Saturday, December 22, 2012

Bad Guys And Their Guns

I haven't blogged about Newtown because what do you say?

No, this shouldn't have happened. This should never happen. It feels wrong to minimize what this community has gone through by discussing the communities that go through this every day. A 7 year old child sitting in their classroom on a bright winter morning should not be murdered. Neither should a chid peacefully sleeping in her home. Or sitting in a car. Or walking down the street. Or playing on the swings. Thousands of our children have been senselessly murdered in the name of our second amendment rights. These rights are themselves a fictional construct of powerful special interest groups on both sides of the idealogical aisle.

Every year, every moment, we place a fairytale above a child's life. I want to believe Newtown is a tipping point. I don't want to be disrespectful by asking why it would be. Is it because the children are mostly white? Is it because they are mostly wealthy? Is it because they were killed together? The last time I thought a child's death was going to be a tipping point was when 7 year old Aiyana Jones was murdered for sleeping on her sofa. I don't know why I thought Aiyana would change us. She wasn't different from all the other children needlessly killed by the culture of violence we celebrate. In fact, she wasn't killed by a random criminal at all, Aiyana was shot to death in her Disney Princess sheets by a police officer. A few months before that I thought it was going to be the death of 6 year old Makayla Sitton. She was murdered in her bed by a cousin brought to her home for a holiday. By 2011 when Christina Taylor-Green was assassinated for attending a speech by someone she admired I'd given up on America and mass violence.

These are three children out of hundreds and thousands. Children have been killed since Sandy Hook. Newtown was not an aberration in any fashion unless you consider being forced to face the deaths of our children is an aberration. It doesn't hit home. What does hitting home even mean? We want to see the faces of the children, we want to hear their stories. By this we mean pictures of them happy and healthy and whole. Stories of the love their family shared and the shock they leave behind. We want to whistle past the graveyard they lie in. Long after we've moved on, long after we've turned to the next mass shooting and ignored the bodies piling up in single or double or triple numbers around us, the first responders will still see the faces of those children when they close their eyes. Their images won't be happy or healthy and they certainly won't be whole. The damage done by the weapons used at Sandy Hook is the sort that stays with you for a lifetime. These men and women will be dealing with this for the rest of their lives, just as the families of the children will.

America, I think we will deal with this for about five minutes. Then we will turn away, as we always do. There is a fairy tale in our country that video games kill people. Movies kill people. Films kill people. Mental illness kills people. Anything but guns. It's never guns. It's never our easy access to weapons of war, weapons designed to kill each other as quickly as possible. This morning in a good neighborhood where this sort of thing doesn't happen (and what does that mean, really, except that lives are not equally important) a woman went for a bike ride. A man she knew stopped her. They had an exchange of words. He shot her to death and escaped. What if he'd punched her? Knifed her? What if he'd not had the power of the gun in his pocket, the secret knowledge that her life belonged to him just on the basis of his own whim. Would she be alive? Would Jordan Davis? Would Trayvon Martin?

I don't know whose cold dead hands will finally make America drop their weapons. For my kids, for your kids, for all the kids, let's go ahead and drop them now. We can't stop evil but we can disarm it. That's what fairytales are supposed to teach us. To want more. To expect better. To turn away from evil and embrace good. Let's open a different book. Please.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Yes, Virginia, this is about guns.

   Some person somewhere, who is claimed by many of our species to be a member of our species, genuinely argued today that we should train children to tackle gunmen, and that that would solve everything.  

Also, as in the wake of just about any mass shooting I care to recall, there has been a knee-jerk freak-out from gun enthusiasts explaining that the answer is more guns. 
Talking points have been hit, as they are want to do.  Switzerland, and their world leader percentile of households containing guns (which are there due to their being issued for mandatory military service by citizens as Switzerland has no standing army...) and low gun crime was brought up.  Just don't mention that all  bullets are strictly controlled by the state and only available for purchase and  use at approved shooting ranges, or that bullets issued to service personnel (in case of invasion while traveling to military installations) are given in sealed packets which are checked to ensure no unauthorized use, or that a national inventory is taken to confirm the whereabouts of each bullet... Shockingly the NRA fell silent until today - lord knows how they'll tackle this one.

  But look, squirrel, moar guns in schools comes the tweety-bloggy cry - because if someone had been there with an ankle piece in a sock or a fanny pack holding their Saturday night special, then somehow none of this would have happened.
   It's that school yard fuzzy logic in motion for the particular Death Wish Gun Enthusiast - in which a gunman comes into a school and shoots no one - because someone reading his mind shoots him instead though they never go to jail for it because it was proactive self-defense.  Everyone gets puppies, and free ice-cream, and if you really want to know the truth of it they're holding out for a quick handy from a grateful teacher or two.  Oh and also they're taller than in real life.  Maybe an inch or two.  Except the gunman's mother is still back home dead, but just push that under a rug.  Good.  Now.  Everyone neat and pretty?

When I was younger and the space shuttle Challenger exploded in the air, I had an acquaintance my a
ge who was very upset by it. Christie McAuliffe, (a teacher we might note) quite publicly died in the explosion with the rest of the crew. This kid was traumatized by her death in particular, I think because he didn't know any astronauts, but he saw teachers every day at school.  Perhaps it may have been a little Everyman at play as well.  I'm sure from his test scores he held no illusions about his space camp potential, but hey if the woman who grades vocab drills could make it - maybe he had a shot too.  He watched all the news whenever he could leading up to the launch, and made McAuliffe his own.  Then.  Well.  Shock, denial, most of the stages completely out of order.

  For hours and hours he'd argue with me about basic physics (which were still too advanced for our age set), demanding that if only she had waited and then jumped up in the capsule right before impact she would have survived!

  I said no - she was probably already dead before impact, but even so, even if she somehow amazingly was alive, awake, unhurt, and able to time a jump with superhuman precision, she'd still be going really, really fast because of kinetic energy and she'd be just as dead when she "landed," because that's how the world works.
  My brother-in-law did engineering work in jet propulsion, and was often engaged in or somehow otherwise consulted on NASA projects.  A Floridian, he had made a habit of watching every space shuttle launch possible on live broadcast (if he couldn't be in the state I suppose).  I'm not even sure he'd missed a launch before that one. 
  As I understand it from the time, he'd refused to watch that particular launch on the grounds there would be a high probability of catastrophic failure.  There had been problems with sealant rings, with earlier launches postponed, but it was evidently clear to him that the conditions causing the malfunctions would not have been adequately fixed by the steps that they had taken.  Other engineers would have undoubtedly had similar concerns, and no doubt warnings were given, but this is a highly specialized field - and it's possible the greater majority of people on the team were not even aware how one subset of problems might affect things.  Unfortunately it was also a period in NASA's history in which the actual scientists had been pushed out of any higher management or decision making roles in favor of project leaders with significantly lower technical understanding but a good sense of organization skill.  Part of the mission management may even have been political appointees.
  Why am I reminded of all this?
  First because telling me that the answer is more guns in school shows a fundamental misunderstanding of how the world works on par with a third grade understanding of physics.  Second because this situation may be completely avoidable if the right steps are taken - namely sensible gun law based on practicality (instead of trauma or NRA lobby dollars) and as or even more importantly, reliable mental health care.
  We all know there is a problem with the system.  The people who have been trained in this field tell us there is a problem with the system.  We continue hitting the launch button anyway.
 

  Fill schools with guns. Go ahead. What then? Grenades when someone throws a grenade in a school? 
Improvised Explosive Devices in the lunchroom?  Dirty bombs in every class?  What about buses?  Grocery stores?  The movie theater?  Restaurants?  Build-A-Bear?  Gymboree?  Is Chuck E. Cheese packing?  Is Ronald?  Guns everywhere?  Every waking moment?   In every hand?

  The heart of the matter:
  26 people were murdered in under three minutes, many of them
- let's be frank - with multiple shots to the head.  There's no sensible reason that ammunition clips of that capacity should be sold to the public. Anyone with a gun would likely not have even gotten it out in time before it was all over. There's no sensible reason it should be easier to purchase a gun than to identify and help treat a mental disorder that would cause someone to want to use a gun in this way. Setting aside that the person sitting around daydreaming about the opportunity to "take out" a would be shooter is, I daresay, one bad afternoon's distance from being the person sitting around daydreaming about being would-be shooter. 
  The solution to a horrible misuse of guns (if we are to presume the position that they have necessary uses) is not to inundate and drown our culture with more, more, and more guns. 

  What are you teaching the children in this school? In every school? That the answer to someone being mentally unstable is not to have bothered to restrict a gun purchase, not to have bothered to find the reason for their instability before selling them a sidearm, nor have bothered putting in place a system to address it... To have just not frankly bothered.  Instead teaching every child in our country that the fix is learning to kill faster, kill quicker than anyone else can, world without end. 
  I cannot imagine a more dehumanizing, wholesale race to the bottom of human endeavor.

Friday, November 30, 2012

How Much Is That Baby In The Window?

When is stealing a child socially acceptable?  In America, the answer is tied up in issues of class and race. Adoption has many faces. When we think of it we prefer to think of children saved from abusive homes. We embrace the celebrity model of Mia Farrow or Angelina Jolie while trying not to look too closely at the more common Madonna model. In my own life I know several adoptees who are thriving.  I've also taken part in too many conversations where the potential adoptive parents frame their desires in understandable but problematic ways. With an international adoption, I've been told, there is no chance of having to give the child back. I can't ignore the underpinnings of race and wealth in these discussions of the 'good' countries from which to obtain this desired item, this child. The discussions don't center around the countries with the cleanest records. If the child is actually available for adoption is obscured under the cover of giving them a better life. 

What happens when you adopt an older child? One who reveals that the story told by the adoption agency isn't true? We'd like to think that a child who, upon learning English, asks after her parents and siblings is quickly returned to them. Sadly, that's quite rare. While I've read a few stories where the child is returned I've read far more where the adoptive parents justify retaining the child. How many stories go untold? In the case of a child adopted as an infant the truth may never arise. This is where our complicated feelings about race and wealth lead us. Frame a potential abduction as an adoption and all the sympathy reverts to the adoptive parents. It is nearly impossible for parents from the country of origin to reclaim a child adopted into America. In some cases it may seem cruel of the parents to even try. 

While we import these lighter skinned children, we export adoptable babies and children of darker skin.  The myth that America has a shortage of children needing homes, that adopting a child in America is too difficult, is disproven by our own standing as a source of children on the international stage. While adoption in America can be a long and frustrating process, the alternative is potentially being complicit in a child's abduction. I can't read about a Chinese father tirelessly searching for his missing daughter without wondering if she's taking a dance class in my town. The desire for a child, the complicated myth of saving a child, the text of a better life changes from county to country and from household to household. Is the African American child in Chicago likely to live longer in Ireland? Is that a better life? Is the Guatemalan mother working here illegally automatically unfit to raise her child? Who decides what better means?


There's a case working it's way to SCOTUS right now that illustrates the conflicts of color, wealth, and truth in a way that motivated me to discuss them. While the facts are in dispute, a few things seem clear. A child of the Cherokee Nation was offered by it's non Native American mother for adoption. The father, serving in the Iraq War, disputed the adoption when the child was four months old. For two years the adoptive parents fought to retain the child.  She was recently returned to the father under the ICWA. The birth mother did not disclose the child's Native American status during the adoption process, claims the father did not support her and that he signed away his rights. The birth father claims that he did not understand the papers and that the birth mother refused contact with him during her pregnancy. Regardless of the legal truth of the case most of the reporting focuses on the ICWA law, it's intentions and the percent of the child that is Indian. On one side, the case is that the child will have a better life surrounded by her heritage and her birth relatives. On the other, that the child will have a better life in an open adoption with parents chosen by the birth mother. Whatever the ultimate result the child is going to pay.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

When The Dogs Whistle

Twitter is an interesting place to watch people express themselves. It all feels ephemeral. While some are obviously playing roles, far more comments are made by average people revealing themselves. Recently I was following one of the many tags aimed at the election. I think it was the convergence of #Romnesia and #ThingsObamaVotersSay. What struck me about the latter tag was the number of times the tweeters invoked food stamps. In their view, being on food stamps is a vile thing done by vile people. It's a terrible program symbolizing a lack of moral character. In short, those who oppose the President also oppose feeding hungry children. I'm not really sure how you open a conversation with someone whose core belief involves citizens starving in the street.

If these figures can be believed (and I think they can) your average food stamp family is (white) employed and raising children. The family is given about $70 a week. Yet the conversation in the tags is not about people with jobs. It's not about children. It's not about trying to feed a family on $70 a week or why so many jobs in America pay poverty wages. It's about those lazy (often black) people that feel entitled. American residents, thinking food is something due them. Thinking their kids should sleep with full bellies, or even simply not on empty ones.

Of course this is classism and racism converging. When faced with a specific person on food stamps most of these folks will say they don't mean that person, they mean the other persons. The underserving persons. You know, the food stamp people. Not this particular food stamp person. The mythical food stamp person they've created in their head. The one their unexamined biases would prefer to see turned away from food, shelter, and medical care. The grasshopper to their ant.

To me when you say food stamps, I think of myself as a hungry kid. I think of the child my brother told me about a year or so ago. The child who spilled their Salvation Army Thanksgiving dinner and burst into frantic tears at the loss of a meal. The child who kept crying when the meal was replaced, because getting two chances at hot food was so hard to believe. I heard that story at a table with more than my kids could possibly eat. I remembered being the kid who would have sobbed at the ruined turkey. When you say food stamps to me, I'm not thinking about a mythical person I made up in my head. I'm thinking about my life, the lives of my peers, the life of that child in that shelter sobbing over a ten cent roll.

Recently our area began offering free breakfast to all the children at all the schools. The hungry kids were hesitant to claim the free meal because of the scorn from the full kids. The hope is that with the principals taking their meals there, with the staff encouraging everyone to get a good start to their day, that the hungry kids will stop being afraid of someone knowing who they are. The idea has it's opposition. A number of parents are concerned that people will come to rely on the free breakfast. They might expect it. Kids who can eat at home may choose to eat at school. What kind of country would this be if people knew they could always have a meal waiting? How could we ever succeed if hunger didn't drive us? These are the thoughts of people who have always eaten. As Jacques Prevert wrote in La Grasse Matinee "que de barricades pour six malheureuses sardines..."


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

This, this is why they call me opinionated and critical...


Ok so ... Kermit Roosevelt Jr.
This week saw much pain, stitches and medicated, ice-packed reading for me, which resulted in a convergence of things probably only kind of interesting to myself.
Plus, teh dot-edu internets is magic.

Paul Ryan wants 1950 back and wimmens makin' babies and mens deciding health stuffs for them because 1950's Daddy Knows Best.  Conservative politics wants to steal your money and finish gutting the US economy.  Democrats want to continue not doing anything much all that progressive or useful.

Friends of mine are still convinced that we went into Iraq because of the Terror, because Glenn Beck's deranged schizophrenic dysfunctions talked to him and said so. Nevermind that.

I mean when we hired Saddam Hussein to help the CIA organize a coup in 1963 and help us assassinate the Democratically elected Iraqi president, then set up the Ba'ath Party as the ruling power and then made Saddam head of their Secret Service - well all that was just in the name of spreading democracy and Light and Hope and shit like how we do - right?  I'm sure it had nothing to do with US and Corporate interest.

Just like in 1953 when the US sent Kermit to head up the CIA action overthrowing the Democratic Leader of Iran and installed the Shah as ruling power.  Nothing but Humanitarian interest there.I mean to be fair, we were busy anyway.  We'd just come off of crushing an independence rebellion in Puerto Rico, we had that thing in Korea... Over the next four years we had Nuclear threats to or Military in Vietnam, Guatemala, Egypt, Lebanon, Iraq (we were warning them against invading Kuwait.  Ironic, isn't it?),  China, Panama, then a freaking war in Vietnam...  It's like, why do they hate us for our Democracy imposed on them?
But I digress.We do good work.  We kill a million people in Indonesia by way of CIA assisted Army coup in 1965, we invade the Dominican Republic the same year, the Army kills 43 POC in Detroit.  I mean the American Freedom Train is really humming along.

Sure - we carpet bomb Cambodia and destroy the government for ten years, killing 2 Million people through explosions and starvation, but you have to break some eggs, right?  Besides if we hadn't smoothed the road for Democracy and Freedom there, you never would have gotten that cool movie about Pol Pot with Sam Waterston.  Dude won an Oscar for that.  He was on Law & Order - he's legit.

Then there was that Wounded Knee siege against the Lakota in South Dakota in '73...  but this is getting away from the point - Which is:  The US... it does God's Work all the time with its Armed Services, defending the Nation, never putting them in harm's way for profit, making it safe for roasted hotdogs and black powder displays of the Nation's Moral Purity once a year.

Oh yeah and Chile.  Don't forget we killed the President of Chile.  Shit we had a lot going on.

ANYWAY MY POINT is how shocked I was to discover how the financial system works with regard to IMF/World Bank and Debt forgiveness.
See it works like this:A bunch of really well meaning people get together and they say, SURE third world developing country, we will loan you money via the World Bank to build infrastructure so your peeples can has electric if you hire say, Bechtel or Halliburton to do all the work. Nice deal.
Then the country has a shiny building or two in the square, maybe some electric grid, and the work is done by US or Multinational companies so they profit, maybe one half of one percent of the native population gets very rich and invests that money in international currency markets and Swiss bank accounts so it's completely out of the country.  Good deal. Only one drawback, really, and its not a big thing, just... nobody can really afford the electric at the rates that Foreign company is charging, because none of the population got any work or learned any trade since Bechtel imported their own contractors.  Oh and the debt.  The dirt-poor people still have the debt... and no water treatment facilities, because most of the GDP goes to paying down the debt.So what's to be done?

Le Sigh...  The International Monetary Fund looks at them and says, "Silly goose!  You ain't got no monies!"  Well, they can approve a loan AGAIN but they can't do it with all that debt riding ...  Instead we get some celebrities like Bono, and they do videos and stuff, and we all talk about how awesome cancelling that debt would be, because debt forgiveness sounds really super charitable... So that's what we do.Conditional Debt Forgiveness.

Conditional on Privatization of the water treatment (because honestly third world country, you already can't manage your electric grid) So a company like Halliburton or Bechtel comes in and uses up all the money building and then privately running the only water treatment facilities at something like three times the previous cost, but I mean, they have to make a profit, right?  They don't do this stuff for free.  They have kids to feed.

What else you got third world country?  Besides life-threatening poverty for 80% of the country and crazy preventable disease and child mortality rates?  You need roads?  You got Oil?  You got mining we could do?  We could do this all day!

So election day comes, and the companies send in representatives and they meet the new guys after inauguration, and everyone shakes hands and says hey congratulations.  Then the Company men reach in a pocket and say, "Hey yo - here's 200k to play ball.  That's the left pocket.  You don't want the right pocket because that's everything that could happen to you and your family when no one is looking."  Now, imagine you're a president, and you're wondering if you really appreciate what's happening here.  Maybe you even want to have some integrity, but besides being thrown out in a CIA backed coup, or dead along with the whole of your family, what's the guy after you going to do?  It kind of sets a bad tone, getting murdered.

So now you're corrupt!  Shame on you, Mister or Madam President!  What your people say they needed was a strong leader to manage their resources in a sound way - not IMF/WB loans and debt to foreign companies siphoning natural resources!  In fact that's what two generations of South American Presidents have been saying and they keep getting elected being socialist and anti-corporate and the US has to talk about what an enemy to Good, Clean, Pure US Interests they are.

And occasionally we kill people in the name of Democracy.  It just happens.
So, at the end, what I found really disturbing is that we have this really clear history of Humanitarian Righteousness when it comes to US Foreign relations, yet for so long the US has been left out of it's own Democracy Parade.

We started out good in Iraq setting up a puppet dictatorship.  Then they got mouthy and we flexed a bit.  Then years later they acted like they didn't like our trade agreements and we sent in some CIA guys to... actually shit - we couldn't, because that crazy ass Saddam guy had tons of loyal guards and body doubles.  So we had to invade... a little.  because at the end of the day we figured he'd keep Iran in check, and play ball, and  know who the top dog was because the US is WHAT!?!?!?   His crazy ass was still not doing what we wanted... and we had to invade ALL OVER AGAIN.  My God.

Now we had to fold that into our Afghanistan thing (which actually was really convenient because we had a closed meeting about how to design new currency for Iraq after wrapping up our plan for killing the leader in the first week of Bush's term, and then some crazy people blew up stuff and it was party time), and we sent troops and we privatized as much as we could with independent contractors and Halliburton built showers for our troops that had uninsulated wiring and electrocuted a few, and they built cisterns of stagnant water that made a bunch of troops sick, and ... well you get it right?

Why do they hate our Freedoms?  Cheney got 34 Million out of the deal from Halliburton ... it's not like he had anything to gain from funneling them money.
Why do WE hate our Freedoms?

But wait - what is that Siren Song of Righteous freedoms I hear???
Now Conservative America wants to spread that Dream of Democracy to the shores of... that's right!  AMERICA!!!  It's finally our turn!  We'll Privatize school, and prison for profit, and Social Security, and Medicaid, and just about everything that can bleed money.

I mean Social Security?  That's a HUGE drain on the national budget - Paul Ryan just said so, while joking that he hoped the sixty-five year old dude he'd directed police to wrestle to the ground had taken his blood pressure medication (see because he was mad that Ryan was calling Medicaid and Social Security an entitlement program, which clearly it is, if you consider that paying for something out of your own pocket in the US entitles you to get it).

Just think it's money, right, that private people and their employers pay in over a lifetime that is also reinvested for a profit for the Government.  Christ on a Cracker.  Leaving money that people put themselves into an account that is ostensibly set up just for them, that the Government collects the interest on all alone?  They pay in for fifty years and then take it out for ten?  HELL YES that has got to be a drain on the economy, leaving all that money that's already theirs in their Government kept pockets.  Let's get a Privatized company in here to empty that shit post haste!

Because stealing your money - hey that's Conservative.
Now if we could only focus on Iran, and it's human rights problems, and the horrible, sticky condition for women under the brutal dictatorship that we set up on purpose after killing their president in the 50's?
Or solve the corruption problems with these Banana Republics that we pay off or threaten with death if they don't get corrupt right quick?  I mean, our politicians don't have a problem removing impediments to multinational Corporate interests donating the GDP of Brazil for an election.  OUR politicians don't balk at the hard work of limiting human rights within our borders.  OUR politicians are saying they're totally cool with stripping women of their rights (and presumably everything else).
Is this not the glorious One World the United Nations was conceived for?

The world would be a better place if they accepted the Dream of US Democracy and embraced us as Liberators instead of taking the money we buy them off with or dying from the bullets we put into them in the middle of the night.  Or maybe all of the above.
Oh Shit!  Maybe we get to shoot Senior Citizens now?

Women hanging from a crane in the public square for being raped...?  Hey America, you swiped the credit card to rent that boom truck.  That enemy is still us.  Semper Fi.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Quitting Goodreads

Finding The Exit.

What's the correct modern way of saying "A lot of ink has been spilled"? Anyway, Goodreads and me, we're trying to break up. By trying I mean I keep hitting Delete Account, Yes I Am Sure, Yes, Really Sure, STOP CALLING ME and Goodreads... keeps phoning. I've turned off all my notifications, shut it down, sworn I want all my content to go away forever - and the next day there are new comments on my reviews. It's sort of like trying to leave Facebook, but we will get it sorted out. Goodreads never really met my needs. It had a lot of author sockpuppeting (people complain about Amazon's review inflation?). The interface was clunky. I never really discovered books on Goodreads the way I do on blogs. But Goodreads worked for other people so I provided content there for the people that said "Wow, I wish you'd do something at Goodreads too."

Stalkers & Pedophiles, Oh My.

We all know what happened and we all know why and we all know how things are being rewritten on an hourly basis to try and justify unjustifiable events. I figured, after the utter fail of Huffington Post that Goodreads was taking their time to get things right. Then they came out for the stalkers. Of course, it's all coded and worded and finessed and blah blah blah but I don't care how sorry you are baby, when you hit me in the face I notice. People tell you who they are all damn day but are very careful when they show you. Once someone is stalking their points don't matter anymore. If they have them, if they don't have them, all the same. What matters is that stalking is wrong and feeding into it by offering cookies of any kind suggests that crazy stalking is a good tool to get things done. This way lies insanity and AOL.

Every Moral Has A Story.

I realize people believe in changing things from the inside. People don't like throwing babies out with bathwater. That's just not me. Screw me over and I'm done with you. I don't care if you're an author with so many sockpuppets you bought a prosthetic limb or a web site that is trying to service too many masters and pleasing none. I don't have time to guide you into the brighter lights. I pack my bag and go. It is a very big internet. There are many places to see. (Places that enjoy having free content to monetize. Trust me, I'm old. I've been giving it away for a long time.) So Huffington Post and Goodreads will carry on fine without me. But I'll carry on even better with them. The lovely thing about removing someone from your life is that they're gone. (I miss Netflix about zero times a day.) There is always another path, often leading unexpectedly beautiful places. To find it all you have to do is wander off.

TL:DR - Westboro Church showed up on Goodreads' front lawn and Goodreads signed over the property. 

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

When You Need A Doormat...

I don't have cats. Let's toss that out right now. Not all white chicks like cats. Something I especially dislike about cats is they way they show their love. I don't need some dead thing twitching on my doorstep. Somehow I've failed to convey this message to my friends and therefore they bring me things they found on the internet. Today is all about some dude named Officially Ice breaking out 10 Reasons To Date White Women. I had to laugh. I've been hearing this nonsense for years. Let me tell you from first hand experience, once you go black? You absolutely do go back. (If you're running into clowns who believe this list.)

10. This one is all about girls getting their hair wet. I know girls with closets full of hundred dollar swim suits that will never see a drop of water. They have absolutely no intention of ever getting in the pool, much less hitting the surf. Granted, a keratin treatment ($300 every two to three months) is cheaper than a weave, but if you're doing hair color as well it's another $150 - $250 and  that splash in the pool becomes a hassle. Of course some white girls wear their hair natural or color and straighten it themselves. Same as black girls.

9. White girls can be verbally abused. This one is true. Many white girls, especially from the middle class, are surrounded by privilege. It is easier to lead them into an emotionally abusive relationship than a black girl who has struggled her way through life. Be careful you don't accidentally select a white girl who has been raised to know her value, not previously abused, or otherwise endowed with self worth. She will knock your head back. Unlike a black girl, she has the government on her side and can land your ass in jail for even minor events. You want to be certain you've selected a victim and not a women when you "put a little aggression in your voice." Remember too, her family can shoot you and the investigation is likely to go nowhere. White privilege can take away as easily as it gives.

8. White girls are unlikely to be named Shaniqua. Absolutely true. Alongside such white names as Katherine, Michelle, Janet, Paris, Halle, Nicole, Toni, Angela and Rose (or Rosa) are names like Krystal, Tiffany, Brandy, Brooklyn, and Candy. Way more classy. He's got us here.

7. White girls are freaky. Damn, I can never say that one with a straight face. Because it's so funny. Every time a black guy tells me white girls are up for anything, no matter how kinky I think he must date a lot of sex workers. The white girls I know sob at the table about the "sick" shit their man suggested. Demeaning things like oral sex, or taking photos, or in the shower, or on the couch, or sometimes even at lunch. Obviously, they sniffle, their man has mistaken them for a whore. If you want your sexual tastes to line up with your partner's sexual taste then just ask. For every white girl that won't  turn the lights on there's one who already slept with all your friends. Just like black girls.

6. White girls do not ascribe to the stereotypes of black culture. Ok. But I hope you're ready to go mudding after the rodeo and maybe get some golf in at the country club. (Assuming you don't work there.) Because one thing white girls love to do is bring a black man somewhere they know he isn't allowed. There's no real danger to them and wow do their dads freak out. Who needs to keep the champagne flowing when you can spike the drama through the roof?

5. White girls will blow their cash on you. There is a what's mine is yours ethic to many white relationships. Of course, what's yours is hers too. If you aren't bringing her the same caliber of gifts she's bringing you - well the door is that way. Most white girls insist on a man who can provide the lifestyle they expect. A man with a lower net worth is man who won't be around long. If you really want nice gifts pick a super old white lady. I know a few guys who picked up cars servicing the widows at Century Village.

4. White girls don't nag, hassle or expect fidelity. I suppose in the business relationship Officially Ice is describing that's true. If she's using you to get her Black Buck Fantasy on then what does she care about the rest of your life? On the other hand, many of these sheltered white girls (you know, the ones with self esteem low enough to put up with the abuse in item 9) can smother you like nobody's business. And those bitches can cry! Kleenex is not raking in the cash from the black community, that's for damn sure. Just look at Hallmark ads! White chicks cry like it's their job. Plus, instead of hassling you they just go crazy. There's a reason every other Lifetime movie is some girl going insane and leaving dead bunnies in your bed. White girls on a jealous rampage will fuck you up and spit on your bones. There's a whole genre of music about it. We call it Country.

3. White girls cater to their men. Can't argue. I know scores of white women who do not work outside the home because their focus is on their man. They hire a maid (or two) for the home, a nanny for the kids, a tennis instructor, a fitness instructor, a beautician, a spa service, a waxer and a host of other people to help them hone their body into their man's fantasy. They'll dump the takeout into the home china for your dinner and smoothly entertain your boss while the drinks flow. Of course these women are also sleeping with half the people they use your money to hire, but so what? It's all about looking good for you, baby. You're paying, we're all playing. Of course I also know struggling single mothers, hard working career women and ladies whose men wait on them. Black and white. You know, like people.

2. For many men the answer to "Have you ever received head from a white woman?" is no. Oral sex is a deeply debated topic in the white culture. Girls who preform oral sex are either whores or preserving their virginity or some combination in between. Men who ask for oral sex are either nasty, normal, or secretly gay. Really, it's a thing. It gets talked about. I know men who haven't had a blow job in ten, twenty, thirty years. They think black women give them up like little pez dispensers. I guess we all learned something with this one.

1. White girls are more fun. OMG yes. Here Officially Ice and I could not agree more. Need proof? CASEY ANTHONY! Did she let a dead kid get in the way of her party? Oh Hell No! Girl got herself a tattoo and went dancing. If you want to party till the body is found there are white girls right there with you. Marry one and you'll never have to worry about staying home!

On reflection I can see why these myths about white women have endured. I thought I was going to disagree with Officially Ice a lot more than I really did. All the uptight church girls, the hard working redneck girls, the obsessively jealous and the serial cheaters have one thing in common - black dudes who hate black women are willing to date them. Lucky, lucky us.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

So, just to keep score so far...

One is cast as a "suspect" for being innocent and getting shot, the other is cast as a "victim of the system" for shooting innocents.
One is dead and his report card comes under attack, the other kills people and the media fetishizes his "good grades."
One is undeserving of life because he got some gold teeth, the other deserves leniency because he dyed his hair.
One is "propagandist," because his posthumous photos aren't "scary enough," the other commits mass murder and photos are circulated of "when he was happier."  
One is a "future criminal" for being shot with candy, the other kills 12 people and "was such a nice boy."

Have I missed anything?  Beyond nostalgia for the journalist's souls?

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

10 Frisk Commandments

Normality is part of the immense divide between what we know as white Americans and what we know as black or brown Americans. We base our assumptions in how things are. As a white American who has traveled between multiple class and economic levels I know that the way things are looks completely different based on where you are standing.  I have had the honor of multiple perspectives. One I will never have is being a multi-generational non-white American. I don't have to teach my children how to minimize opportunities for the police to kill them. I don't have to worry that my child, if missing, will not be important. The experiences of Trayvon Martin's parents in the terrible hours between missing and murdered will not be mine. There are many experiences I am grateful that my privilege shields me from. One of those is being unable to walk in my own neighborhood without police inspection. While stop and frisk does happen in poor white communities it is not official policy. Because we have the social power not to stand for it. The rest of America does not. Celebrate your privilege by watching the 10 Frisk Commandments. Get a new perspective.




Monday, July 16, 2012

From 1966 to 2012

Booker's Place had excerpts from the 1966 film Mississippi: A Self Portrait.


It's an hour you should watch. (There is a flaw in the upload, stick with the black commercial here space and the rest of the film is intact.) Many of the people in this film are alive. Their children are alive. Pay particular attention to the last third, where fear is used to control the poor white population.  As white people, we talk in coded language we don't really understand. What struck me most during Booker's Place was how little the difference is between things my neighbors say and things the 1966 Mississippian said. To some extent, this makes sense. After all, we were all alive in 1966 and we still are today. Race in America is an ongoing struggle. The current election is bringing a conversation about fear. People are afraid, without explanation of what they fear. They need to Take America Back, but to what? Which America? Racism is hereditary. It is something handed down in the things we know, the things we believe and the things we say. The myths we perpetuate in the white community are simply untrue. They are lies we tell ourselves and our children, lies we prop up with our collective reaffirmation that none of us are bad people. We are good people. We are fair minded people.

When you open the door to a conversation about race reality in America you ask your fellow white person to consider they they are not good or fair minded people. The challenge is to undertake revelation without blame. Booker talks about always smiling. He's not wrong. I have found the only effective way to bring people to the table is to agree with their major racisms while undermining the minor ones. With the murder of Trayvon Martin there is a previously unavailable opportunity for me to discuss race with the whites around me. While one of the workers on our property was murdered without much attention being paid to him, they do care about the innocence of George Zimmerman. Like Booker Wright, I have to keep that smile. I have to Yassir my way through the conversation. I've given up on those over 55. (Get called N'rlover enough times, and you get cynical.) It's easy to pretend this is due to my living in the South but 90% of my neighborhood is Northern transplants. Talking to the residents in their 20's, 30's, and 40's the same racism is present, the same arguments are made. Only the words change.

"The greatest trick the Devil ever played" is a common phrase used in the South. I think the greatest trick he ever played was the deliberate destruction of the black economy. Through the murder of successful black businessmen and the burning of black infrastructure, the black main street is largely gone. Black America is subject to a lack of eduction, human trafficking and exploitation in a way white America largely is not. We make the same arguments about black America we ever did. We have the deserving blacks and the underserving. If I make the argument to to my neighbors that George Zimmerman was mistaken in his assumptions about Trayvon Martin, the conversation continues. If I make the argument that Trayvon had a right to self defense, the conversation ends. Trayvon does not have the basic human rights (in the minds of my white neighbors) that George Zimmerman does. In fact (without fail) when I begin to make ground with them about Zimmerman's murder of Martin, the claim is quickly made. "Zimmerman isn't white you know." Because the conversation is getting too close to what we cannot acknowledge. Black Americans are still not counted as full humans. They are not considered worthy of the same rights as white Americans. Transgressions against them are always justified, by the mere fact of their being black.

Of course, your white neighbors will tell you, racism is wrong. Of course it's wrong that the income, education and employment disparity between whites and blacks is so deep. But...  There is not a lot of difference between what the whites of 1966 say and the whites of 2012. We word it differently, we speak less openly, we are less self aware, but the roots of racism run deep and are not gone. We have it in all of us. The challenge is to find it and discuss it without triggering the kill switches of guilt or blame. Like Booker Wright said, you've got to keep smiling.

Talking About Booker

Over on the review site I had some things to say about the documentary Booker's Place. Watching the film put several things in my mind, so I may be going on about it all week. The primary things I'm working through are how white America denies black America a voice, even when celebrating one of it's speakers. Another is the hidden face of white supremacy in modern politics. The story of N'r Henry came to mind, which is a story known to some of my readers but certainly not all. I thought as well how careful white America has to be when speaking to itself. You cannot approach issues of race directly, there must be hand holding. Lots and lots of hand holding. Only with the right combination of hand holding and truth can progress be made. Because we don't have to listen. Until the recent election, white America slept secure in the knowledge that we could simply speak over anyone speaking words we don't care to hear. There is a scene in Booker's Place where a man says he was a segregationist. His friends were segregationists. Everyone was a segregationist and they thought all the blacks were segregationists too. Boy were they wrong.

It takes a lot of work from a lot of people to get to a place where a man can say he was wrong. Even in the context of the film. Showing it to a mixed audience, the few white people immediately seek to assert their own supremacy and their own lack of blame. Faced with a tale where black families labored from dawn till dusk (yet always come up short), a well dressed white man* launches into the emotional tale of his black mother. Every Southerner knows this story. In this man's particular case some of his best memories are spent in the cotton fields, being cared for by his Mammy. She lovingly puts him down to nap on cotton bales. Those halcyon days are interrupted by a black man holding back strong emotion. He is angry that this man is romanticizing the neglect black children faced when their mothers were forced, by societal and economic constraints, into parenting white children instead of their own. The white man doesn't spare a moment for this truth, for this man's emotion. He is sorry for it, of course. (Is there a more useless emotion than being sorry, of course?) but he knows the truth of his own life and wouldn't change it for anything.

This is an important moment in the film for white viewers. He wouldn't change his past for anything. Not to benefit the black children, not to address racial inequality, not for anything. He had a need and she filled it. That must remain primary. The man goes on to defend himself against an attack that wasn't made. He insists that because he remained close to the woman for life that it invalidates the pain of the black man. He, the white man, being loved by the black woman, is the most important part of the tale. This is the Mammy Myth. It is a deep and enduring part of how we, as white Americans, view the black experience. There cannot be two truths - that she loved the white children she cared for (as she might well come to do) and that her humanity meant limited resources. A full time job and the care of the white children mean the inevitable neglect of her own, whom she deeply loved as well. The third truth (of so many) is that being the white man's Mammy gave her social status in the white world. This is status she may have desperately needed to hold. Rather than confront any of this, the man became defensive and claimed the truth of the black woman's life for his own emotional needs alone. We do this everyday. This is one of our best tricks as white Americans. There is only one truth, and we own it.

Later in the film a white woman, having viewed the 1966 documentary and heard the story of Booker Wright, sighs. She talks about having loved the white men shown in the film and having known Booker as well. He reflection is that all of these men, every one, was a good man. All of these people, every one, were good people. They were just caught in a broken system and doing the best they could. She is talking about a time when black men were being lynched in large numbers. She is talking about men who stood by while black churches were burned, who in fact probably participated. This is another myth of white America. The Good Person. In our collective narrative everyone is good. Things just happen. It isn't anyone's fault. Everyone does what they can and gosh, it's a shame that so many people die but what can you do? (I'd argue you could not join the KKK, but what do I know? Obviously not what she does.)

What Booker's Place throws into focus not even the most mypoic white viewer can deny. The past, as someone famously said, isn't past. We carry it in our lives.  Jim Crow is alive in the bodies of so many Americans. It colors our views, it informs our speech. When we examine the response to Hurricane Katrina or the death of Rekia Boyd or so many other events, Jim is there to tell us we're all good people doing the best we can do in a broken and terrible system that is still so much better than the past. Sharecropping was better than slavery. The 1970's were better than the 1950's. Today is better than 1965. Like the Mammy Myth, we choose one truth and hold it, ignoring all the other truths it contains.

*I realize that the people depicted in Booker's Place have been edited and that conversations contained within may well have gone longer or contained more depth than the filmmakers revealed. There can be many truths in any situation.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Penn State, Forgotten in 5... 4...

So while I was lounging poolside bitching about my free wi-fi connection most of Twitter was shocked (SHOCKED) that Penn State totally knew about everything and really didn't care about it. Um, yea. Are you new to America? The Catholics took a beating when it was their turn but nothing in the Freeh report is surprising. Five minutes from now you won't care about it again. America really doesn't care what you do to kids as long as you keep it kind of quiet. Mostly when we get worked up about "The Children" we are referring to a specific (and quite small) subset of America's underaged. Talking about Penn State - that's fish in a barrel, right? Why am I shooting? I suppose it's because the Freeh Report was what - yesterday? The day before? Today the news cycle wants me to think about "The Children." Not the ones that were raped. That would be crazy. Those boys are probably completely over that. It wasn't all of them. It was a few sacrificial ones so we could have nice things. Most cultures appease their gods with virgins, yea? What's important are "The Children" that were not raped. Their mellow is being harshed like you would not believe.

Don't panic about it. Penn State is coming back!

CBS news tells us - "The school intends to remodel the football team shower and locker room area as a direct result of Sandusky's crimes, university spokesman David La Torre told The Associated Press on Friday." I know I feel better. Can you imagine having to take a shower there? Creepy! La Torre says the plans went into effect as soon as they knew Sandusky was arrested but can't happen until all that nasty legal stuff is done. OMG, what if they install some sort of Don't Rape Kids sign in there? That might help. Redoing those bathrooms, that is absolutely the right step to take. I'm glad they were on that. You should read the CBS article. It's awesome. Like, some of the players feel weird about using the shower now. And coaches from other teams want the Paterno statue pulled down so players won't have to hear about all this every time they walk on the field. People need closure man.

That's why I was so glad to read Adam Rittenberg's article on ESPN titled Community Begins Healing Process. I thought the pervasive and unmistakeable disregard for the safety of children would take Penn State more than a few days to come to terms with but I was like, wrong. He focuses on the fundraising they do for charity, he quotes alumni. My favorite words come from a current player. "It's Penn State," Brown said. "Penn State's going to be Penn State." He's absolutely right. Whatever happens, Penn State will keep being Penn State. Some of America's children are expendable. They are the sacrifices we willingly make to have the things we think we deserve. If they are hungry, if they are abused, if they are turned over to the hungers of adults, it doesn't matter. Girls on the streets of New York, boys in the showers of Penn State.

We don't care all that much. The status must remain quo.

Sure, some people care. Take ESPN's Howard Bryant. He thinks horrendous crimes against children should have consequences. He thinks we should go deeper than new tiles and administrative musical chairs. "  If a massive institutional failure that allowed young boys to be sexually molested on campus does not constitute reasonable cause to terminate the program and force true reflection, true change and true reform, nothing can legitimately deserve that penalty. " Where is this guy from? And could we get a few thousand more of him? 

Monday, July 9, 2012

Tothiro Weighs In

Hi.  Me here.
I'm going to own up to some racism right here: I am an adult white man and I'm nicer to small black children.

Any social situation, and all other things being equal - if you are a small black child at a social function, a party, buying ice-cream cones, waiting in line at the toy store, hiding behind mom or dad's leg while bored during shopping?  My smile when you look over at me will be extra genuine, and as affirming, approving and non threatening as I can muster. 
Why?  Because I live in America, and I know the world of shit you are about to get or are already getting.  The entire society needs you to see crusty old white folk that are not jackasses, so make all the racecar noises you want.
7 year old speaking Spanish?  Hell you too.
Here are things I know: 
Many White Americans spend much of their time not noticing they are white, because they spend an equal amount of their time not wondering why the Cops just kicked their door in and retroactively brought temporary charges against them to justify that act when it was actually their neighbor's address on the warrant all along...
White Americans who do not understand that they are White Americans have tried pulling me into their collective thought process while ignoring my stated facts of protest. 
If and when these facts do get through...
(Oh you mean you weren't aware a for-profit prison system is institutionalized slavery? Take a look at Alabama's Death Row conviction rates versus the percentage that black on white crimes makes up of total white deaths.  Oh you didn't know that the laws were different according to skin color and socio-economic status, the latter of which is largely a net result of the first?  Oh you can't imagine a scenario in which a White homeowner would be shot dead in his driveway by police because his car that he was locking was too expensive to really be his?  Neither can I.) 
...one of two things typically happens:  
1) Those facts must be false, because they are not racist in their thought process, daily actions, or whole of societal conditioning, so they will just ignore them and stop thinking before they accidentally do it critically.  Which is bullshit.  Or...
2) I am just trying to depress them.  YES.  ABSOLUTELY, YES.  Aiyanna Jones, Oscar Grant, Rekia Boyd, Kenneth Chamberlain and an indefensible number of other people were put on this earth to be murdered by White Authority expressly to depress you.  They are Magic Dead Negros sent to bum you out.  Way to objectify their life into a consumable you can choose to dislike, bro.  Congratulations on identifying that a protestation over "feeling bummed out" is the only human, decent action appropriate to the news that when the large majority of White Americans turn on the News and hear "POC shot/killed/arrested" they say to themselves, "Huh.  I guess nothing's happening." 
You Blithely Racist Fuck.

Then this link to this outdated (since 1960) article in which the GQ author wants to collect friendly POC like they're goddamn Pokemon.

See the internet makes me sound angry. 
Truth is I like ice-cream, giant robots, deep sea creatures, dinosaurs, super furry animal things, and things that can be made into parachutes... 
I don't like people distancing themselves from their privilege or ignoring that it exists, because that shit kills people dead that deserved to not be dead.

I don't "talk to people as if they are normal" because they are fucking normal.  Everyone is.   What is this... Pretty Woman?

So I'm friendlier, and I'm more helpful, and I try to listen more if you're darker skinned than I am.  Because I'm racist... And some might argue that it's not racism at all - that it's a response to practical realism, cynicism, whatever...  There might be a lot of different arguments, many based on my intentions.  That's worse.  It isn't White Nobility Savior Bullshit.  It's that I know sometime soon, their day is going to suck because of the color of their skin and because of how the privilege of this culture is handed out.

It's prejudiced, sure, but it's also Racist, with a big R, because 1) I am looking at them and ascribing a defined value which is other and 2) as a White American I can be reasonably certain the cultural deck is stacked in my favor.  Always.
Just because I'm not wanting to light anything up on anyone's lawn does not detract from the fact that there is a little kid in my head, as Baldwin might say.  That I am in a position of trying to non-verbally communicate my authorization of them as an individual means that it could be nothing but Racist.

So hi, I'm Racist, and I try to own that.  I know other White Folk are too, and since so few of them are going to own up to it I am not about to forget it.

This Is Why You Don't Have Black Friends

An unnamed agent of evil and ratchet sent a tweet out with a 2008 GQ article. The author has undoubtedly been shamed, or recanted, or otherwise spent the ensuing four years paying for his ill considered words. That's the thing about the internet, not even death shall us part. Romantic poets think eternal love is completely awesome until they don't and then they write stuff about how to mourn them. Romantic poets, like while people, have serious control issues.

Devin Friedman looked around his living room and saw he was letting his days go by. He didn't mean to grow up to be this guy. This guy doesn't fit his self image. He has a midlife crisis and like so many of us having one, he hands the bill off to someone else. Instead of buying a sports car and divorcing his wife he decides that he deserves black friends. Devin Friedman doesn't ask himself why black people would want to be friends with him, because he is not looking for people. He is looking for notches on his belt of friendship that will make him feel better about himself. In the article Friedman positions himself with that arch hipster awareness that says "I know this totally sounds racist, but I embrace it so I am actually being post-racist in my racism. Dude, I find racism such a downer so it would completely harsh my mood if you took this in a racial manner." He does it by saying shit like this -


"I couldn’t handle walking around knowing that I have the same number of black friends as George W. Bush"

"I looked like an ass, but apparently that was part of the program. I guess I still wasn’t sure whether this whole thing was a joke or not."

"Mario, like a lot of the people I met, seemed to see me as something more than Devin the individual."


"And this project started to feel like the worst kind of tokenism—e-mail me here! I don’t care who you are as long as you’re black!"
 
"So theoretically I could go to one of these parties. I’d probably be kind of a celebrity, a token-y conversation piece—hey, let’s go talk to the white guy!—and next thing you know, I’d have a new black friend."

"Now I know why I wanted to go to a black party, I thought. Because they’re fun. Because white people really are uptight."


"I have better rhythm than most white people do because I went to a kind-of-black 
high school."


"I told my wife we shouldn’t talk about racial stuff. It should be like we were just having a normal dinner with friends."

Read More http://www.gq.com/news-politics/mens-lives/200810/devin-friedman-craiglist-oprah-black-white-friends-obama#ixzz209Mz85Xu



Bless Friedman's heart, he was trying his 2008 best. In his full article he says a lot of things that people say to me, as they explore the ingrained biases in American life. Here's the thing they almost never ask, the thing Friedman fails to ask in his article. Why do we/ they/ I assume that it is in the best interest of a black person to befriend me? When we count coup based on the color of our social circle we assume we have something to offer. Adding a black friend (or south asian, or any other non white sub group to the white mass) is an appropriation of their body in the same sense any other racist act is. You don't walk up to a white friend and say "I would like to make a white friend. I would like that white friend to display authentically white culture and include me in that culture so I will feel cool. I would prefer it if you wear golf pants, speak in a subdued manner and have a stash of private wealth. I will audition you between these hours." The very act of seeking out a black friend is a racist act. It says that you have the power to choose if you interact with black people. It says that the black person will enrich your life in a way that has value to you. That isn't friendship. It's emotional slavery. 

Black people know this. You are not the first white person to decide it would be awesome to know more non-white people. Perhaps you actually will become friends. Perhaps they will remain a prop in the theater of your life, a place to bounce your lack of bias, a card to pull when someone not beholden to you points out your bullshit. It's a great card, even better if it' s sex partner. "I don't have to examine my words or actions! I know black people!" Eventually they will tire of your benign racism, or your overt racism, or you will tire of their always being angry and making everything about race. This is because you don't have a real relationship. You did not meet someone, enjoy their company and gradually spend more time together. You made a black friend. Like getting a pet but they pick your shit up instead of the other way around. 

The answer to America's social segregation is not in white people seeking out people of color. The answer is in white people continually examining the unconsidered biases we all hold and working effectively as allies in eradicating those messages from our children. When you want to attack generational poverty you give up on the parents. The focus of all, parent and child alike, is on the next generation. We lift them up on our backs because lifting them in our arms leaves us all standing on the ground. Do not make black friends. Help your children become people anyone of any color or background would enjoy befriending. Raise kids who care more when Rekia Boyd is murdered, who keep Aiyana Jones in their hearts, instead of kids who try to accessorize their life with splashes of color.