the most egregious manner." Deflect attention from the race-baiting, evil depictions of Obama the GOP puts out, and blaming their failure on the evil media's depictions of her.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Excerpts from Sarah Palin interview with Chris Matthews


Matthews: Do you really believe —

Palin: Chris, I believe Jesus Christ is my sa–

Matthews: Do you really believe that Jesus is coming in our lifetime at the end of the world as we know it —

Palin: Chris, my beliefs are my own —

Matthews: But you say that, I hear people say that, Christians, Christians say that, and it makes you wonder — I mean, aren't your beliefs what you actually believe?  I mean, don't you actually believe that these things are going to happen?

Palin: My church teaches that God is real, and present in our lives —

Matthews: And that the endtimes are coming?  Governor Palin, do you or don't you believe —

What Charlie Gibson's interview with Palin should have been


Gibson:  Governor Palin, what's the capital of Pennsylvania?

Palin: Charlie, I don't think a test or quiz is appropriate.

Gibson: Is it Philadelphia?  Can we say it's Philadelphia?

Palin: All right, Charlie.

Gibson: Have you ever been to Pennsylvania?  What's the Alleghenies look like this time of year?

Palin: What I do know is that the people of Pennsylvania —

Gibson: It's Harrisburg.

Palin: I'm for keeping America safe.

Gibson: Gov. Palin, when your son in law describes himself as a "fuckin' redneck" on his Face Book page, what does he mean? 

Palin: I don't — I don't judge Levi, he's part of our family.  And I'm not sure I like the tone —

Gibson:  I mean what is a "redneck" in terms of ordinary, lowbrow, icebound, in-bred, alcoholic Alaskans?

Palin: Excuse me?

Gibson: I said what is a "redneck" in terms of ordinary

Palin: Charlie, I'm ending this interview now if you think — 

Gibson: If a 72 or 73-year old man dropped dead, like that never happens, you'd be in charge of the country.

Palin:  Goodbye.

Gibson:  WAKE UP AMERICA!

X is Y

People started to really believe this.  

Or, there was new knowledge that it didn't matter what they thought they believed.

Knowledge generated about the behavior of crowds, or ordinary thoughtless people, that allowed experts to determine that it paid off to tell a lie in such-and-such a way, rather than tell the truth, even if —

even if people learn it's a lie.  Or "learn it is a lie."

To me, that's the worst news.

It is as if, having been told that there are only positions, and no more truth, people have taken away the message that it's okay to believe bullshit that they kind of know isn't so, but so what, the other side does it . . .

Imminent financial catastrophe

New York Times, Sept. 17, 2008:


The Fed’s rescue of A.I.G. failed to stem the runaway fears engulfing the global financial system and stocks plummeted worldwide.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

What to do about slurs?

Recently a blog I view as a paradigm of fair and entertaining conversation, one of like three I read, sadly —

This one

Argues that should the Dems respond to Obama's besmirching with fire, they should really respond with fire ("GOP protects child molestors").

I would like to see that.

In the meantime I think also that this playbook ends with a sign: "anything goes from now on." The only move that forecloses on that is the highroad, where the public outcry finally turns the Rovian barrage back upon itself.  The New York Times has finally got a little of its cojones back with today's paper, but it needs still to be said:

The McCain campaign is a smear campaign.  The McCain campaign wants to push outward the boundaries of what constitutes civil discourse when it comes to race, and to allow more and more racism into public discourse, because this makes it easier for people to give voice to their own racism, and to vote against Obama for "other reasons."

If Obama makes it about which platform the voter wants to see in operation, realistically, he wins.

The GOP will therefore stop at nothing to make the election "not about issues," but about whether you want a black man named Barack Obama to be your president.  This mild mannered, likable man, moderate in demeanor, cautious if clear, is somehow less "appealing" to the masses, say the GOP thinkers, than — 

a random white mom selected from nowhere —

Let's just say it plainly.

So long as it can also be conceded, as irrelevant to the point I am making, that she is a capable administrator and charismatic leader, not to say a Charismatic!  (Actually I understand a Dominion Pre-Millenialist Christian, but not of the Joel's Army stripe.)


Saturday, September 13, 2008

Zimbabwe undecided

This decision is no decision, obviously. Mbeki cheapens the fact of voting when he says "The Zimbabwean people have made a decision and now we have to leave it to them." How humiliating for thinking men and women in South Africa. As if the people of Zimbabwe did not make a decision at the polls, which the state determined not to follow. The use of the Old Man for this purpose reminds me of the Star Trek episode where the mock up of Hitler's command center was thought to be most useful to keep order on the alien planet. Shockingly, everything had turned to shit.

Let's all pretend that we are collaborating and compromising.

Or let's have a real parliamentary system. Or let's get rid of the African state as it is now constituted.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

9/11 Recalled Verbatim

First written, never posted, on Sept. 12, 2001.


"Four jet planes [sic] were hijacked yesterday morning while I was flying home to Reagan National Airport in Washington, D.C., from New York's LaGuardia. Two hijacked planes, travelling from Dulles Airport on their way to L.A., were smashed into the World Trade Center, destroying both towers and killing many thousands of people. Another airplane was piloted into the Pentagon, burning a chunk of the huge structure, while the last jet was crashed into a field near Pittsburgh, probably because of some heroic act on the part of the passengers or crew.

"The first response of the military, according to the television journalist Tim Russert, was shock and anger, not at the fact of a terrorist attack on U.S. soil, which was, Russert said, "expected" — he used this very word but at the precision and perfect execution of the attack. "They chose planes leaving for Los Angeles. The bastards knew they would have full tanks of fuel for maximum impact," Russert quoted a military man as saying.

"Most people in lower Manhattan said that seeing th efall of the towers was like watching a movie or being woken up from a "dream." (Why have we seen so many movies with these images in them? Were we in a dream?) NBC created a logo shown in the lower fight hand corner, as did CNN, and then many other television stations followed suit [sic], all of which say "Attack on America." It looks like any other logo. THis morning the narrative has progressed and the logos say, "The Day After," perhaps a reference to a famous television film shown in 1982 at the height of the Cold War . . .

"The attack punched right through the surface of complacency and familiarity with everyday life, and to some extent the networks have been trying to calm their viewers, recalling familiar narratives in which enemies are irrational, our spirit indominable [sic], our response unified and professional.

"Initially it appeared that the whole story was being managed or suppressed. The mayor of New York [Giuliani] was about to estimate the numebr of people killed and he was cut off. The military has cordoned the press from the Pentagon in such a way so that no decent visuals of the damage have been shown on television. For a long time there was no ground-level footage of the Wall Street area. I heard from observers through word of mouth that people had been falling or jumping out of windows from the burning towers. The first respons of the government was to hide the president. Key members of the administration were also spirited away. A spokeswoman, Karen Hughes, a political appointee close to the president and someone of no official authority, was the first government representative really to brief the press. She stressed that "banks have been open today" (Tuesday), a sign also to the perpetrators that they did not shut down our financial engines. . . .

"I thin the perpetrators of these acts should be punished. But I also know that the spectacle of mass displacement and destruction is familiar to people in impoverished or war-torn places in the world, like Congo and Sierra Leone and Namibia, that supply many of the substances [coltan, bauxite, diamonds, uranium] that supply the technology that drives the marketplace here. In the U.S. we are at the center of a regime that relies on people in faraway places to sell their labor and their products into a global market that effectively bars many of them from ever attaining the kinds of comforts taken for granted by us here. The detruction of the World Trade Center . . . has driven home the fragility of the boundaries between our world, our dream, and the places where all those other people live.

"I think the attack will ultimately force the U.S. to think more clearly . . . the rhetorical response by the government was that of a nation-state in peril. Today Secretary Powell is asking the international community, and particularly NATO, for ints unqualified support, on the grounds that our territory has been directly attacked. Our military will however very likely be acting unilaterally, and in the this sense we are now a nation at war.

"On the other hand, it seems to me that the attack was not made entirely, or even mainly, on the capacity of the U.S. as a nation-state, but on the U.S. as the controlling center of the world economy, and the enforcer of policies abroad, especially in the middle east, that are linked to that economy. We thought we could administer this structure — an empire, an economy, a sphere of interest — with no security at its core. We assumed we operate as we did partly because we wtill hold ideals enshrined by Jefferson and Adams and Paine, and partly because we have grown complacent and ignorant. We have a presence in the world that goes well beyond any other nation's, and a standard of living that relies on this presence. Maybe scholars and even politicians think about these things, but most Americans do not. I suspect Thomas Jefferson himself would call us an imperial power if he were alive today. I think Americans will now have to consider these kinds of contradictions with greater self-consciousness in the wake of this attack.

"The ruins of seven collapsed buildings in New York are still burning at this time."

Trying to get over the fear . . .

We've seen it again and again, the back of my neck is clammy, the media manipulation, the ever-aggrieved tone, the pre-packaged commentators willing to lie for the GOP, the predictable smears:

As in associating Obama with inappropriate discussions of sex with children, even though he aimed to protect children from inappropriate adults; associate Obama with "attacks" on Palin, with "demeaning" remarks never uttered nor thought, with "sexist" positions because little minds think it is good to accuse those against sexism in the workplace or violence against women that they are the
real sexists . . . most of all, this time, "the real" is the major trope: the real maverick, the real agent of change, the real reformer, the real women's boosters: You can have your white cake and eat it too, they tell you!

Linked to Haley Barbour's attempt to disenfranchise African American voters in Mississippi, and other efforts recently detailed by Andrew Hacker; the idea is to suppress the Obama vote with the old Jim Crow techniques, Whitifying this election!

Don't fall for it please don't fall for the lies

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Difficult times

It is hard to watch the soulless hordes of talking heads with one side getting to tell the truth and the other to echo the lies. They are lies. Alan Combs is actually angry; the idea that "Obama . . . Sex . . . Kindergarteners" is anything more than, well, what it is . . . Think about it, for a moment. The first thrust is: "Look, folks, he's insulting the white not-so-bad-looking white lady!" Then, this. The black man, the father, is the "uppity" black, and his sin is leering at your wife and kids. String him up.

That's what is going on here. That's what the GOP is doing. Talk about Nixonian politics.

I mean this literally, really I do. Take a look at the way lynchings unfolded in the South. The accusations that were made, the reaction of the crowd, the focus on violated motherhood and purity. Palin, pure as the Alaskan snows! The disembowelling of the corpse! "Lipstick on a pig, he said! It meant something different when The Senator said it, about Hillary, than when you said it, Obama!"

It is a shadow play, and we are being asked to get in touch with those parts of our psyche that we rightly most despise, and project them forward . . . parts that we might ordinarily wish we could leave behind. Don't trust the black man, get that guy, THERE! part of white America's mentality. That's the meaning of the Palin candidacy. That's the thread they want to pull, the feeling they want to legitimize and channel in the voting booth . . .

Please, please God, please let enough of my countrymen wake up by election day and vote for Obama

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Palinophobia

Frightened. She's a symbol of something I don't want to think about. Representation and American credulity, the spread of a faux-reality, the giant flat screen TVs in poor urban Americans' homes.

Old folks wanting to live out their lives without making any changes at all, obese people, moronic people, fetal alcohol syndrome babies now grown up, hated bosses. Used-to-hunt fellers. Wife-beaters.

America's outward religiousity. Pre-millenarian "belief", how it actually functions in real life.

About wanting things to be a certain way, . . . substituting for making them that way.

That Pacino movie about the computer-generated female actress nobody saw.

Something deeply wrong in the American character.

Something even deeper. Something about huddling on the ground in the soaking rain, praying together, 'cuz it was just sooo important to pray the way one wanted to, — while native American warriors cudgelled one's family to death.

Something wrong.

Rachel Maddow's first show

Was great. It even featured an in-joke about dominant vs. passive homosexual partners and esteemed military officers officiating a baseball game ("at least they should be pitching," said her gay gossipy pal). We need more of her.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Primary source assignments

Here is the link to my teaching blog, the one following the Northern Light Company up into Matabeleland and "Bechuana" country.

Logbook

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Mudflats

Mike and Molly had a rocky marriage. When the marriage broke up, there was a bitter custody fight that is still ongoing. During the custody investigation, all sorts of things were brought up about Wooten including the fact that he had illegally shot a moose (yes folks this is Alaska), driven drunk, and used a taser (on the test setting, he reminds us) on his 11-year old stepson, who supposedly had asked to see what it felt like. While Wooten has turned out to be a less than stellar figure, the fact that Palin's father accompanied him on the infamous moose hunt, and that many of the dozens of charges brought up by the Palin family happened long before they were ever reported smacked of desperate custody fight. Wooten's story is that he was basically stalked by the family.

After all this, Wooten was investigated and disciplined on two counts and allowed to kept his position with the troopers. Enter Walt Monegan, Palin's appointed new chief of the Department of Public Safety and head of the troopers. Monegan was beloved by the troopers, did a bang-up job with minimal funding and suddenly got axed. Palin was out of town and Monegan got "offered another job" (aka fired) with no explanation to Alaskans. Pressure was put on the governor to give details, because rumors started to swirl around the fact that the highly respected Monegan was fired because he refused to fire the aforementioned Mike Wooten. Palin vehemently denied ever talking to Monegan or pressuring Monegan in any way to fire Wooten, or that anyone on her staff did. Over the weeks it has come out that not only was pressure applied, there were literally dozens of conversations in which pressure was applied to fire him. Monegan has testified to this fact, spurring an ongoing investigation by the Alaska state legislature. But, before this investigation got underway, Palin sent the Alaska State Attorney General out to do some investigative work of his own so she could find out in advance what the real investigation was going to find. (No, I'm not making this up). The AG interviewed several people, unbeknownst to the actual appointed investigator or the Legislature! Palin's investigation of herself uncovered a recorded phone call retained by the Alaska State Troopers from Frank Bailey, a Palin underling, putting pressure on a trooper about the Wooten non-firing. Todd Palin (governor's husband) even talked to Monegan himself in Palin's office while she was away. Bailey is now on paid administrative leave.

As if this weren't enough, Monegan's appointed replacement Chuck Kopp, turns out to have been the center of his own little scandal. He received a letter of reprimand and was reassigned after sexual harrassment allegations by a former coworker who didn't like all the unwanted kissing and hugging in the office. Was he vetted? Obviously not. When he was questioned about all this, his comment was that no one had asked him and he thought they all knew. Kopp, defiant, still claimed to have done nothing wrong and said to the press that there was no way he was stepping down from his new position. Twenty four hours later, he stepped down. Later it was uncovered that he received a $10,000 severance package for his two weeks on the job from Palin. Monegan got nothing.

After extensive news coverage about all this nasty behind-the-scenes scandal, which is definitely NOT squeaky clean, Palin's approval ratings fell to 67%, still high, but a far cry from the 90% number that's being thrown around so glibly by the Republicans today. Alaskans are quickly becoming disillusioned once again.

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Mudflats (an Alaska blog)

A Wasilla city councilperson, on Sarah Palin

This is a signed e-mail that has gone out to many people. Having removed the person's name, I've gone ahead and cut and pasted. It is all public information and not rumor or other B.S.

I have also eliminated the bulk of the text, which tells us in plain prose much of what is well known already about Palin. The au., who was one of the city councilpeople who thwarted Palin's efforts to censor the local library, has been on the outs with her since then (since 1996), and moreover, cannot justify the figures she cites so as to take into account inflation or other mitigating factors. Nonetheless . . .
So:


>She is savvy. She doesn't take positions; she just "puts things out there" and if they prove to be popular, then she takes credit. Her husband works a union job on the North Slope for BP and is a champion snowmobile racer. Todd Palin's kind of job is highly sought-after because of the schedule and high pay. He arranges his work schedule so he can fish for salmon in Bristol Bay for a month or so in summer . . .

> Sarah campaigned in Wasilla as a "fiscal conservative". During her 6 years as Mayor, she increased general government expenditures by over 33%. During those same 6 years the amount of taxes collected by the City increased by 38%. This was during a period of low inflation (1996-2002). She reduced progressive property taxes and increased a regressive sales tax which taxed even food. The tax cuts that she promoted benefited large corporate property owners way more than they benefited residents.
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> The huge increases in tax revenues during her mayoral administration weren't enough to fund everything on her wish list though, borrowed money was needed, too. She inherited a city with zero debt, but left it with indebtedness of over $22 million. What did Mayor Palin encourage the voters to borrow money for? Was it the infrastructure that she said she supported? The sewage treatment plant that the city lacked? or a new library? No. $1m for a park. $15m-plus for construction of a multi-use sports complex which she rushed through to build on a piece of property that the City didn't even have clear title to, that was still in litigation 7 yrs later--to the delight of the lawyers involved! The sports complex itself is a nice addition to the community but a huge money pit, not the profit-generator she claimed it would be. She also supported bonds for $5.5m for road projects that could have been done in 5-7 yrs without any borrowing.
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> She's not very tolerant of divergent opinions or open to outside ideas or compromise. As Mayor, she fought ideas that weren't generated by her or her staff. Ideas weren't evaluated on their merits, but on the basis of who proposed them.
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> While Sarah was Mayor of Wasilla she tried to fire our highly respected City Librarian because the Librarian refused to consider removing from the library some books that Sarah wanted removed. City residents rallied to the defense of the City Librarian and against Palin's attempt at out-and-out censorship, so Palin backed down and withdrew her termination letter. People who fought her attempt to oust the Librarian are on her enemies list to this day.
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> She has bitten the hand of every person who extended theirs to her in help. The City Council person who personally escorted her around town introducing her to voters when she first ran for Wasilla City Council became one of her first targets when she was later elected Mayor. She abruptly fired her loyal City Administrator; even people who didn't like the guy were stunned by this ruthlessness.
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> Fear of retribution has kept all of these people from saying anything publicly about her.
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> When then-Governor Murkowski was handing out political plums, Sarah got the best, Chair of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission: one of the few jobs not in Juneau and one of the best paid. She had no background in oil & gas issues. Within months of scoring this great job which paid $122,400/yr, she was complaining in the press about the high salary. I was told that she hated that job: the commute, the structured hours, the work. Sarah became aware that a member of this Commission (who was also the State Chair of the Republican Party) engaged in unethical behavior on the job. In a gutsy move which some undoubtedly cautioned her could be political suicide, Sarah solved all her problems in one fell swoop: got out of the job she hated and garnered gobs of media attention as the patron saint of ethics and as a gutsy fighter against the "old boys' club" when she dramatically quit, exposing this man's ethics violations (for which he was fined).
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> As Mayor, she had her hand stuck out as far as anyone for pork from Senator Ted Stevens. Lately, she has castigated his pork-barrel politics and publicly humiliated him. She only opposed the "bridge to nowhere" after it became clear that it would be unwise not to.
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> As Governor, she gave the Legislature no direction and budget guidelines, then made a big grandstand display of line-item vetoing projects, calling them pork. Public outcry and further legislative action restored most of these projects--which had been vetoed simply because she was not aware of their importance--but with the unobservant she had gained a reputation as "anti-pork".

My comments.  If one remembers that Alaska is a wilderness state, and that a fire hose of cash is on full, 24-7, compared to, say, Pennsylvania, one gets it right.  Just imagine a facsimile of that fire hose right beside her, turned on full, as she speaks; then imagine, proportionally to population, a smaller, garden hose spraying loose change at Biden's feet, when he talks.  Who has the bona fides to talk about standing up to excess, reigning in corruption, fighting for working people (who don't get freebies, ever)?
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Thursday, September 4, 2008

One more on Palin

Let's be honest.  Palin is a master stroke by the GOP and we are deluding ourselves if we echo the line about McCain's "unpredictable" behavior in choosing her.

She is a prime catch, and she will damage the Democrats.  

The GOP taunted Obama that he's popular in part because of "celebrity."  Then, they caught whiff unexpectedly of some truth lying in the nest of deceit, and said, "Hey, wait a minute.  What about if we really use celebrity, like in American Idol?  We might be able to do Obama one better."

They know this is so, because they know the caliber of the voter they are after.  Let's take a look at this statistically:

Say 90% of Hillary voters know enough about themselves and the world not to support McCain-Palin.  That remaining 10% of the pants-suit brigade are too wrapped up in themselves and their worlds to care about much else, and will tell themselves the right stories so as to feel good about voting for an image, a face and a story, rather than a leader with a plan for them.

Every attack on her lack of experience can be refitted as an attack on Obama, and what's left over, as an attack on "hockey moms" all over the country.  That's because there is nothing there, really, to attack.  She's a cipher.

The most brilliant part of the Palin strategy is that it binds the evangelical right to McCain on election day, much, much more closely than if a qualified rightist Christian were chosen: say, a doctor or another mellifluous patrician.  That's because such a VP candidate would offer a target, being a politician who had been angling for national power all his life, and left a record therein.  Because Palin is a nonentity, giving her the VP slot puts the entire evangelical Right in McCain's debt.  They know that they owe nothing to Palin herself, and so, they will express their appreciation and vote, and fight all the harder for Palin rhetorically. 

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Why Palin?

Chris Matthews: "Four years is a lot different from four days."

He can't work with anyone, you see.  McNasty doesn't want a real partner, and has no good friends on his side of the aisle.  His only buddy is Lieberman.  I'd like Lieberman better if he didn't pose as the consciousness of the nation.  It's sad the guy who plays that part has to be a Jew.

"She has to tell us a little more about who she is . . ."

Says the old Christian compromiser, Trent Lott.  There are other things that matter, he tells Brokaw, besides ability to lead the nation.  "My wife . . . really likes what she sees."

What David Brickner actually said in Sarah Palin's Assemblies of God congregation on August 17th

There’s a lot that I could tell you about. I want to encourage you to stop at the literature table after the service; that has a lot of free material as well as some not-so-free stuff. Since I was here last time, we produced this DVD, called “Forbidden Peace,” which tells the story of how Israelis and Arabs are coming to faith in Jesus, and then being reconciled together through the power of His love. And we’re seeing that happen in the ministry of Jews for Jesus. And so we want to encourage you to be involved, to support us in the offering if God should lead you; but most importantly, to recognize what’s happening there right now, I believe, is the fulfillment of God’s promises. And I say that with some fear and trepidation, because I am not a prophet, nor the son of a prophet, and I work for a non-profit organization. ☺

But what we see in Israel, the conflict that is spilled out throughout the Middle East, really which is all about Jerusalem, is an ongoing reflection of the fact that there is judgment. There is judgment that is going on in the land, and that’s the other part of this Jerusalem Dilemma. When Jesus was standing in that temple, He spoke that that judgment was coming, that there’s a reality to the judgment of unbelief. He said “I long to gather you, but...” what? “You were unwilling.” God never forces His way on human beings. And so because Jerusalem was unwilling to receive His grace, judgment was coming. He says, “Look, your house has left you desolate!” What did He mean by that? Remember where He is. He’s standing in the temple there in Jerusalem, the place where God had promised, through Moses,

“There I will meet with you, there I will hear your prayers, and there I will forgive your sin.”

And now Jesus in that temple, just before going to the cross, says, ‘From now on this place is desolate.’ And Jesus’ words have echoed down through the centuries. Not a generation after He uttered this promise, Titus and his Roman legions marched into that city and destroyed both the city and the temple. And from that day until this very present there has been no temple, and there is therefore no sacrifice in Judaism. Only we could sacrifice in...the only place was in the temple. And therefore there has been, and there is today, no confidence of atonement, no confidence of forgiveness. If you were to stand outside of a synagogue on the day of atonement and ask those leaving the service, “Did God hear your prayers? Were your sins forgiven on this most holy of all days?” the answer would be, “I hope. I hope, but who can know?” Who indeed but those of us who have come under the wings of the Almighty, who’ve entered into that place of grace where forgiveness is assured for the dilemma of human life. Judgment is very real and we see it played out on the pages of the newspapers and on the television. It’s very real.

When Isaac [David Brickner's son] was in Jerusalem he was there to witness some of that judgment, some of that conflict, when a Palestinian from East Jerusalem took a bulldozer and went plowing through a score of cars, killing numbers of people. Judgment—you can’t miss it.
And Jesus talks about it, but He didn’t leave us there. There’s a promise of a return from this judgment. Jesus concludes His message there in the temple by saying this—‘I tell you, you will not see Me again, you will not experience what I have come to bring, this place of grace which I have and will soon establish...you will not see Me again until you say, until you’re able with conviction to articulate, these words: “Baruch hab-ba bashem Adonai—Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.”’ Once again quoting again from a Psalm, this time Psalm 118:

The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief...the chief corner stone. And this is the Lord’s doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes.

Save now, we beseech Thee; save now, O Lord!

Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.

‘You will not see Me until you can acknowledge Me as the One who’s come, as the stone once rejected by the builders, but now the chief, until you say “Jesus, You’re the Messiah!”’ Not many days after He said these words there were some three thousand Jews who saw Him. After His death, burial, resurrection, and ascension to glory, Peter on the day of Pentecost preached in Jerusalem. And the Holy Spirit fell, and those three thousand heard the word of God, and they repented. They turned from their unbelief to faith, and He came to dwell in their hearts. They saw Him.

And I’m so grateful to God that here I am some two thousand years later, a Jew who has said to Jesus, “Baruch Hab-ba bashem Adonai”; and yet most of my people have not. They’re still waiting. And therein lies the burden of my heart, and of Jews for Jesus, and I want to invite you to share that burden with us today. I want you to do it in a very specific way, by singing these very words of the Lord from Psalm 118. I’m gonna ask the band to come back up and help me.

Baruch hab-ba bashem Adonai.

Cribbed from church's downloadable sermons, first referenced by Politico.com, lest anyone care.

Well, they are Christians! This is how serious Christians in this country think and feel. Of course they want to convert the Jews of Israel to Christianity. It figures in the Pentacostal vein of millenarian thinking, where the Holy Land hosts the Second Coming of Jesus, and the world is consumed in flames! Why can't we take this rather more seriously — surely if you think that God has the earth in his hand and is liable to destroy or transform it at any time, you are less concerned with environmentalism and social progress? A DUHHH!

But what he didn't say is, he was glad about the killing of Jews.

Sarah Palin's nannies and friends and husband and daughter

The news that Sarah Palin, Gov. of Alaska (R), will take the VP slot under McCain, has been accompanied by a massive denial that parenting takes time and effort.

Palin is projected as so super capable and smart that she can "juggle" a family and a career.  Somehow she can work 9 to 7 and cook dinner at the mansion for her five children and care for her newborn, but she'll be on-the-job . . . 

As anyone who actually has children knows, someone has to care for the home and kids.  It is not a magic trick.

So either her husband Todd is doing the real work, or her eldest daughter, now pregnant, or other members of the family, or a nanny or nannies, full time or not.

The labor to raise kids must be counted.  It ain't coming from Palin's arms and legs and head and heart during all those hours when the kids are awake and not in school.  It's coming from her wallet, perhaps, but . . . .

Other people are doing the work.  Let's not participate in the classist denial of labor that the media is doing.



Saturday, August 30, 2008

"Todd and Sarah [Palin]

. . . are scratching their heads wondering, why on earth hasn't [Public Safety Commissioner Walter Monegan] -- why is this guy still representing the department?"

I refer of course to the attempt to fire the man who would not fire Alaska State Trooper Mike Wooten.

My question is: Why does anyone care what Todd thinks, why Todd is scratching his head, UNLESS the matter was a personal one?

Megan Holland, Anchorage Daily News, July 19th:

Monegan said phone calls and questions from the Palin administration and the governor's husband, Todd Palin, about trooper Mike Wooten started shortly after Monegan was hired and continued up to one or two months ago.

The governor herself also had a brief conversation with him about Wooten in February, Monegan said.

The new assertions from Monegan, who has been mostly silent on his abrupt firing July 11, conflict with what the Republican governor said earlier in the week. She said she never put pressure on the commissioner to fire her sister's ex-husband and no one from her office had complained about Wooten. She has also said replacing Monegan with Kenai Police Chief Chuck Kopp had nothing to do with Wooten. She has offered little explanation for the dismissal.

So we pretty much can deduce via Todd's involvement off the Idioterod course that it was a personal issue.  So the issue is, watch while the GOP basically says, It doesn't matter.  So what. You can't stop us cuz of that.  She was right.  It don't matter.  The rule of law is less important than looking good and having a Mom on the ticket.  Screw you if you don't like it.  We found a Republican woman who is very pretty and thin, who has lots of babies and hates abortion, and she wants to save the polar bear her own way, and she . . . she . . . ugh . . .

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Recall Vietnam

As opposed to "remembering" it, which has too many overtones. Let's just stick to the facts. The war almost crippled our military beyond repair. Young people who made it through were forever changed by the experience of going and killing peasants in their own rice paddies. The rest of the world celebrated the fall of Saigon. The damage done to a generation's faith in the rightness of their government was catastrophic.

John McCain!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Candidate John McCain

flew a bomber over Vietnam killing peasants in a war that my father raised me telling me was wrong. I remember the Pentagon Papers and Bobby Kennedy and MLK, and the Watergate hearings with Senator Sam Ervin. The feeling of topsy turvy ness where the greatest power on earth, the US government, was shown to be wrong (Segregation) and right (Johnson's Civil Rights legislation) and wrong again (water hoses and dogs) when it came to the important, forward-looking matters, and wrong —

wrong as wrong can be —

about it being worthwhile to kill 54,000 Americans and a million anticolonial Vietnamese. Leaving it as a secondary matter how America left Vietnam and what happened thereafter.

McCain missed all that.

None of it left a mark on him. He came back to the west, after his captivity, having missed the entire shift — the changeover from what Tom Brokaw calls "the greatest generation" to the next generation, McCain's (and Clinton's) own.

McCain missed out, in other words, on what Brokaw calls the complexity, the ambiguity, of the 1960s "and thereafter" (on NBC, from Denver, today 8/25/08). There was only chaos since gramps got infirm, according to Brokaw. McCain is not of that generation: he only seems so, because he is unmarked by the interim craziness when the young people like Brokaw took over, impetuous lot, because he was in a Vietnamese POW camp.

So, yes, McCain was a courageous man, and withstood beatings and torture, was tenacious and inspiring. I think highly of him. But let's face it:

John McCain

A. Was on the wrong side of an equation obvious to all sensitive and smart people in 1968 and again in 1972

B. Killed people because of that

C. Thereby skipped a period wise old men like Brokaw call confused, but was really Left-ascendant

D. So to be viewed by the public as a member of the "greatest generation" himself, even though he isn't