Sunday, November 27, 2016

Held in the thrall of potent emotional forces

As I have tried to comprehend the election result, I came to a single conclusion: that Shakespeare was right. "There are [indeed] more things in heaven and earth, [sic] than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio.

Thinkers and writers everywhere have tried to make sense of the outcome, particularly in light of the polling data that led us all to believe another outcome was all but inevitable. In our efforts to process, much has been written about the White women's vote; the White working class men's vote; the Whites who make more than $70k vote. Writers have split the voters primarily by economic status (the list of articles on White working class male rage and dispossession is quite long) while ignoring the thing that to my mind makes the most sense to consider. It was, as far as I can tell, potent emotional forces (PEF's) that allowed voters to overlook behaviors and utterances that would, in a 'lesser' candidate, have been unoverlookable. It was those forces, that once again, got White men and women to vote for a clearly unqualified character with temperament and ethics challenges galore. It was PEFs that will keep us all from finding a firmer and more equal economic foundation for this nation.

So what are these forces? By my assessment there are at least three. First, there is the deep-seated fear of majority-minority status of Whites; an attendant concern about a shortage of resources and a (perfectly reasonable) worry about allocation of same should such a shortage actually occur. Second, is a willingness to tolerate the intolerable if that ‘intolerable’ targets some group other than my own. Third, there’s plain old odiosity*. The basket does indeed, contain some deplorables. Who knew?

PEF #1: Becoming a majority of the minority
The real psychological challenge isn’t the majority part of the maj/min status, it’s the min. 

White folk are generally very coy about racism. Many practice it on a daily basis in ways small and large, but like to pretend to be either colorblind or otherwise immune to the effects of supremacist thinking, training and a lifetime’s worth of subliminal inculcation. Never mind any and all pretense to the contrary, the current majority is well aware of the taxes that it regularly levies against POC. That knowledge alone is a sufficiently potent force that it may have driven some to vote perhaps against their own economic interests but definitely in favor of their supremacist interests. Their worry is simple: will I be treated in minority the way I’ve treated others currently in the minority? It’s a reasonable worry . There’s no telling what folk will do when the equation flips. No one can soothe frayed nerves or offer any guarantees, which, I imagine is why many voted as they did. Heaven knows, it wasn’t the Don's clearly articulated plans for dealing with income inequality or any of America’s other ailments.

PEF #2: The intolerable is tolerable if the intolerable befalls others and benefits me.

Some voters made the simple calculation that they could afford to ignore the candidate’s (now president-elect's) blatant disrespect, bullying, a history of mismanagement of companies and the willful harm done to contractors only because (i) in their heart of hearts they wish they could do (and get away with) the very same kinds of acts or (ii) they care not one whit for anyone other than themselves. The vote wasn’t about country, state or county. Nope. The vote was wholly self-preservative, and was made with the knowledge that such self-preservation would come at their neighbors’ expense. Such is the nature of the colonizer mindset I suppose - me first and if you have to die for me to be first then whoopsie. I’ll shed a tear over your grave and remember you fondly or I’ll demonize you in death and claim it was your own fault. Either way, I win.

These voters might be separated into two groups: the It’s-the-Economy-Stupid Group 1 (who don’t care about the President-Elect’s ethical and business failures) and the It’s-the-Economy-Stupid Group 2, who are too poor to care about niceties like common decency. 

Group 1 (the I-don’t-give-a-shits) has strong economic concerns, to wit, their taxes. These voters are simply not interested in any other considerations. A candidate can be as odious as he wants to be, if he’s going to positively affect their economic situation, that’s all they’re interested in. The rest is of no import. This explains why there are so many Trump voters whose average income is $70,000+. These folk don’t even notice Trump’s odiosity quotient, because nothing is of greater significance than their taxes, their pocket books, their stock portfolios. Them. If I end up brutalized in the street as a consequence of forces unleashed by their candidate, well, that’s my problem ain’t it?

Group 2 (the I’m-too-poor-to-give-a-shits) is too far gone economically to be overly concerned about integrity, decency, politesse or the rise of the alt-right. At the end of the day, these two groups’ concerns about problematic behaviors were insufficient to resist the draw of the economic argument (such as it was) being made to them. For them, the voter calculus came down to either “Where’s my (refund) check and how much is it?” or “How soon is the coal plant gonna reopen? When do I get my job back?”. 

This “Me and mine first” thinking has been at the heart of every single act of brutality in this nation’s history. America’s history isn’t past, it’s present continuous. And it’s continuing even as we speak. Some folk are lucky enough to be untouched by it, I suppose, but those people are always very few in number. Such is the power of politics. Whether we sign on or not, the winning party’s policies touch us.
  
PEF #3: Is the hired killer any more odious than the one who hires him?

If, as a voter, you were able to put your economic concerns above the real human decency challenges that the former candidate, now president-elect, presented day after day, then you may well be precisely as odious as the man you have chosen as your leader. This is not really surprising, bands of marauding jackals are not typically led by lambs.



The voters now out "Heil Trump"ing; hijab snatching; swastika painting and generally making others miserable are indeed held in the thrall of some pretty potent emotional forces, the most potent of them all: White supremacist emboldened hate. Let us not pretend. Let us also not pretend that there aren’t way more of them than any of us might have previously guessed. And they, their anger, their guns and their righteous odiosity are  a potent force with which we are going to have to deal for the foreseeable future.

Much has been written about the pain of middle America; about the anger of White men (and by extension, their wives, partners, mothers and sisters who also voted for 45 in droves) but what has not been said is that this is the very group that has, from time immemorial, benefited from the pain of others.

The reality is that ever since Christopher first Columbus'ed his way over here, the forebears of today's angry White voters have been reaping where they did not sow; planting on land they did not own; and building a nation with bricks they did not themselves fire in the kiln. 

Angry middle America was granted all manner of state and federal benefits, all of which were routinely denied and are still being denied to people of color. 

In the South, the forebears of today’s angry White voters grew rich on cotton they neither planted nor harvested off the labor of human beasts of burden whom they barely fed. So while author after author has demanded that the world acknowledge and feel their pain today, we have heard little about the pain of the oppressed groups who have largely remained oppressed; the oppressed whose boats have little risen, no matter how high the tide. White male anger is nice and all, but it ain't the only anger out there. But as always, theirs is the only anger or pain that matters. The earth screeches to a halt in the face of White pain and dispossession.

And so, here we are. 

From all indications, America is set to begin yet another era of dancing on the bones of others and expecting to feel no consequence. That right there is a whole other essay, but I'll leave that for another day, month or year maybe. 

At the end of the day, I refuse to accept that this election was based purely on economics. It was not. In the election of 2016, economics and decency were in a barroom brawl and voters picked their sides. Now, we must own the sides we chose and clean up the mess our choices will surely leave behind.



*Odiosity: hatefulness







 [JPC1]It is also a long-standing worry.  Thomas Jefferson, in his "Notes on the State of Virginia" argued that emancipation of African people would require providing us separate land and inviting Whites from elsewhere to come to the US, because in his view, "Deep rooted prejudices entertained by the whites; ten thousand recollections, by the blacks, of the injuries they have sustained; new provocations; the real distinctions which nature has made; and many other circumstances, will divide us into parties, and produce convulsions which will probably never end but in the extermination of the one or the other race."  The first part of this remark speaks to odiosity element, while the latter represents the fear Whites had of Black reprisals.  This was 1784, just 8 years after the Declaration of Independence. 

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Lactose policing


In a year when 573 (as of August 7th) people have been shot and killed by the police, some of those live on social media, many in interactions with police that should never have ended in death, the Boston PD has decided that the way forward is through ice cream policing

The powers that be in Boston have determined that the best approach to the intractable problem that is Black and brown fear of police; Black and brown justifiable distrust of police and state actors; Black and brown complaints about extra-judicial executions and disparate weight and impact of current policing is to spend $89,000 on an ice cream truck. If it weren't objectionable as all hell, it would be funny. 

I'm trying to find out what actual steps police departments are taking around the country but the information - if there is any - is hard to come by. Let's just say this: when I do a basic Google search for "steps taken by the Boston PD to improve community relations", the first mention of Boston specifically is the story about the ice cream truck. That's it. There's nothing about the consultant they've hired to assist them in reviewing their use of force policy (cuz they ain't hired one); nothing about their community meetings with leaders (maybe they've had some but they ain't in the University of Google's listing); nothing about their attempts to work with an independent prosecutor to outline terms and conditions for investigation of complaints against officers (again, it may have occurred and just not made the news..........yeah, right). But the truck? That's in there. 


They've plopped down $89,000 for an ice cream truck. Rather than spend $15,000 (just guessing) on a consultant who can help them figure out how to reach out to the community in an authentic way, this is what they do with taxpayers dollars. My guess is that BPD will have to spend far more than that settling claims against police officers, this year alone. But what do I know? History seems to suggest that I might be right but hey, ice cream right? Yay! Butter pecan for me!

Meanwhile, out in the real world where efforts are being made to not shoot first ask questions later, Minneapolis PD has been measuring 'positive contacts' between citizens and officers, absent the use of the grating music of an ice-cream truck. According to city mayor Betsy Hodges, "This work of building community trust has a long-term deterrent effect on violence. The fact that we measure it at all is a sign of change in how we approach policing in Minneapolis." (emphasis mine) Have they succeeded in eliminating all negative interactions? Of  course not, but at least they're doing something reasonable, responsible and measurable. Boston on the other hand, ice cream.


I could probably wax on about the dangers of this policy, of the damage it causes to pretend to give a crap about the people you police only to later turn around and shoot 'em dead without so much as a by your leave, but I won't. My memo to Boston PD is simple: keep your ice cream. I'm lactose (and police abuse) intolerant. Ice cream is not about to mollify me or anyone else I imagine. 

And then there's this, hug diplomacy bull cacalaca. I can't even with this rubbish today. I can't. Not today Satan. Not today. Not tomorrow either. 


Thoughts on the second presidential debate




I don't know about anybody else, but the second presidential debate of the 2016 campaign  triggered a profound feeling of hopelessness. I watched an experienced (you don't have to like her experience to agree that she has it) woman 'debating' an imbecile and it looked like my life on steroids.
To be clear, I've not debated many imbeciles but the sense of being more than capable but that you're just missing that one thing - some particular appendage; the right skin color; the right nationality; the right 'look' - some f*cking thing over which you have zero control, that'll put you over the top? Yeah, I know that feeling all too well.
I'm not the smartest person I know, but I'm good at what I'm good at, and I gotta tell you, I've had more than a couple of interactions that were similar to what I saw a few weeks ago. Watching Sec'y Clinton basically re-litigate my own life was deeply disturbing. It just showed me (as if I needed showing) how completely out my control my world (the world?) is. It was depressing. Deeply depressing.
Mornings like this, I wake up knowing that my professional life is over. When a man of Donald's obvious incompetence, moral turpitude and overall stupidity is being held up by even a single person a some kind of model? When his millions - largely inherited - are the measure of his 'success'? Yeah, I don't have a f*cking shot. I know why people drink and I know why people act out. I know why the caged bird pecks out eyes. F*ck singing.
I don't trust Hillary, everybody knows that, but at least she's intelligent, does her damn homework, and is ready for the job - even if I think the war with Russia drum is already beating. But Donald, Donald is the quintessence of knowing nothing but having ever been given the benefit of the doubt. White male winning. Dumb as a box of nails and as useful when there's no hammer in sight, but winning and grinning anyway.
Donald is just like f*cking Columbus: lost no arse but receiving acclaim five f*cking centuries later for having 'discovered' the New World. And I, little brown me, with my $50 words, an accent and a vagina, think I could have something to add to the world? Not this century.
It's going to be hours before I purge this from my system.

History repeats: Miss Universe '78

This article was originally written on 4/30/2016. Like various other pieces I've written, I changed my mind about sharing, deciding that the idea was deeply flawed. I'm publishing it now because apparently, the idea wasn't flawed at all.


Miss Universe 1977: Janelle Commissiong


In 1977, the first Black Miss Universe was crowned. She was Janelle Penny Commissiong and she was a West Indian, like me.  A year later, in '78, the new Miss Universe was Miss (Apartheid-era) South Africa. I remember it like it was yesterday and it's nearly forty years ago. I remember hearing the announcement, being jarred by the juxtaposition and filing it away in my mind never thinking I'd need to refer to that incident again. At the time, it really didn't signify anything. At the time it was just a, "Huh, how weird is that" kind of thing. No more. I understand it all too well now. 

Until fairly recently, I hadn't really thought too long or hard about President Obama's successor but in light of the way the race is shaping up, that 1978 Miss Universe suddenly seems relevant. What, if anything, does this political equivalent of Miss Aprtheid-era South Africa portend?

For the last seven years, certain voices have worked assiduously to make sure that we knew who the enemy was; who it was who hated America; who was trying to 'fundamentally remake America’ in ways that were unamerican. Over these last years, those and other voices have also eschewed the more delicate approach of using dog whistles and have gone straight for bellowing the dog's name at the top of their lungs. Now that the dog is coming galloping at us, and folk are getting a little nervous. The dog is very large and seems unpredictable, rabid even.

Until not too long ago, I had thought that the successor to the first Black president of the US would be someone reasonable. I'd thought that after eight years of cerebral leadership, we'd move on to another clear-thinking person. I thought that both sides would field candidates who would talk to the populace as though we were intelligent, informed voters. Boy was I wrong. Instead, it's looking increasingly like it's going to be another first Black Miss Universe crowning an Apartheid-era Miss South Africa situation. 


Miss Universe 1977 crowns Miss Universe 1978

November 12
So now, here we are. Where exactly is 'here' I'm not sure. I'm still waiting for my intestines to settle. I've wept, for myself, for this nation, for the planet. And now, I wait to find my footing in this Brave New Trumpian World. Stand by. Be ready. Brace yourself. More to come.

This kind of outcome is not new. It's happened before and until we get some things sorted out, it'll happen again. And again. And again. It's just a restoration of the 'natural order of things'. Carry on.



Friday, November 11, 2016

The Bending Arc of History

It is said that the arc of history, though long, bends surely towards justice. (Theodore Parker)

This line is often attributed to MLK Jr. but it was Theodore Parker, a Unitarian minister and prominent American Transcendentalist born in 1810, who used the above phrase in an 1853 collection of “Ten Sermons of Religion”. The third sermon titled “Of Justice and the Conscience” included figurative language about the arc of the moral universe: 1

In the sermon he says, 
"Look at the facts of the world. You see a continual and progressive triumph of the right [thing]*. I do not pretend to understand the moral universe, the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways. I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. But from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.
Things refuse to be mismanaged long. Jefferson trembled when he thought of slavery and remembered that God is just. Ere long all America will tremble." **
* Parker used the word ‘right’ to denote the right thing not the right wing, just to be clear. 
**All emphases mine.

As insightful as the arc of history metaphor is, there are some ideas in there that are open to misinterpretation.

First, Parker's language suggests that history's arc bends naturally. The phrasing seems to center the bending of the arc away from human actors. The sentence gives the – dangerously erroneous - impression that the arc bends, not that we who wish to see it bent, must act to make that happen. That's really misleading. Passivity bends nothing. Staying away from the polls wins no elections. Apathy achieves nothing. Disengagement wins no war.

The bending of history's arc does not occur without significant effort. We ought to know this by now. Shoulders - many, many, many of them - must be applied to the work, and there must be blood, sweat and tears shed along the way. The bending of history necessarily involves both victories and defeats, and at times it may even feel like more of the latter than the former. Yet overall, the arc may indeed bend, but only if we have the will and do the work to bend it. For history bends toward justice only if we fight tooth and nail against the will of those who would have it not bend at all.  And then when there are victories, we must fight harder still to hold the newly gained territory, because change is a threat to those comforted by the status quo, and they will fight with everything they have in them to reassert what they believe to be the natural order.

Parker also offers the idea that "[things] refuse to be mismanaged long". This idea has very little bearing on the truth. Perhaps where he stood in history this was the case, but it ain't the case today. I could write you a list, as long as my arm, of things that have happily been mismanaged for quite long, but I'll offer just one: racial justice in America. We've mismanaged that to hell and back. We still don't have it managed, and if the election campaign of 2016 is anything to go by, we probably shouldn't hold our breath that it's going to be managed any better, any time soon.

Not least of all, I must disagree vehemently with Parker's suggestion that "all America did tremble." When did this happen?  Parker, speaking in 1853, suggests that America had some collective epiphany that clearly has not occurred.  It had not occurred when Parker spoke, just two years after Chief Justice Taney asserted that "the Negro has no rights which the White man is bound to honor" with respect to the Dred Scott legal matter. It certainly had not occurred when the Confederate States seceded to preserve African enslavement and defended that course of action with a Civil War.  Surely it had not occurred when in the wake of Reconstruction White supremacists implemented Jim Crow laws and rained Domestic Terror (lynching) on African people.  It was evident that it had not occurred when millions of Americans expressed their hatred of the slogan and the notion that Black Lives Matter.  And it most certainly has not occurred, as evidenced by this year's awful incidents around the election.

So on this election day + a few, while the arc of history may seem (to liberals and progressives) to have returned to its original place, and while we seem to be careening back to an earlier, uglier time for people like me, I am working to remain optimistic about the overall direction of history's arc. I am choosing (or trying to) to believe that we can bend history. At the same time, I am also staying coldly realistic about what that bending will take. I accept that sometimes, even as the arc is bending, it will bend through dark and dangerous places and times (such as these may now be) and we won't all come through to the other side. MLK Jr, himself said as much and was then killed for his efforts to bend the arc. 

This last point is critical: we will not all see justice. Not every family survived the Trail of Tears; not everyone survived the Middle Passage; not every unarmed man, woman or child survives their supposedly  uncomplicated encounter with the police. We do not all come out the other side of these horrors, which is why these "My grandpappy survived Jim Crow, I can survive Trump" memes are ridiculous as hell. Your grandpappy survived so that you wouldn't have to! But let me not go down that rabbit hole. Some of us won't make it out of these next four years. Some with chronic or life-threatening conditions will lose their health care and it will shorten their life spans. Some will be diagnosed and unable to get care. Some will be harassed or brutalized by an increasingly out of control police force and there will be no justice. Some will lose homes, jobs, everything and will succumb to grief and despair, and give up. 

Whether the election of Donald J. Trump is whitelash or not I'm not sure, but here's the truth: the arc of history will bend if we set to bending. There will be setbacks and there will be victories but we must never stop applying the pressure that is required to bend history's steely arc. Right about now though, I'm taking a little break. I'll get right back to doing my part just as soon as I get up off the floor cuz this election done laid me flat.