27
Jun 09

Black Kids on Bikes

Freedom Ride

Once a month, a movement courses through the streets of Los Angeles. Moving together, in solidarity, Black cyclists are spurred forward by the revolutions of their wheels. Each individual coming together to join the flood that takes over the streets. Their momentum stirs the air, setting in motion a gale that blows clear across the Internet to other locales like Brooklyn, New York. Biking will never be the same.

Freedom Rides, as the organized bicycle rides for the Black community are known, was started by James Spooner. The rides draw about a dozen riders of varying ages and backgrounds; women outnumber the men. Controversy also flares around the ride, as members of L.A.’s fixed gear community attacked the “segregated bike rides” as “racist”, asking if “this ride is a joke”.

James is no stranger to asking difficult questions about and racial identity. “ is a complex issue and you have to break some eggs”, he explained recently, over the phone. He authored the documentary Afropunk about Blacks in the punk scene and a semi-autobiographical narrative, White Lies Black Sheep, about a Black youth in search of himself in the white rock and roll world. Both films explore the double consciousness people of color experience in a predominantly white subculture.
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27
May 09

Ronald Takaki, Rest in Peace

via hapihour.org

Ronald TakakiAccording to numerous individuals, Prof. Ron Takaki passed away this week. Share your thoughts on Ron’s legacy on Facebook. We’ve lost a giant in the Asian American community. Join with me in wishing his family and friends our condolences.

Considered the father of multicultural studies, Ron was a professor of Ethnic Studies at the University of California, Berkeley, and was a preeminent scholar on our nation’s diversity.

Over 34 years, Ron taught 20,000 students, and has written twelve books which have influenced thousands more. One of them, “A Different Mirror,” won the American Book Award, and has sold over a half million copies; it is the text for anyone interested in the history — and the future — of multicultural America.

Over ten years ago, Ron Takaki helped then-President Bill Clinton write his major speech on , “One America in the 21st Century.” A lively speaker himself, Takaki presented a multicultural people’s history of America. His brave reclaiming of the past –through “a different mirror” — does not lead to “the disuniting of America.” Rather, it is essential for the uniting of Americans, today and in the future, with each other and with the rest of the world. In the 21st century, this nation’s racial and ethnic diversity will expand exponentially; by 2060, we will all, in a sense, be minorities. Takaki fostered in audiences a deep understanding of what led us to this point, and what it all means. What led to America becoming so diverse? And how can we incorporate the teaching of diversity into the curriculum for the coming Century?
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19
May 09

Happy Birthday, Yuri Kochiyama

Image by Urban Envy.

Image by Urban Envy.

Born on May 19, 1921, Yuri grew up in a white middle class suburb of San Pedro, California. Her life was irreparably changed when Pearl Harbor was bombed. She and her family were forcibly removed from their homes and interned at detention camps setup for Japanese Americans during World War II. There, Yuri connected the treatment of Japanese Americans with the history of racism in this country, where people of color are dispossessed of land, labor, and so-often freedom.

Yuri and her husband moved to Harlem in the 1960s, drawn by the burgeoning political activism of the civil rights and Black nationalist movements. She became acquainted with Malcolm X and joined his Organization of Afro-American Unity, when he departed from the Nation of Islam. She famously cradled Malcolm in her arms, when he was assassinated on February 21, 1965 at the Audubon Ballroom.

But, more than just a footnote to Malcolm, Yuri continues to fight for the liberation of people of color, both domestically and globally. I first met Yuri in 2004, during a trip to the . A friend who was a long-time acquaintance of Yuri’s in Harlem suggested that I look her up. I found her, a small woman reliant on a walker with tennis balls stuck at the ends. What she lacked in stature, she made up with energy. She had just returned that afternoon from a visit to political prisoner Marilyn Buck in federal penitentiary in Dublin. Yet she was not tired, she was curious about the organizing I was involved with in . She listened with wide-eyes at my descriptions of campaigns, asking questions, and every now and then pausing to remark “Oh Gee!
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15
May 09

Sociology of Board Games

Girl GamesSociological Images recently posted pictures taken at a toy store of board games targeted towards girls.  Of course, they’re pink.  The box of Scrabble spells out “f-a-s-h-i-o-n” and girls’ Monopoly comes in a pink, velvet-lined jewelry box where you can keep game pieces.

A dissertation should be written on the sociology of board games, if there hasn’t been one already.

Recently, I had to do some research on board games for a report.  I studied two games: LIFE from the 1990s and MONOPOLY, bubble economy version from 2006.  It was VERY interesting the social norms enforced in both.  LIFE assumed that your goal was to die rich and retire at Millionaire Estates, along the way you may encounter troubles like contracting Moo-shu flu, etc.

Monopoly, the mega edition, from two years ago was bigger, badder, and faster.  Why be limited to buying railroads, when you could get the whole depot?  Money starts at $1000 bills.  Instead of modest, square green plastic houses, you can upgrade to a shiny, silver skyscraper. Continue reading →


11
May 09

Empire Strikes Black

“I want to join the Starfleet Academy!” I exclaimed to a colleague when leaving the theater. Watching the new Star Trek movie left me with a sense of optimism about intergalactic governance, a desire to trust and give of myself wholly to the Federation, who will school me, train me on how to kill Romulans, and then (if I’m a white man) make me captain of a starship.
Obama as Spock
But, that’s the thing: I’m not a white man. Neither are most on this planet. Then, why in Gene Rodenberry’s vision of the future, a utopia where peace reigns on earth, where nation-states no longer threaten each other with nuclear annihilation or terrorist attack, why are there so few people of color?

Okay, yes there is Uhura. There’s the Asian man who’s name I can never remember. And, there’s also the one with the thick Russian accent, proof that the Cold War is over as humans unite to conquer the dark space. But, scanning the faces of the instruments of empire, the Starfleet Academy located in the center of liberal white U.S.: San Francisco, I saw very few faces similar to my own. There was the obligatory green woman, a love slave on former episodes of the television series, the weird alien-thing, and a black man with a striking resemblance to Tavis Smiley as head of a council. Every other face is white, white, and more white.

What type of future utopia is this anyway? There’s one intergalactic government, modeled  after the United Nations, ruled by a charter and a labyrinth of bureaucratic codes and practices, that every budding Starfleet member must remember and recite at climactic moments. It’s funny how at times of interpersonal conflict, whether between Starfleet soldiers or between Starfleet and other beings, an arcane Federation code comes to the rescue with an answer. It seems that in the future, you would live long and prosper if you have the ability to remember contents as prosaic as the listings in the Yellow Pages or the fine print that accompanies your Linux installation.

What is the purpose of boldly going where no (white) man has gone before? To bring order, civilization, and warp speed to the far reaches of the universe. How interesting that it becomes the duty, no, the destiny of the white commanders of the Federation to shine the light of rationality and reason on undiscovered peoples and planets. How similar to the burden that white men have operated under in the past two centuries of imperialism and enslavement of the global south, making the darker ones either cheap labor or new markets to push their goods in.
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29
Apr 09

NAFTA Achoo!

Paula Deen promises us special Mother’s Day recipes: Bacon wrapped shrimp over pasta, sweet potato biscuit sandwiches, all served with generous helpings of Smithfield’s bacon and luncheon meats. Her teeth gleam against her skin, the color and texture of the well-preserved, smoked ham.
Paula Deen ham
The factory farm that may have produced the pork gracing Paula’s dishes is now seen as responsible for the global pandemic of influenza spreading across four continents, claiming 169 deaths in Mexico, 91 cases in the U.S., and the death of a baby in Texas. Evidence points to a meat plant owned by a Smithfield subsidiary in Veracruz, Mexico, Granjas Carroll, as the source of pollutants that led to the first known cases of swine flu.

Patient zero is Edgar Enrique Hernandez, 5, of La Gloria, a small mountain village in Veracruz, five miles upwind from the meat factory. Three months ago, Edgar came down with the flu that infected thousands of residents in his village. Two infants died, alarming the Mexican government. They sent in health workers to seal off the town in March and fumigated it with pesticides, to kill the black clouds of flies that swarmed people’s homes. Residents of La Gloria have long complained about the smell emanating from the farms and the fog of flies permanently haunting the lagoons of manure and pig carcasses left to rot on the grounds. Pollutants from the farms get blown into the village and the toxins are trapped by the mountains of La Gloria. Residents also suspect that their water and air have been contaminated.

Hogs produce three times more excrement than humans do. According to a 2006 Rolling Stone article, 500,000 pigs at a single Smithfield facility generate more fecal matter each year than the 1.5 million inhabitants of Manhattan. They describe the conditions in a U.S.-based factory:
Investigative Photos of Granjas Carroll

Smithfield’s pigs live by the hundreds or thousands in warehouse-like barns, in rows of wall-to-wall pens. Sows are artificially inseminated and fed and delivered of their piglets in cages so small they cannot turn around. Forty fully grown 250-pound male hogs often occupy a pen the size of a tiny apartment. They trample each other to death. There is no sunlight, straw, fresh air or earth. The floors are slatted to allow excrement to fall into a catchment pit under the pens, but many things besides excrement can wind up in the pits: afterbirths, piglets accidentally crushed by their mothers, old batteries, broken bottles of insecticide, antibiotic syringes, stillborn pigs…The temperature inside hog houses is often hotter than ninety degrees. The air, saturated almost to the point of precipitation with gases from shit and chemicals, can be lethal to the pigs. Enormous exhaust fans run twenty-four hours a day. The ventilation systems function like the ventilators of terminal patients: If they break down for any length of time, pigs start dying.

Not a very pleasant neighbor to have. The Centers for Disease Control identify Concentrated Animal Feeding Operations (CAFOs) as petri dishes for breeding illnesses both for workers of the plant and area residents. Employees can develop respiratory issues and musculoskeletal injuries, and are exposed to infections that travel from animals to humans. Not surprisingly, a study performed in 2000 found that pig farms are concentrated in communities with high poverty rates and high percentages of people of color. In the U.S., meat factories were primarily located in the south, employing Blacks and white working class who lived in the surrounding neighborhood.
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25
Apr 09

Tent City

“Excuse me, where’s the tent city?”Tents by electrical grids

The man with matted dreadlocks and a weathered face from the sun squinted at me. He wore a white tee shirt grey with wear and slung a tattered jean jacket over his shoulder, hot from the afternoon sun. “Why would you want to go there?”

Why indeed. Like many, I followed the flood of news coverage of the tent cities supposedly popping up across the country, according to the New York Times, as the recession devastated the hardworking, middle class home owners of this country. Leaving in its wake, jobless professionals evicted or foreclosed on their homes. My curiosity piqued by Oprah and other stories , I headed to Sacramento to see the tent city with my own eyes.

I spent the two-hour drive with my partner discussing our ambivalence about being voyeurs of other peoples’ misery. We strategized about how to approach residents respectfully. Nothing could prepare us for the landscape that greeted us: Miles of wasteland bisected by train tracks, concrete levee walls, and a tangle of electrical power grids alongside the American River. The skyline of downtown Sacramento was barely visible in the distant horizon. The lack of trees magnified the afternoon heat and the sun beat down on the assorted tents and tarps arranged in clusters, some around campfires.

Marcela Grice, 38, a Black woman was reading a novel when I walked up to her. Marcela GriceShe wore thick glasses that enlarged her eyes and she spoke softly. She sat on a blanket near her tent, which was barely large enough to fit a dog let alone a human. She and her husband Andy, 45, had just got off the bus from South Carolina four days ago. Marcela worked at an auto parts factory down south, but was laid off last summer. The Grices were drawn to Sacramento because they heard there were jobs available.

Upon arriving here, they learned that employment was just as scarce in Sacramento and were now homeless as well as jobless. They arrived at the tent city this morning because they were repelled by the nastiness of the downtown residents. “We were pushed out by the police over there,” explained Andy, “They didn’t like us because we were an eyesore.”

The Applied Research Center has been working on a research report, and Recession: How racial injustice rigged the economy and how to change the rules, on the impact of the recession on communities of color, to be released May 18.  We’ve been traveling across the country, seeing how the economic downturn has been affecting people of color.  We found similar threads in peoples’ stories: inability to get a job because of discrimination or background checks, exploitation and non-sustainable wages when employed, loss of homes due to foreclosure or eviction from homes owned now by banks, and the lack of a public safety net to catch people of color hit by these desperate times.
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23
Apr 09

100 Days of the Obama Administration

Loved it? Hated it?

Join the Compact for Racial Justice’s Phone Forum to review the first 100 days of the administration and what it’s meant for the movement for racial and social justice.

The featured speakers on this call are:

The fabulous Director of Strategic Partnerships at the Applied Research Center, Tammy Johnson, will moderate the discussion.


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28
Jan 09

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

From my perch here on the thirteenth floor in downtown San Francisco, I can catch a sliver of the Bay.  There’s often a boat, usually cargo, floating in the water with a backdrop of a mountain range and sometimes at sunset a fantastic explosion of color streaking the sky: pinks, blues, violets, and then black.

One of the very first jobs of my adult life was in a massive building in Tribeca before Robert DeNiro made it trendy.  Leaving the subway, I would have to square my shoulders against the winds to walk to work.  What a dismal neighborhood.  My feet unused to new leather heels slipped often on the cobblestoned streets.  My window there overlooked the Hudson and every afternoon, I saw a lone kayaker crossing the river, possibly to go home.  How romantic, I thought, I envied his commute.

Boats are an endless source of daydreaming for me.  I often stared out wistfully at the boats docked at the 79th Street Marina and now at the ones berthed near Berkeley’s Cesar Chavez Park.  I love the noise of a boatyard: the bell sounding at intervals, the seagulls cackling at some inside joke, and the sound of the waves lapping at the sides of the boat.  Doesn’t everyone, who works a desk job and looks out onto the water, wish they were instead on the boat planning a trip to the south?  There’s also an outlaw culture surrounding boats, you have no permanent address, you are not tethered to a house and mortgage those on the land are.  You are free, 71% of the earth is accessible to you.

The partner and I are looking to put down roots, to purchase a home in the .  It’s been rather disappointing doing the tour of available houses within our price range.  Today, the sun is slanting through my office window from the direction of the water.  The mountain range is obscured by a white mist that makes the horizon fuzzy.  I dream about living on a boat, flying a pirate flag, and chartering expeditions to explore the island geography and economy in the Pacific.

Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do

So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes

Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

A new president.   First one hundred days.  Gitmo shut down.  The gag rule on abortion lifted internationally for clinics receiving U.S. aid.  2.55 million out of a job since the recession started.  The theme song for late 2008 and early 2009 is regulation, reversing thirty years of free market dominating government, business, and academia.

Once again, I am drawn to economic theory.  I have been making my way through this book by Massimo De Angelis.  How the New Deal, now enjoying newfound respectability in the eyes of Paul Krugman and others, was an attempt to silence social movements agitating for great structural change.  I’ve been thinking about military Keynesianism.

Things stay the same, despite the change.  I guess I’ll remain the same.

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01
Dec 08

Hope from People

An open letter to those seeking to build a world from below, in which many worlds are possible
Celebrate People's History & Build Popular Power Bloc
We call on all anarchists, horizontalists, autonomists, anti-capitalists, anti-authoritarians, and others organizing a world from below to bring our best creative spirits to the project of a “Celebrate People’s History and Build Popular Power” bloc on January 20, 2009, in Washington, DC—or in your hometown, if you can’t make it.

As people striving toward a nonhierarchical society, yes, we can—and should—be rigorously critical of Barack . It goes without saying that we want a world without presidents; we want worlds of our own constituting via directly democratic structures, not states. But not all heads of state are alike, and if we fail to recognize both the historical meaning and power of this particular moment, we will ensure our own irrelevance.

We can—and should—also be in critical solidarity with people who have been violently marginalized, who see in the campaign the possibility of their own agency. The inauguration affords a unique space for us to stand with a diverse group of activists inspired by , many new to political organizing, even as we maintain our views on the limits of change from above.

Perhaps, as people working to build a world from below without electoralism or statecraft, we also need to listen on January 20. It is neither the time nor the place to critique hope or excitement on the part of people who have engaged in grassroots struggles in so many ways and won a substantial victory. The inauguration marks a watershed event in the often cruel history of these United States, and the whole world will be watching, hoping that we’ve done just a little to grapple with the legacy of slavery, lynching, segregation, displacement, and racism in general, both of the personal and institutional varieties.

There’ll be a true rainbow coalition on the streets of DC, made up of exactly those people who the libertarian Left has always aligned itself with and always should: those who are not radicals but who have been exploited, oppressed, and relegated to powerlessness. So instead of breaking things, if we’re serious about building visionary social movements, doing meaningful anti-racism work, and honoring those who have resisted and dreamed before us, we should break bread with those millions globally who will feel moved by ’s inauguration—many of whom were also moved enough to participate politically (well beyond voting) for the first time in this election.

With our bloc—using banners, photos, artwork, zines, theater pieces, posters, armbands, and other visual expressions—let’s illustrate the many moments when people on this continent and across the world aspired to better approximations of freedom, via their own forms of collective organizations and mutual aid. Let’s create and display images of social movements, cultures of resistance, and especially our experiments to institute the new society in the shell of the old: from popular assemblies to self-managed workplaces, from freedom schools to free clinics, from autonomous villages to reappropriated land, and much more. And let’s remember all those many moments throughout history when we took to the streets, factories, schools, and neighborhoods; when we built movements ranging from abolition and civil rights to the American Indian Movement and the Black Panthers, from Zapatismo to Ya Basta!, from No One Is Illegal to anti-capitalist mobilizations, from Argentina’s factory occupations to Oaxaca’s federated assemblies; and when we reclaimed the commons and, in the process, ourselves.

For if we aspire one day to live in a world without borders and prisons, without states or capitalism—or presidents for that matter—we must stand in solidarity on January 20 with those most impacted by hierarchy and institutional oppression. Then, in the days beyond, we’ll join with millions of others in demanding fulfillment of, as put it on election night, the possibility of change, as we support the growth of social movements toward a free and directly democratic society.

Points of Unity:

  • We believe that human freedom and happiness would be best guaranteed by a society based on principles of self-organization, voluntary association, egalitarianism, and mutual aid. And thus, we reject all forms of social relations premised on systemic violence and hierarchy, such as the state, capitalism, and white supremacy.
  • On January 20, we will actively seek to cooperate with as well as support anyone who is working to create a more liberatory world, and in fact, to learn from them and each other.
  • We will gather as a bloc, unmasked and with open arms, respecting the celebratory spirit of the day—presence rather than protest—and will encourage others who want to honor social struggles from below to join us.

To sign on to this call, please send us an email at hopefrompeople [at] gmail [dot] com.

For the bloc’s meeting place and time, ideas for celebratory images, and upcoming details on the post-inauguration teach-in and party, keep checking this Web site.
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