The violation of violence

For the second time during my year abroad in Taiwan, tragedy has struck painfully close to home.  I’m not talking about a death in the family (though that has happened too), I’m talking about the kind of tragedy that makes international headlines, that captures the front page of the New York Times, that sets Twitter abuzz with Tweets.  

 

First it was the Mumbai attacks.  

 

Woken at three in the morning by a text message from my mother, I came out of my bedroom to the living room, turned on CNN, and watched for the next three hours as heart-breaking images of a city I loved go up in flames and turned into a war zone, and sobbed and shook as I learned that my uncle had been killed in the line of duty.

 

 The agony was prolonged, of course, as each time over the next three days that I sat down in front of the television, the siege was still ongoing, it’s final toll unknown, the gun battles still raging in the corridors of the majestic Taj hotel.   I felt broken and helpless watching this senseless violation of spaces I frequent whenever I visit, felt panicked at the thought of just how lucky fate can be sometimes, that people I loved were not in those places when they so easily could have been. 

 

The experience was a horrible one, and I had hoped that I would never have to go through something like that again.  Except on Thursday morning, I woke up and checked my email before leaving the house as I always do, only to find that a student at Wesleyan, my alma mater, had been murdered in cold blood in the middle of our campus bookstore.  

 

Once again, the feelings of helplessness, fear, and that sick feeling in my stomach returned.  This was another place that I loved, another place so achingly familiar to me as I watched the news footage online that I knew all the surrounding buildings, streets, recognized the cherry trees in bloom, another place shattered by an act of senseless violence.  

 

The attack at Wesleyan sent shockwaves throughout the alumni community in this virtual age, with Facebook status updates, online away messages, Twitter and LiveJournal all affording a virtual venue to express our collective shock.   I can only imagine what the atmosphere on campus is like today, and it breaks my heart.

 

I did not know Johanna, but the horrific nature of her death and the sense of violation is enough to shake me to the core.  Reading that her killer, Stephen Morgan, had potentially planned a shooting spree on campus on a day where hundreds of students would have been easy targets sitting on Foss Hill during Spring Fling made chills run down my spine.   

 

Wesleyan will heal, just as Bombay has begun to heal, but the scars will likely remain, though perhaps Wesleyan will have an advantage.  College populations, unlike the landmarks and residents of a city, are a transient lot.  Their memory is short-term, limited to four-year stretches of time.  Those who are on campus right now will, undoubtedly, remember the events of Thursday for years to come.  Those who come after will not know, and so maybe healing is a possible goal, but for me, as an alum, the memory of a place I love and the knowledge that it was destroyed will never fade. 

The Bonuses of AIG

I am, admittedly, not the world’s most financially literate person.  I have a basic grasp of how the market is meant to function, I have read Keynes in the original (though I will profess to finding him rather dry), and I do think that government intervention is at least part of the solution in the current economic crisis we find ourselves in.   I do not think government alone can solve the problem, because after all, the market functions on the capricious confidence of the traders, which can swing wildly on the slightest change of events, and humans are not rational creatures, so the idea that the government alone can restore the confidence of market traders is a bit absurd to me.   It’s a fascinating intersection between economics and psychology, a burgeoning field of research, but it’s absurd to expect that the government can change the status quo of the moment by pumping large sums of money into failing companies.  

Still, money is needed, I think, to help shore up these companies, but with that money should have come strict strings.   Obscene quantities of taxpayer money are being handed out left, right and center to companies such as AIG, and it seems as though the Obama administration has done a rather poor job of making sure that money is used for its intended purpose.  I appreciate the fact that it was the previous administration that gave out the original money under the TARP program, and that there is little that could be done to change the language of that handout, but it makes me upset and irks me to see the Obama administration washing their hands of responsibility for not overseeing matters more closely while simultaneously saying that if people are upset, the buck stops with the President.  

There is no logical way I can think of to reconcile those two statements, especially since it was the Obama administration that created the subsequent cash inflows to AIG, not the Bush one.   It especially makes little sense upon learning that the Obama administration pushed for a change in the language of the bill that allowed for taxpayer monies to be used to pay the substantial bonuses of AIG officials who were involved in the riskiest insurance areas that landed the company in this mess in the first place. 

I admire President Obama.  I think he is doing a pretty decent job given everything that is happening right now. But his “anger” at the bonuses paid to AIG and his statements that “We didn’t draft these contracts. We’ve got a lot on our plate. But it is appropriate when you’re in charge to make sure stuff doesn’t happen like this” ring more than a little hollow if his officials pushed for the change in language to allow the pre-existing contracts to be honored. 

I am also disappointed in my senator, Sen. Dodd of Connecticut, who has been made to take the fall for inserting the language (at the administration’s request).  I am disappointed because he has allowed himself to be made the fall guy, it would seem, for doing as he was asked to do, but I am also disappointed that he lacks the integrity to take responsibility for the changes.   Quotes like “”I agreed reluctantly… I was changing the amendment because others were insistent” scream of trying to shamefully distance himself from his own actions, to deny his own agency in authoring the bill.   

I am more disturbed, however, by his claims that he thought this grandfather clause language “”seemed like innocent modifications.” This I definitely cannot wrap my head around.  You insert a provision into a bill that will authorize the payment of bonuses to people who are legally guaranteed them (regardless of the fact that they have done nothing to deserve them), and don’t stop to think that people will be rightly outraged that you are allowing their money to be used to pay people who don’t deserve the money EXTRA money even though their company is sinking ever deeper into the ground?   And then members of Congress and the President have the temerity to come out sounding aggrieved, striking all the right populist notes? 

I’m sorry, it doesn’t work like that.  Someone in the administration had to know that the senators on the banking committee were being pressured to change the language to allow for bonuses to be paid because they were more worried about protecting themselves legally.  It is admirable for President Obama to admit that he should have been keeping a closer eye on things and to say that he is ultimately responsible, but the populist anger comes across like a cheap charade and it’s all just a little too late.  

You reap what you sow

The federal judge who denied the request of the Proposition 8 donors to have their names withheld for privacy reasons should be applauded for exercising common sense in the face of what can only be described as blatant stupidity. 

I have zero sympathy for those individuals who wished to keep their names private for fear of “harassment” or “boycotts of their businesses.”  Were there a legitimate, credible threat of violence against these individuals, that might be a different story, but what we have here is people who made a choice to support a bigoted, disgusting piece of legislation, one that stripped their fellow citizens, their neighbors, their customers, of the right to marry the person they love, the right to obtain the benefits and the recognition that marriage confers upon a couple in our society.   With their financial support, they actively enabled legislation that could tear beautiful, loving families apart, simply because there happen to be two dads or two moms.

To cry now, belatedly, that they are afraid of retribution for their bigotry, beggars belief.  If they were that afraid of having their names made public,  they should have considered the fact that the law requires the names and addresses of any political donor to be made public.  

There is no good reason why an exception should be made for Proposition 8 supporters simply because they are now realizing the potential economic impact of their political convictions.  Their cowardice in the face of potential economic boycotts of their businesses is embarrassing, and shows the utter shallowness of their convictions.  If they feel so certain that their belief that marriage should be legally restricted to being between a male and a female, they should have the guts to maintain that conviction even when knowing their names will be made public.    To me, their unwillingness to do so only reinforces the idea that they know, deep down, that their views are repulsive.   

They made their decision, now they must live with the consequences.  After all, just as they have the right to contribute money to a political cause that I disagree with, I have the right to know who supported Proposition 8 and act accordingly.  That’s the beauty of a free society.  You reap what you sow.

The beginning

As President Obama prepares to escort the now former President Bush to his helicopter, which will take him back to Texas, we can only hope that this is genuinely the start of a new moment in America’s history. 

There are inevitably clichés associated with this historic moment, and there is hope.  Tomorrow we see whether that hope and immense promise can begin to be transformed into tangible results, but there have been promising steps thus far.  

Still, with this one helicopter ride, and an anti-climactic inauguration (as Obama officially became President at noon, despite the oath of office not having been administered), there is an immense amount of hope for me that an ugly chapter of America’s history is about to be ended.  

The time has come to repair our nation, to repair the damage we have caused to ourselves and to the rest of the world, whether in domestic policy and issues relating to torture and wiretapping, or whether through our foreign policy, rebuilding alliances, repairing the violence we have unleashed on the world.  The time has come to repair our economy, to hopefully try and make it a more just and equitable economy, so that as the richest nation on earth, we no longer have inadequate schools, high infant mortality, poor health care, and people struggling to get by despite working themselves to the bone just to get by.    

There is much riding on Obama, many expectations, some of which will inevitably be disappointed.  But there is a considerable amount of hope today, that this is genuinely the beginning of something new, something great, and something that will bring powerful change to the world as we know it.

Galactic omaylet radishes

It’s Sunday night, and I am in the midst of trying to reach 18,000 words on my NaNoWriMo project, and Shana, Gered, Rebekah and I are sitting in our living room watching ‘Friends’ and trying to help Shana find phonics words to expand her students’ vocabulary.  

The only problem is that the words cannot be too confusing, cannot contain sounds like ‘-ion’ or ‘-tion,’ cannot contain the letters ‘o’ or ‘u’ and should be two or more syllables.  We’ve been having a very interesting time trying to come up with words that are suitable, and so far the list features some very eclectic vocabulary: galactic, gallivant, dentist, rabbit, radish, epithet, hamlet, and fantastic.   The reason for this strange exercise in trolling the English language for useful words is because though the kids here learn phonics, they don’t learn phonics in a practical way. 

The purpose of teaching kids phonics is, as I understand it, to help them sound out unfamiliar words by teaching them that certain clusters of words share the same sounds, so you can take the knowledge that the ‘ese’ in ‘these’ and ‘Chinese’ sound the same, and figure out the words Chinese and these.   The problem is that the kids here (as I discovered doing midterms) do not really learn how to use the phonics, they simply memorize the word.  Consequently, when I tried to help kids by sounding out the words they were having difficulty with for the spelling portion of the midterm, they for the most part could not do anything with my hints.  

We talked about this at lunch today (my apartment plus Shana’s cousin Jennifer went out for sushi), and it’s a problem across the board, and so Shana for one is taking steps to correct it, an idea I may well borrow.  In the meantime, however, much hilarity has ensued from imagining fourth graders learning the word ‘gallivant.’ Once again, it is hard not to find yourself going just a little bit crazy (or at least questioning your sanity), but I guess that’s part and parcel of analyzing the English language and attempting to teach it correctly.

We did it.

This is amazing.  I am beyond words, I have cried, I am crying again.

 

They showed a gorgeous sign at an Obama Party a few moments ago.

“Rosa sat,
so that Martin could walk,
so that Obama could run,
so that our children could fly”

History

While I make no secret of the fact that I am rooting for Obama to win today, and am praying that he does, it’s been easy to get lost in the historical significance of what is happening today.  It didn’t really hit home for me, become a reality, until I heard the CNN anchor remark on watching Obama cast his vote in Chicago (which is happening live right now). 

America enslaved Africans for centuries.  People were sold, treated like mere possessions, reduced to fractions of a human in the Constitution, simply based on the color of their skin.  Until the late 20th century, African Americans could not go to the same schools as others, had to sit in separate restaurants, could not drink from the same water fountain.  They could not vote or were actively disenfranchised. Racism and segregation were very real and daily facts of life for people (and this is not to say that other groups did not suffer too, but my focus here is on the AfAm community).  Blacks in America still get the raw end of the deal much of the time through systemic and institutionalized policies that work against them, and that combine with other factors to keep an entire community from achieving what it can. 

And today, right now, I am watching a biracial African American man (whose parents relationship would also have been illegal not so very long ago in America under anti miscegenation laws) vote for himself for President of the United States of America.  He stands a legitimate, honest-to-God chance of being our next President.  And sixty years ago, none of this would have been possible.  That is a humbling, amazing, and completely mind-blowing idea.  

And it has me in tears. 

Why? Because it represents to me that though racism is still a force that we must deal with and eliminate, that there is hope.  Hope that we can progress, that we can change, that we can move forward and create a better society.  We’ve made progress over the last sixty years; if we had not, Obama would not be the force he is today.  To me, that is a fact to be celebrated, and I hope with all my heart that an Obama presidency will help move this country forward again and change it for the better.  That is something that is truly possible only in America and it is what I think is America’s greatest strength, and the quality that everyone admires in us.  It’s time that our country gets put back on the right path.  We can do it. 

Yes, we can.

Sarah Palin’s coherency

By now everyone who pays attention to politics (and even those who do not) knows that Sarah Palin has been lampooned (expertly and scarily enough, without much need for extra, scripted pieces of dialogue by Tina Fey of SNL) for her utter lack of coherency during her interview with Katie Couric. 

In the lead up to the VP debate on Thursday night, most people will also have been aware that people were wondering which way Sarah would go – would she go up in flames, à la the Couric interview, or would she re-emerge as the confident, fiery, spunky lady who came out swinging at the Republican Convention.  As we have all learned, she performed decently.  She failed to answer questions, but she did at least manage to string together reasonably intelligible sentences (compared to her Couric interview, which failed to stand up even to sentence diagramming ).  

To read David Brooks’ column on Palin’s performance however, is an exercise in glimpsing just how depressed the Republicans are.  I’m not rooting for them to win, not by a very, very long shot, but to see just how down they are is rather disheartening in a way.  Brooks is celebrating the mere fact that Palin did not crash and burn in spectacular fashion on Thursday night.  If this is what the Republicans are viewing as a triumph for a woman who may well be president should her ticket win, we are in dire, dire straits.   Never mind that she only seemed capable of repeating certain stock phrases and peppering her speech with you betcha’s and dontcha knows (which though plenty folksy do not, in my humble, elitist opinion, have a place in the more formal setting of a debate), they are celebrating that she managed to get out a coherent sentence.  Forget that she has little to absolutely no command of the issues, that regardless of her status as a newcomer, she SHOULD have a command of some of the facts if she might be president, forget that she is completely and utterly out of her depth and has no business running for the second highest office in the land – she got out a coherent sentence! Huzzah!

 If this is what gets Republicans re-inspired and standing on their couches instead of crouching behind them, my fears for the future of America just got a little more deep.

The Republican Convention

I’m sitting here at 7 am in Taiwan, watching the start of the Republican Convention, with the singing of ‘America the Beautiful,’ and I am struck as the camera pans out over the cloud how vastly this convention differs from the Democratic one held just last week.  

We all know that Obama is capable of drawing wildly excited supporters to his rallies, and that his campaign attempts to structure things to showcase this to the maximum effect.  But what really struck me when I watched the camera pan over the crowds at the Democratic Convention and Obama’s acceptance speech was how American the crowd looked.  Blacks, whites, Latinos, Asians, people of all ages and colors coming together to show their support for this candidate.   The camera is panning over the crowd at the Republican Convention now, and do you know what I see? Middle-aged and elderly white people.  I haven’t seen a single delegate or person of color on the floor other than Ruby Dee, who just finished singing ‘America the Beautiful.’  

I don’t like the GOP to begin with, but really, if the future of the party is predominantly white, and its leadership makes no attempt to include or enthuse the young to turn up for events like the convention, to get involved in the political process the way Obama has for the Democrats, they may well find themselves one day even more out of touch than they already appear to be.  America is a diverse nation, not just one made up of white Christians (or Christians period), and the sooner the GOP realizes it, the better off they will be.

Why the pick of Sarah Palin makes me angry

When she accepted her nomination as the Republican vice-presidential candidate, Sarah Palin referenced the fact that Hillary Clinton had created 18 million cracks in the largest remaining glass ceiling in America, and then went on to say that the women of America weren’t done, the ceiling is going to shatter. 

Except not. In no universe that I can imagine, even as someone who never jumped on the HRC bandwagon, is the pick of Sarah Palin going to shatter a glass ceiling.  If anything, it represents a step BACKWARDS.  Hillary Clinton made history because she proved that the American people were potentially ready to seriously consider a female candidate for the presidency of the United States.  That is huge, and that accomplishment should not under any circumstances be undermined.  To even insinuate that by picking a female VP candidate, the ceiling will shatter is absolute nonsense. ‘Hey, women! You may not have achieved the ultimate goal of a woman in the White House, but at least you can get one in the VP’s office! Hooray!’ 

First of all, it’s vastly amusing to me that in paying tribute to the women who came before her, Palin is forced to recognize that both of them were Democrats (Clinton and Geraldine Ferraro).  Score one for progress, GOP. Second,  even if McCain wins and Palin becomes the first female president, it will not be a post she earned by being voted into office, it will be because she is second in the line of succession. 

But that’s not why Sarah Palin makes me angry.  Is she a competent governor? It would seem so.  Do I feel comfortable in the knowledge that she would become president should something happen to McCain were he elected (and let’s face it, the odds are reasonably high that something might)? No, not for a moment. And yes, I am aware that Obama is inexperienced as well, but in my book, being a state senator and a US senator is far more experience than being a 2-year governor of Alaska, regardless of her approval ratings. 

But that’s still not what makes me angry about this pick.  What makes me angry is that in trying to ‘woo’ disenchanted Hillary supporters by choosing Palin, the GOP seems to be insinuating that Hillary’s female supporters will simply vote for Palin because she is a woman.  That is insulting both to the intelligence of Hillary supporters, and goes back to the same old cliché that we women are incapable of voting with our minds, but rather will go with the emotional pick instead.  Never mind that Palin is against reproductive rights and freedoms, which to me are a fairly fundamental issue, she’s got a vagina, and clearly that should be enough to placate Hillary’s supporters.   There were far more qualified female Republicans out there that could have been picked, but Sarah Palin is the right mix of ‘homey,’ ‘hands-on’ and pro-life, so she wins, apparently. 

And please, Governor Crist of Florida, this does not represent McCain’s strong ‘gut feeling’ as to a great VP pick, unless he has such strong instincts that he could figure this out the one or two times he apparently met her before choosing her.  She may have been a good governor thus far, she may be a hockey mom, but let’s not make her out to be some superiorly qualified individual, nor that choosing her is remotely close to HRC’s achievements over the past year.  

My only hope is that this pick comes back to bite McCain in the ass – if Obama isn’t qualified to run the country, in no way shape or form is Sarah Palin.  Why he would undercut his strongest argument against Obama is beyond me, but I can only hope it works to Obama’s benefit.