Category: Activism


A Decade Here and Gone

I am a young man. Impetuous, a true idiot, and far from wise. I say this not to be self-deprecating, or to garner any specific sympathy or support. I say this so you may forgive me if I come across as glib or overly morose. I also say this to make it clear how obvious this situation is.

10 years. A milestone for myriad occasions. High school graduations, marriages, employment. A nice round number: long enough to have seen many changes, not so long as to make you forget where it all began, so you can still recognize change. 10 years since two planes flew into NYC skyscrapers, one into the Pentagon, and one into Terra Firma, PA. Truly a turning point for our nation, but in retrospect, it seems like we may have made a wrong turn.

Historically, tragedy has been a force of growth and definition for our country. Pearl Harbor, for example, galvanized a nation to war, proving beyond doubt our military and economic prowess, which netted us global dominance in many arenas. Granted, we already held international respect for many of our accomplishments, specifically our burgeoning trade and industry. WWII, though, showed the world that we meant business, and while the attach in Hawaii was tragic, it slingshot us to greatness. At least for a time.

Countless regional disasters have also served to gird the loins of American prosperity. The Chicago fires, the major earthquakes in California, etc. Each of these led to a reanalysis of laws, policies, and they were expanded–sometimes created–to create a better place, safer and more conducive to our lifestyle. And after these, we succeeded. We became wealthy, successful, and respected. Not by everyone, of course, but what country is? Then came 2001. We were coming off of a largely economically successful presidency (and there are always arguments on either side of that issue), and hopes were high that it would continue. Then came September 11.

The events of that day plunged our country into a panicked frenzy. Mobs were attacking any brown person around. Merchants were gouging consumers, who were equally scared. Our people were hurting our own out of fear, and maybe even a little greed, but even with that, we eventually learned to quell the violence. But many never learned to quell the hatred. Our news media, the purported voices of reason, spread fear and hate for ratings, and what’s worse, there are people who take the pundits at face value. They spew hatred and intolerance, and people just eat it up. Internalize it. Realize it. As a result, our reputations has become that we are the pulse of intolerance and ignorance. And, simply, it’s repulsive.

It’s now 10 years later, and a lot has happened. We entered two unending theaters of war, we found and captured one dictatorial leader, who was hung amidst celebration by his mistreated people. Then, we actually found and killed the man believed to be behind the very attacks that happened 10 years ago. We killed him, too. Amidst these military victories, we have also given up a number of civil rights, and pieces of our sense of decency. We’ve allowed our disabled and elderly to be humiliated at the hands of under-trained and overzealous airport security guards. We are as confused and scared and flummoxed as ever, and this is after 10 (T-E-N) years.

The media will be talking all day about how we should be honoring the memories of the people who died. But we’ve done a pretty poor job of that in the last decade haven’t we, then? Our grand memorial at ground zero has barely been started, largely due to money grubbing and squabbling amongst contractors. We have let fear take over our media. There is still wide-spread and unilateral hatred of anyone with brown skin. What have we become, really?

We have not honored these peoples’ lives. And we won’t ever, not until we step back and reprioritize. We are losing money hand over fist to two wars, despite our crippling debt, which is made worse by inactive political leaders, too powerful corporate lobbies, and corporations grabbing for every last dollar without giving back to the communities which fostered their grown from their infancies. It’s made worse by desperation and frustration of the millions looking for jobs. It’s made worse by helplessness and hopelessness in change. We really need to just step back and look at what it means to be American. To be us, not to police the world, not to tell any other country what government is good and what is bad.

We need to just “do us,” for a while, at least until we’re back on our feet and not still reeling from poor decision making and a sucker punch that happened 10 years ago. We need to regroup, refocus, and look at what we lost. Then, we need to move forward. Build from that loss, and do what we’ve always done: come back better and stronger than ever before. But how?

I don’t know. How do you get out of the wars we’ve started? How do you step back and regroup? I have no idea, but something’s got to give, and it cannot be the already flagging American vigor and livelihood. The successful plan is the plan which brings us back to our roots. The plan that reignites the ingenuity and sheer force of will that brought us through so many tragedies in the past. That’s the plan I’ll be looking for.

**NOTE: I understand that not everyone who will read this is an American. I am, though, so please excuse me when I say “our country.” I do not mean to imply that you are included in the collective, just me and the rest of the Americans.

NaBloPoMo Day 16: Doldrums and the TSA

So, today marks 16 days in a row that I’ve posted. And it wouldn’t take much searching to figure out that I’m not so good at posting regularly. Unless you count unposting, which I regularly do for months at a time. As we’ve reached the middle of the month, I’ve hit a veritable brick wall. I suppose I could always fall back on the 30 Days of Truth posts, but that seems like something of a cop-out.

I suppose that with working so much, I really just don’t have a lot to talk about. I won’t really talk about work, not that it’s very interesting anyway, so that knocks a big chuck of my time. I try not to get political too often, just because some diatribe on a blog like this amounts to little more than empty words. Plus, I’m not qualified to really make any suggestions. I don’t know anything about airport security, or macroeconomics, or the implications of a falling dollar. I just don’t know. But there is something I feel qualified to comment on. And that’s personal boundaries.

The Fourth Amendment reads thusly:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

And I suppose that by walking into the line, and silently consenting, we are, technically, waiving our right here, but are these searches reasonable? Is there probable cause? I’m no legal expert, but it doesn’t seem to me that purchasing a plane ticket and having a plan to travel from California to New York presents probable cause that you’re going to try to blow up the plane. But that’s enough on legal matters, I’m not qualified.

So let’s talk about personal boundaries. Now, when I traveled last month, DFW did not have a back-scatter x-ray machine. I went through a metal detector, I took off my shoes, I placed my bags on a belt. You know what? That’s okay. It’s annoying, sure, but it’s non-intrusive, and hey, if they catch something? Great. I did not have to show off the size of my penis, nor did I have to be patted down. But at many airports across the country, that’s not an option.

Randomly selected individuals get to choose: do I bear it all for the guard in another room, or do I let this other guard pat me down in front of everyone else? No no, not just pat down. That’s understating it. Do I let this guard touch my body up and down my torso, including my breasts, butt, genitals. You know. All those places where you were always told that it’s not appropriate to be touched.

But it’s the government, right? So it’s okay? How about the police, too. Get a speeding ticket, then you must have been rushing somewhere to commit a crime. Hell, driving a bus? a van? have a passenger? Given the same logic that governs air travel, are you traveling at all? Well, then it must be probable cause. Your car will be randomly selected to be stopped, and you can either have your nude picture taken, or the police officer can touch you however he likes. As long as we’re safe.

Just got to be safe. I mean, the TSA has an excellent track record, don’t they? All those terrorists and bad guys they’ve caught. Oh wait. They haven’t actually caught anyone, have they? But, you might say! There haven’t been any planes flown into buildings! It must be working! Sure. I’ll admit, there’s some measure of prevention. But, come on. Measures are becoming continually more strict, continually more invasive. And for what? I surely don’t know. Certainly not reason. Certainly not probably cause. And it certainly seems that our “personal effects” are being violated.

But. Who are we to complain? Citizen. Remove your clothing. You will be searched. This is for your safety.

Weighing in on the Teen Suicides

While I know this is a little late, as the news of the suicides really came to a head last week, which may as well be ancient Rome in terms of Internet time, but I was party to a particularly bizarre piece of idiocy which I think needs to be brought to light.

At a family gathering in celebration of my recent and my wife’s forthcoming birthdays, my brother-in-law—who I might add will often bring up inflammatory topics because he’s an asshole—decided to steer the conversation to the recent bullying and suicides of many gay teens. And while it was silently agreed that the topic wasn’t really appropriate, he insisted on continuing. The general consensus was that the whole deal was terrible, and shouldn’t have happened, but his take on the situation was different. Basically, he feels that the people being bullied should “just get over it, and grow up.” It was pointed out that bullying is terrible, and its understandable that these kids are upset. Additionally, the bullying was relentless, and such things should never be allowed to continue to a point where it kills someone else.

As if his views on the subject were not vile enough, he seemed to take personal exception to the idea that the bullies had done the killing. He raised his voice, shouting as if triumphant, “They killed themselves.” To which no one had a response, being unsure of the great difference between driving someone to suicide and actually murdering someone outright. He announced, satisfied with having “won,” that these “fags” killed themselves because they were weak. “Good riddance,” he shouted again, “Nature has a system if getting rid of the weak.”

At this point, Everyone was quiet, and his showing no sign of stopping galvanized me to action. Rather than try to argue the point, as that would really only prolong the situation, I said “What is your profession? You’re a mechanic, right? Well, how about you tell us your theories on evolutionary biology whenever you become an evolutionary biologist.” He tried to backtrack and say that it wasn’t evolutionary biology, but at that point, no one was listening because, well, he’s an idiot.

As the evening continued, everyone doing their best to pretend the whole event hadn’t happened, I couldn’t help but replay the exchange over and over in my mind. It suddenly occurred to me that his point of view is exactly how this whole suicide mess came to be in the first place. What I find sickening—and what had not occurred to me before just that moment—is that there are more people with such a fucking ridiculous point of view! Also sickening is that in this grand age of information such ideas can still thrive.

To clarify, I’m not so naive to think that people could never be so intolerant and just plain ignorant—willingly or not—but I guess I just hadn’t had much face-to-face exposure with it. I have begun to wonder what can be done about it? The realistic answer, at least on a large scale, is nothing. But individually, I wonder if there’s anything to be done. It really just seems that these people have transcended simple ignorance, moving straight into stupidity. While ignorance can be fixed, stupid is permanent.

These suicides are terrible. No one should ever be made to feel as though there is no hope left, especially ones so young as these. And all for what? Because they happened to have a physical or emotional attraction to someone of the same sex? Big deal!

While I don’t like to think of myself as overly prudish, it seems difficult to deny that we live in a highly sexualized culture. Sex sells everything from condoms to cheeseburgers, and what is a pubescent kid supposed to do with all of that? Surely you remember your own pubescent years, right? Just think about it for a second. All those hormones made you lanky, awkward, pimply, and really confused. Confused about all the new feelings you were having, all the new things you were noticing about your classmates. So some little boys—and lets face it, many of these were little boys—were noticing the growth and pheromones of the other little boys more than they noticed the growth and pheromones of the other little girls. You don’t have to like it, and you don’t have to agree with it, but you damn sure don’t have to ostracize, mock, and torture those little boys to death.

My pubescent years were largely pimple-free, and I was fortunate for that. Most of my friends weren’t so lucky. So, say that in Earth mark II the majority of people grew up without pimples, but there were a few who just got all sorts of pimples. These pimples didn’t affect these teens ability to play sports, or excel in academics, nor were they an indication of their worth in society. But because it wasn’t the status quo, because tradition stated most people didn’t have them, they were picked-on. Bullied relentlessly until one day they snapped, thought life would always be this way, and they decided life wasn’t worth living anymore. And BANG. They kill themselves because they’ve got a few spots on their faces that other people don’t. It doesn’t really make any sense, does it?

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (You know. The guy who wrote Faust.) said “Nothing is as terrible to see as ignorance in action.” It seems that in these tumultuous economic, political, and ethical times, there is an awful lot of ignorance doing an awful lot of acting, and it really is quite terrible.

This post, small as it may be, is to Justin Aaberg, Billy Lucas, Asher Brown, Tyler Clementi, their families, and all the other children, teens, or adults who are tormented relentlessly because you happen to be gay. There’s always hope. The whole world doesn’t hate you. Just a few assholes who are unfortunately quite a lot more vocal than the rest of us.

Ethiopia

Again, sorry for such a long time without a post, but the Internet in Ethiopia is less than stellar. I’ve been here since May 23rd, and thigns are going wonderfully.

We have met many interesting people, including the President of Ethiopia, and I can’t really even begin to describe how much we’ve done or seen. (I mean, I litterally can’t because if I make this post much more than a few paragraphs, it’ll take about an hour to actually post)

So, please wait until my return, and I will update fully the wonderful things we’ve seen and done, and I may even share a funny story or two. I just want to take this time to say that the Ethiopian people are hard working, they just need some financial gumption to get going. Look into micro finance opportunities in Ethiopia to help some truly talented craftsmen and tradesmen get their businesses started, and you can help more than you might imagine.

Peace, and I’ll update again when I get back to the States!

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