last night was worse than i thought. the one time i didn’t turn on the tv first thing and today there was stuff to see. houses torn to toothpicks throughout the area.
one death. several minor injuries.
add to the sadness that in certain areas houses had just completed repairs from hurricane katrina before they were splintered again by tornadoes. it broke my heart to hear someone say that their neighbor’s house had new wood in its debris…evidence of its new construction.
turns out we had some bad weather…downed a few houses, damaged quite a few roofs. tornadoes touched down in new orleans – like there wasn’t enough going on here.
i’m fine though…no worries!
Tags: neworleans
call it paranoia call it old age, call it whatever you want but i half expect for there to be tornadoes here tonight.
i know. ridiculous. all the more so because i’ve spent a good part of my life in the fringes of tornado alley. i’m accustomed to the warning system that takes up residency in the corner of my television screen when i’m in texas. and on the occasion when i was in the right place at the right time, i’ve even heard a tornado siren or two.
i’m so used to them that i made fun a friend who visited me years ago because she wanted to hunker down in the bathtub with some water and a mattress until the “warning” passed. i laughed and pointed out that she would be in there for a few months.
of course post hurricane katrina i have a bit less cheeky retort and more faith that mother nature can get you if she wants to. so when the weather alert kept flashing across the bottom of the tv screen tonight i took notice that we are under a tornado warning.
its a big deal to me now.
now that i’m in a place that i think of more as hurricane central than tornado. now that i’ve seen what nature’s wrath can do…
so i sit in my bed at a ridiculous hour to be awake and hear rumbling. being new orleans i wasn’t sure if it was something seedy or thunder…but meteorologists and advancing storms clarified my suspicions even as i began writing this. so i hunker down waiting…half chiding myself for ridiculousness and half remembering i did the same thing before katrina…
Tags: katrina, me-ness, neworleans
in 1950 psychologist keneth clark conducted a ground breaking study that illustrated the self esteem – or lack there of – of black children. the premise was simple…two identical dolls were set in front of little brown children and they were asked simple questions…which was smart? which was pretty?
most answered the white doll?
by current gold standards the number of students would be insufficient. but the overwhelming theme was the same…low self esteem.
almost 60 years later the project was recreated. depending on your perspective on life in america you may or may not be surprised…
this was the first full weekend of parades. i don’t think most people realize that mardi gras is not just fat tuesday. instead it lasts for a while. plenty of time for folks to have beads thrown at them at parades, walk about with open containers, and listen to high school bands jam down the street.
2005 mardi gras i only managed three parades. one because i was invited by someone who went to famu ( i was new to town and didn’t know anyone so was thankful for the invitation), the second i had no choice because it ran down canal street in front of my apartment, and the last one because it was zulu…they throw coconuts…enough said…
i didn’t plan to hit any parades this time. the big party scene has never been my thing. even so i’ve been anti-social…partially because i don’t know a whole lot of folks (everyone has graduated from my day) and partially cuz i’m in that kind of mood. but when my girl invited me to a pre-parade gathering. as it turns out…it was a nice social gathering. i got into a geeky conversation with someone and random conversations among others. also made a tentative agreement for movies with two friends.
i brought no beads back…they mostly clutter…but the parade was worth the effort…not for the parade but for everything else.
Tags: neworleans
I spent today running around…after staying on the phone until almost 4am…catching up with an old friend, I only managed to get about 4 hours of sleep before I had to be up and ready for my interview.
It went well. But don’t get too excited, I think I have successfully managed to get two jobs that collectively pay nothing. In fact, if I don’t do something I might actually come off money for parking (they are looking into that for me).
Even on the freeness tip I must admit the prospect of working in my field again is exciting. Using my existing skills – establishing new ones – I like the way it feels. That combined with the interesting readings from this semester’s classes…home feels pretty good right now. If I could just get my sweetie here then life would be over the top.
Enough said…it is almost 1am and I am in desperate need of a good night’s sleep.
Tags: me-ness
The Racial Politics of Speaking Well
WASHINGTON
SENATOR JOSEPH R. BIDEN‘S characterization of his fellow Democratic presidential contender Senator Barack Obama as “the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy” was so painfully clumsy that it nearly warranted pity.
There are not enough column inches on this page to parse interpretations of each of Mr. Biden’s chosen adjectives. But among his string of loaded words, one is so pervasive — and is generally used and viewed so differently by blacks and whites — that it calls out for a national chat, perhaps a national therapy session.
It is amazing that this still requires clarification, but here it is. Black people get a little testy when white people call them “articulate.”
Though it was little noted, on Wednesday President Bush on the Fox News Channel also described Mr. Obama as “articulate.” On any given day, in any number of settings, it is likely to be one of the first things white people warmly remark about Oprah Winfrey; Richard Parsons, chief executive of Time Warner; Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice; Deval Patrick, the newly elected governor of Massachusetts; or a recently promoted black colleague at work.
A series of conversations about the word with a number of black public figures last week elicited the kind of frustrated responses often uttered between blacks, but seldom shared with whites.
“You hear it and you just think, ‘Damn, this again?’ ” said Michael Eric Dyson, a professor of humanities at the University of Pennsylvania.
Anna Perez, the former communications counselor for Ms. Rice when she was national security adviser, said, “You just stand and wonder, ‘When will this foolishness end?’ ”
Said Reginald Hudlin, president of entertainment for Black Entertainment Television: “It makes me weary, literally tired, like, ‘Do I really want to spend my time right now educating this person?’ “
So what is the problem with the word? Whites do not normally object when it is used to describe them. And it is not as if articulate black people do not wish to be thought of as that. The characterization is most often meant as a form of praise.
“Look, what I was attempting to be, but not very artfully, is complimentary,” Mr. Biden explained to Jon Stewart on Wednesday on “The Daily Show.” “This is an incredible guy. This is a phenomenon.”
What faint praise, indeed. Being articulate must surely be a baseline requirement for a former president of The Harvard Law Review. After all, Webster’s definitions of the word include “able to speak” and “expressing oneself easily and clearly.” It would be more incredible, more of a phenomenon, to borrow two more of the senator’s puzzling words, if Mr. Obama were inarticulate.
That is the core of the issue. When whites use the word in reference to blacks, it often carries a subtext of amazement, even bewilderment. It is similar to praising a female executive or politician by calling her “tough” or “a rational decision-maker.”
“When people say it, what they are really saying is that someone is articulate … for a black person,” Ms. Perez said.
Such a subtext is inherently offensive because it suggests that the recipient of the “compliment” is notably different from other black people.
“Historically, it was meant to signal the exceptional Negro,” Mr. Dyson said. “The implication is that most black people do not have the capacity to engage in articulate speech, when white people are automatically assumed to be articulate.”
And such distinctions discount as inarticulate historically black patterns of speech. “Al Sharpton is incredibly articulate,” said Tricia Rose, professor of Africana Studies at Brown University. “But because he speaks with a cadence and style that is firmly rooted in black rhetorical tradition you will rarely hear white people refer to him as articulate.”
While many white people do not automatically recognize how, and how often, the word is applied, many black people can recall with clarity the numerous times it has stopped them in their tracks.
Melissa Harris-Lacewell, professor of politics and African-American studies at Princeton University, said her first notable encounter with the word was back in high school in Chester, Va., when she was dating the school’s star football player. In post-game interviews and news stories she started to notice that he was always referred to as articulate.
“They never said that about the white quarterback,” she said, “yet they couldn’t help but say it about my boyfriend.”
William E. Kennard, a managing director of the Carlyle Group and a former chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, recalled that in
his days as partner at a W
ashington law firm in the early 1990s written reviews of prospective black hires almost always included the words, “articulate and poised.” The characterization was so consistent and in such stark contrast to the notes taken on white job applicants that he mentioned it to his fellow partners.
“It was a law firm; all of the people interviewing for jobs were articulate,” said Mr. Kennard, 50, who is also on the board of The New York Times Company. “And yet my colleagues seemed struck by that quality in black applicants.”
The comedian and actor D. L. Hughley, a frequent guest on HBO’s “Real Time With Bill Maher,” says that every time he appears on the show, where he riffs on the political and social issues of the day, people walk up to him afterward and tell him how “smart and articulate” his comments were.
“Everyone was up in arms about Michael Richards using the N-word, but subtle words like this are more insidious,” Mr. Hughley said. “It’s like weight loss. The last few pounds are the hardest to get rid of. It’s the last vestiges of racism that are hard to get rid of.”
Sometimes the “articulate” moniker is merely implied. My colleague Rachel Swarns and I chuckle wearily about the number of times we have finished interviews or casual conversations with people — always white, more often male — only to have the person end the meeting with some version of the statement, “something about you reminds me of Condoleezza Rice.”
Neither Rachel nor I look anything like Ms. Rice, or each other for that matter, so the comparison is clearly not physical. The comment seems more a vocalized reach by the speaker for some sort of reference point, a context in which to understand us.
It is unlikely that whites will quickly or easily erase “articulate” and other damning forms of praise from the ways in which they discuss blacks. Listen for it in post-Super Bowl chatter, after the Academy Awards, at the next school board meeting or corporate retreat.
But here is a pointer. Do not use it as the primary attribute of note for a black person if you would not use it for a similarly talented, skilled or eloquent white person. Do not make it an outsized distinction for Brown University’s president, Ruth Simmons, if you would not for the University of Michigan‘s president, Mary Sue Coleman. Do not make it the sole basis for your praise of the actor Forest Whitaker if it would never cross your mind to utter it about the expressive Peter O’Toole.
With the ballooning size of the black middle and upper class, qualities in blacks like intelligence, eloquence — the mere ability to string sentences together with tenses intact — must at some point become as unremarkable to whites as they are to blacks.
“How many flukes simply constitute reality?” Mr. Hudlin asked, with amused dismay.
Well said.
since katrina, the population of new orleans has shrunk almost in half. at the same time, the number of reported cases of domestic violence have increased by 50%.
50%.
that’s not the actual number of cases, just those that spoke up, sought help, got asked and were able to answer the question. that doesn’t speak of all those that didn’t…that couldn’t.
in the midst of such dire numbers, there is only one completely non-profit, 24-hour women and children’s shelter in the five parish area. one.
our presentations of the VM is raising money to donate to that shelter. we need help. we’re selling half page ads in our program for $100. i realize that your business probably doesn’t reach that far east, but if you or some friends, or strangers want to donate anything to a worthy cause…trust me it is well needed and will be well received.
t-shirts and other sundry items will be on sale soon as well.
v is for victory and vanity and yes, vaginas…it should never be about violence.
because i’m doing the vagina monologues on march 2 and march 3,
Tags: neworleans, soapbox, speakinggigs
it is official, i’m not just in the background but i will also be in the forefront of the school of public health and tropical medicine’s vagina monologues. i am doing this year’s spotlight piece as well as a smaller piece in the middle. in addition to that i’m also responsible for press and designing t-shirts.
that is where you come in.
i need any euphemisms or foreign words for vagina. as many as you can think of. i’ll post the design when it is through, but for now…vajayjay, pocketbook, punani or any other word you can think of will be most useful to me.
thanks in advance.
Tags: neworleans, speakinggigs
i talk about being homeless…but i’m not. i always have a place…a collection of places that would recieve me happily or unhappily until i was back on my feet. tonight, while walking back from bingets in the quarter with a friend a frail voice called out to me asking if i would call 911. it was a small body crumpled akwardly on the steps with his head resting on an upside down skateboard.
i’d seen what looked like a police truck just a block back so i ran to it and instead found it was a homeless van, but there were police inside and so one officer followed me down. as we approached the man another officer came running up as well. they talked to the man, bent over asking him who he was and where he lived and then i guess they noticed his twitching and called for help. walking away from the scene i noticed vomit on the steps. across the radio they reported a man having a seizure.
the cop called a thank you after us and i waved and walked on. but it felt odd to talk and joke as a man lay akwardly on cold lonely steps.
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