Thursday, April 05, 2007

In the words of a Vietnam vet

Michael, a Vietnam vet living in High Point, has written to me in response to both of my columns that touch on Vietnam. His emails are honest, straight-forward and incredibly moving. Yesterday, he emailed to explain to me why so many Vietnam vets would participate in the counter-protest to the recent march on the Pentagon. When I asked if I could post his story here, he replied:

Sarah, you may use anything within my e-mail and you need not change the names unless you feel otherwise. Please believe me, I hold no grudges for the way Vietnam veterans were treated. It happened and it’s part of our history. I have moved on and kept only what is beneficial to me.

I truly believe that the majority of people in the anti-Iraq War movement understand that we have to continue to support our troops regardless of what we think of the war in which they are involved. But remembering the horrific way we treated the young men of the Vietnam should stand as a reminder of how we should proceed in our anti-war movement: with respect, understanding and compassion. Once we lose those, we lose our right to the high ground.

In Michael's words:

When I returned from Vietnam in November 1970, we landed at Travis Air Force Base, near San Francisco. We were hurried onto a bus and taken to a processing center to get new uniforms, travel vouchers and pay. As we left the base, I happened to notice the same wire screen over the windows I’d seen on buses in Vietnam. Over there, the screen was to stop Viet Cong grenades. In California, the screens protected us from protesters’ rocks. Sure enough, the bus I was on was hit by a couple of times as we left Travis. I remember being very nervous about flying home in my uniform. I had no more difficulty with protesters until I enrolled at High Point College in 1971.

I was taking a political science course when the terrible news came to light about the massacre at Mi Lai. Like the rest of the country, I was sickened that US troops would be involved in something like this but I wasn’t surprised. Those soldiers from the 23rd Infantry “Americal” Division had been bloodied for months patrolling the same area time and again. The VC knew they were coming and where to set the booby traps, Vietnam’s version on today’s IEDs. The poorly lead soldiers had simply had enough and a tragedy occurred. The professor, Dr. Carl Wheeless, was discussing the massacre and, knowing I was a Vietnam veteran, asked me to comment. I told the class that I certainly didn’t agree with the action but I understood it. You see, Sarah, I discovered in Vietnam that there is nothing more vicious on the face of this earth than a 19 year-old frightened and angry American with an automatic weapon. Anyway, from that point on in my college career, I was marked. There was a fellow in the classroom that was the president of the Young Democrats and that group never lost an opportunity to harass me during my two-and-a-half years there.

Many Vietnam veterans see today’s war protesters as the same group(s) that harassed us for so many years. We were called as “baby killers” and portrayed as psychopathic maniacs by Hollywood. It wasn’t until the Vietnam Veterans Memorial was unveiled in 1987 that the nation took a look at how Vietnam vets had been treated. The same people who had been reviled by us wanted to slap us on the back and say, “Sorry.” Since then, I have even been thanked for my service. Sarah, those scars run deep. Look this up: Kennedy sent troops to Vietnam in ‘61 and Johnson escalated the war. By 1968, the administration had mismanaged the war to the point they no support at home. Nixon won the election by telling America we would have “Peace with honor.” Almost overnight, the war protesters called it Nixon’s War. The Democrats committed us to war in Vietnam, then blotched the job and blamed the Republicans. It’s that simple. Scores of Vietnam veterans do no trust the Democrats and now you know why. Again, Sarah, this is my opinion.

"Free speech" at BYU

Granted, Brigham Young University isn't a state school so I can understand them having more leeway in dictating what happens on the campus, but I think this account of a protest against this administration's policies is notable in a few ways: free speech was still abridged - treated as though it's something kids do to pass the time, and tons of people turned out for a demonstration at a school that I assumed is fairly conservative. And, while two campus protests (this and the UNCG incident... which wasn't an anti-war protest specifically but implicitly) is a coincidence (three makes a trend), it makes me hopefully that this is the beginning of a significant college anti-war movement.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Arresting protesters

Many of the people who objected to my recent anti-war article cited, as proof that our civil liberties have not been threatened, my ability to protest. I'll gladly give them that we still have plenty of rights (though I prefer to defend mine before they're completely gone) but I think they should consider the following story, passed to me by a friend of our protagonist, Tim. I have opted to edit this story in two ways only: I have fixed the spelling when necessary (it's compulsive, I admit) and have removed identifying names. Otherwise, it is exactly as I received it in an email.
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Background: the events at UNCG were not in any way planned as a protest...it was really conceived by the Cakalak Thunder drum corps as a piece of street theater in which they would challenge the College Republicans, who were in the middle of a reactionary and largely unsuccessful "Morals Week" to a "beat battle", which the Republicans would of course have to forfeit since they have no marching band. Tim had no part in the planning of this event, contrary to the beliefs and accusations of the UNCG police, and was simply coming to show support and to let people know about the April 21st rally.

12:00 A supporter of Cakalak Thunder walks up to the area across the lawn from the UNCG Jackson Library and announces on a bullhorn that Cakalak is coming to lay down its "beat battle" challenge to the Republicans. He is immediately told that if he continues to use the bullhorn, he will be arrested. A substantial number of students and non-students is already gathered.

12:05 Cakalak Thunder marches up from Walker Ave. playing the drums. The police immediately step amongst them and order then to stop. They comply, though they produce a permit from the school. A chant goes up from the crowd, "Let them play! Let them play!"

12:10 Cakalak goes into an a capella version of one of their more popular cadences. About 80 supporters are in the area immediately around them.

12:15 Cakalak starts playing the drums. The crowd of supporters continues to grow. Cops try to snatch away drum sticks and bass drum mallets, and pull aside individual drummers. the beat, as they say, goes on.

12:20 Tim comes up, finds Scott, who has the WCW fliers, and the two start handing out fliers for the April 21st anti-war/pro-impeachment demonstration.

12:24 Officer G of the UNCG police tells Tim he can't hand out fliers. Tim replies, "Yes I can, and I'm not going to stop." Ofc. G repeats, "I'm telling you to stop". J, a UNCG officer in plain clothes (not sure of rank) threatens, "If you hand any more out I'll arrest you." Scott, who hasn't heard the discussion, walks over to where Tim and the officers are arguing, takes the remaining fliers from Tim to hand out and is immediately stopped by the police, who take the fliers, but then hand them back, saying that we cannot hand them out. Tim tells the officers that he is going to speak to the crowd

12:30 Tim addresses the crowd (without the bullhorn), saying that he came to support the drum corps, that he's with "World Can't Wait", but that the cops have told him that he can't hand out fliers. He talks about the demonstration on April 21st, and that Cindy Sheehan will be speaking there. Scott puts the fliers on the ground and says that if we can't hand them out, people can just take them, which several people do. The cops rush over and snatch up the remaining
fliers.

12:35 Tim is approached by a reporter from the UNCG Carolinian, and talks to her for a few minutes. At this point Cakalak, trying to keep the energy up, decide to march a circuit past the front of the library, where the College Republicans are gathered with about eight people. There are well over a hundred supporters of the drum corps and seemingly-sympathetic onlookers gathered at this point. Tim goes to follow the drummers, stops to tell officer J, pointing at him, saying, "You haven't heard the last of this. We have Constitutional rights. We'll be back, we're not going to stop exercising our rights." J replies, "Get your hand out of my face or I'll arrest you." The drums are very loud.

Tim, walking away: "Ah, fucking forget it."

J, following Tim: "What did you say?"

Tim, still walking away: "Nothing, just forget it."

J then orders Tim to get on the ground. Tim immediately complies and is handcuffed.

12:40 The drummers are made aware by another non-student supporter (also in her 60s) that Tim has been arrested. They begin heading toward the cop car where he is standing with J, hands cuffed behind him. Tim says to J, "Look, we could make this all go away right here. Just take the cuffs off. Here they come, anyway," indicating that the drummers are approaching J and Tim, still banging away on the drums. Tim is lectured about "the rules" by Officer G, who says that they have seventeen thousand students in a one-half square mile area, and that they have to keep order.

12:43 The drummers arrive where Tim and J are standing. Cakalaker Jonathan asks Tim if he wants us to be there. Tim says yes.

12:45 J walks Tim about twenty yards to another cop car, while the drummers and supporters follow. Tim is put in the car and taken away.

I'm not clear on the exact time line after this point, but Tim was first taken to the UNCG police station downtown (not the one on Tate St.) where they fill out paperwork and question him. Officer J makes the accusation that Jonathan had asked Tim if Tim wanted the drummers and supporters to "escalate", and that Tim had replied, "Yes." Both cops but especially J, talked about the main reason the "rule" against handing out any information was the problem of "littering." J made a point to talk about "African-American rap show promoters" who will bring 5000 flyers to promote a show at the coliseum, and they all wind up on the ground and "somebody has to pick them up". J becomes so angry during the questioning that he storms out of the room, slamming the door.

Tim is then transported to the Guilford County Jailhouse and booked. He is told he is charged with 2nd degree trespass and has to pay a $500 bond if he wants to get out. He asks to speak with the magistrate. He asks why he's been charged with trespassing and is told by the magistrate, "You were told to leave, and you refused," which is completely untrue. He asks why he cannot be released on his own recognizance and is told that it is because he "almost started a riot." He is released by friends who post his bail at about 3:30pm.
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Bellamy needs to get a handle on this if he wants the public to trust him and the police force.

Therapy bolsters my marriage

This column was originally published in the News & Record on April 4, 2007.

I really like my husband, Rob. I love him deeply and unabashedly, but I think the fact that I also like him is more notable. I, like many people, have been in relationships where the love has lasted much longer than the like. It seems that the memory of whatever it was about a person that sparked loving feelings in the first place is sometimes enough to keep the love going - and with it relationships that are, perhaps, less than the people involved had hoped for or deserve.

Also like most people, I have seen many marriages fall apart, sometimes for obvious reasons, like infidelity, but, more often, for reasons that fall under the generic “irreconcilable differences.” Perhaps even more upsetting, I have seen couples who stay together despite their disdain for one another, despite feeling unfulfilled and misunderstood.

I will admit that my fear of both divorce and loveless marriage has left me a little twitchy and overly cautious of the slippery slope of marital failure. Rob and I rarely argue, and our few arguments are rarely substantial, but the difficulty we have had bouncing back from arguments always set me in a tail-spin of paranoid worrying.

About six months ago, Rob and I decided to be proactive and seek the insight of a psychologist in what we thought of as “communication coaching.” Psychologists, rarely approached by happy, healthy people, seemed a little confused at my request, but one call led to another until we found ourselves in the office of Dr. Dennis McKnight.

After the first meeting, during which we gave Dr. McKnight the abridged version of our life to this point, he sent us home with the Myers-Briggs, one of the most widely used personality assessments.

Far from horoscope-esque vagaries, the Myers-Briggs, when answered honestly, pops out a four-letter abbreviation for who we are: extroverts or introverts, analytical or emotionally-driven, big picture or detail-oriented. From our four letter combinations, Dr. McKnight was able to tell us that many of our communication issues come from my need to hammer out solutions to problems immediately and aggressively, and Rob’s need for a break between acknowledging a problem and solving it, time to process and consider every angle.

Though I could have easily shaken Dr. McKnight’s hand at that moment and happily left his office forever with this one piece of essential knowledge, we instead decided to continue with our coaching to ensure that our marriage has the most solid foundation we can give it. We have entered our last few appointments unsure that there was anything left to discuss and have left with an even deeper understanding of one another and our relationship.

Counseling has gotten a bad rap over the years. Its image has been tarnished by misunderstanding and an often mistaken belief that a knowledgeable third-party has nothing useful to say about our lives. But, often, the objectivity and understanding of human behavior offered by a great psychologist can bring to light the motives and behaviors we are all too skilled at hiding from even ourselves. I suspect it is this brand of ego-free communication that Sen. David Hoyle is considering as he lobbies for voluntary premarital counseling for the courthouse-wedding faction. Having been married in Las Vegas by a minister-for-hire, this is a group to which Rob and I can truly relate.

Rob and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary last week. These days, I am less worried that we won’t make it to our 30th than that I won’t have anything new to write in the Hallmark card when we do.

Monday, April 02, 2007

The Gospel of Judas

Salon's featured interview today with Karen L. King, the religious historian who wrote Reading Judas: The Gospel of Judas and the Shaping of Christianity, brought to mind a series of conversations I had with my friend Scott. Six or seven years ago, Scott converted from the church of rock n' roll to the significantly more conservative Seventh Day Adventist church. Which would have been all well and good except his literal interpretation of the Bible led him to criticize my less-than-Christian ways... especially funny since I'm Jewish...

I was armed with all that I learned during a New Testament history class - an amazingly challenging class taught by a Duke doctoral candidate. I asked Scott things like: What about the magicians who lived during the same time as Jesus, who performed similar "miracles" but have since been forgotten? What about the many gospels that didn't make the cannon, including one (I wish I could remember the name...) that showed Jesus as an impetuous child who would kill his playmates when they angered him but would resurrect them when their parents complained? Do you not find it at all suspicious that the canonized gospels were written 50 to 150 years after Jesus died or that the gospels disagree with one another in details or that their deviation from their historical context could easily have been caused by a desire to appease the ruling class - that is, the Romans?

I'm generally not in the business of trying to debunk people's beliefs. I think religion is useful and comforting to a lot of people and I would never want to take anything away from a person that makes them feel a little better about life or a little stronger or more hopeful. But I also chafe at being held to the standards of another person's religion.

Of course, my questions did not, in any way, alter Scott's belief, though he did eventually get over the phase of judging me and has gone back to just being a friend. But that's faith - he, like more believers, believes what he believes because he believes it. The historical context of all religious texts are fascinating to me but to most people, it's a largely irrelevant setting of the story of their belief. Sometimes that is enough.

That said, tonight is Pesach, or Passover, a holiday in which Jews recall the story of Moses leading us from slavery in Egypt. The "us" is very intentional - within the ritual meal to celebrate the holiday, a story is told in which only the wicked child would dare insinuate that we are not the same Jews who were slaves all those centuries ago. Isn't religion fascinating?

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Eating their own

This is no April Fool's Day joke: one of Bush's chief campaign advisers has spoken out in opposition to his former boss. Matthew Dowd spoke to the New York Times about the seeming sincerity that initially wooed him from the Democratic party to being instrumental to both of Bush's elections. But his disappointment in Bush's many failures, including the lack of follow-through on his promise to unify America and his increasingly blatant isolationist tendencies (in terms of gaining consensus about policy) have driven him from Bush's side and perhaps even back to the democratic party.

They're on the descent down the slippery slope of losing power when they start eating their own - in public, no less.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Violent kids

I used to think that the idea that people, even kids, would ever transfer extreme violence from tv or a movie into real life was crazy - surely people understand that entertainment is fiction, containing no true consequences. But when 10-year-olds are accused of assaulting a homeless man with a concrete block, beating him so badly that he needed reconstructive surgery, I have to finally give in and believe that the American Psychiatric Association, the American Academy of Pediatrics, and the rest of the organizations listing the detrimental effects of viewing violence must be onto something.

My sister recently pointed out that even during kids shows, commercials for the news depict graphic violence, made all the more frightening for children by the fact that it's local - happening in their very city. I'm not sure what to do about the ads but I'd love some ideas.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Educated electorate

The truth of politics is probably unfortunately like electing homecoming queen where popularity is the most important factor. But what if, instead of letting the media decipher our elected representatives for us, we looked at the meat of the matter - their voting records? It's oh, so easy (just be sure to look at the synopsis of the bill - titles often don't accurately represent content):

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Fast Slow Food

In a rare but recurring series, I'm trying to note times when I eat something that could be considered Slow Food but took no time to prepare. Last night, I got home late from a class (Excel - really exciting stuff) and toasted a couple of slices of whole wheat bread from a loaf my mom made, topped them with a couple of slivers of blue cheese and ate them with slices of pear.

Granted, little of this is local but the cheese is from a small dairy so I count it, and the whole meal was light, healthful and fast.

Obama on C-Span

I never think to listen to C-Span so it was pure luck that I happened to tune in today just as Obama was speaking. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a clip of it on C-Span's Web site - too bad because he summed up the anti-war movement perfectly with his tone and approach.

Obama was speaking on an amendment that would increase funding for veteran affairs to achieve a variety of goals, particularly reducing the ratio of advocates to vets and providing better mental health care to our vets.

Apparently, the current ratio of advocates to vets is 50:1. This means that one advocate is responsible for ushering 50 vets through the red tape maze that is our government's system for "helping" vets. The discussion about Walter Reed has certainly brought to light the tremendous loads of paperwork our vets have to complete in order to receive treatment and the many hoops they have to jump through in order to locate the correct paperwork - and all of this on top of whatever maladies they suffered due to their time at war, be it post traumatic stress disorder or an amputated body part.

Walter Reed has also amplified the discussion of mental health care for vets. Anyone who has had less than stellar mental health at any point in their lives can tell you that "sucking it up" just doesn't work. While that's fine for plenty of minor physical ills, our brains are incredibly powerful and once they're out of whack, brains start to work against themselves, making the road to recovery even more difficult. And yes, I do speak from experience - I spent many years in therapy and on anti-depressants after being attacked more than 10 years ago - and this was in America, with family and friends who did everything they could to support my healing, and parents who were willing to pay out-of-pocket for all my mental healthcare needs. I can't imagine the added trauma of having to battle the system on top of needing to recover.

Obama also pointed out that though women are performing incredibly dangerous missions in Iraq (his example was driving a truck in Baghdad), their role is marginalized and therefore their post-service treatment is also marginalized. The same PTSD treatment that works for men may not work for women and yet we're treating them identically.

Obama said all this with the interjection that he hopes our Congress does its work to get us out of Iraq as soon as possible - a beautiful juxtaposition demonstrating how supporting the troops goes hand-in-hand with opposing the war.

No one's spitting on soldiers...

... at least for the reason you might think. Rob sent me this link last week and I just kept forgetting to post it, but now seems like a great time in light of the below post. Apparently, a Syracuse woman spit on a soldier and everyone got their panties in a wad thinking (understandably) that it was some Vietnam-throwback horrible anti-war gesture. But in her court statement, she said the spitting came from a more personal place. Apparently a friend of hers stationed at nearby Fort Drum was rude to her on the phone so she lashed out at the closest Fort Drum G.I. she could find...
She deserves whatever punishment 2nd degree harassment charges bring but this is one way the parallels between Vietnam and the Iraq war just don't line up.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Counter-protester piece in the N&R

I am a level-headed enough person to know a couple of things: 1) The truth most often lies in the gray areas between extremes 2) There are extremists in every movement.

That said, I can't argue that Kevin Farris' account of the March on the Pentagon was factually incorrect. It's theoretically possible that some idiot on the anti-war side yelled something as horrible as "baby killer". It is likely that another moron wrote something on his/her blog about defacing the Vietnam Wall.

But I neither witnessed any such behaviors and every mention of any member of the military, currently and in the past, was spoken with respect.

I also stood side-by-side with a man in his '60s and bemoaned the few extremist anti-war protesters who carried riot shields and confronted the police on the bridge to the Pentagon, just past the March's ending point. "That's not what this is supposed to be about," he said. Everyone else I spoke with would have said the same.

See points 1 and 2.

Roanoke's food spy

Masoud, of Zaytoon fame, was kind enough to point David Tenzer out to me when he was scouting a piece for The Roanoker. As it turns out, David is an attorney by day, food writer by weekend. When I ran into him, he was sampling his way through the Greensboro Farmers' Curb Market. It seems he found a lot to like in the Greensboro food scene - read his glowing review here.

Ed and isms

I have written a time or two about how taboo can stifle problem solving and general discourse about domestic abuse. In his column yesterday, The last taboo in politics, Ed Cone points out some more reasons why maintaining taboos stifles discourse - in this case, as they pertain to religion in politics.

While Ed makes some great points about limiting our knowledge of religions other than our own (or our own lack thereof), it was his look at atheism that really caught my eye - talk about a final frontier in politics! I'd be willing to bet that if a candidate of a religion considered fringy by much of mainstream America - a category which could include anything from Mormonism to Scientology - were pitted against an atheist, the person of religion would win.

The reason sounds silly when spelled out but mainstream America seems to believe that a person cannot have a moral guideline without one being provided by religion. I know, it's silly. To think that most of us (barring sociopaths who, by definition, have no moral compass) couldn't figure out that murder, infidelity, stealing or any of the other big 10 sins are wrong for the simple reason that they are just wrong, with no fear of supernatural punishment or even disappointment, is just silly.

Versions of the Golden Rule - do unto others as you would have done unto you - appear in virtually every major religion not because the gods of each religion had a chat and decided to share but because people throughout time and across cultures have been able to deduce that treating people with kindness and consideration is just good policy.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Reader mail

I expected some people to respond angrily to my last column, but got a special treat when Charles Davenport, Sr., who I can only assume is the father of our esteemed columnist Charles Davenport, Jr., wrote me this scathing email:

Sarah Beth,

Perhaps you should stick to baking cookies.

Google Tokyo Rose, Hanoi Jame, Ramsey Clark, Benedict Arnold and other traitors. "Demonstrating" against the troops during a time of war is called giving aid and comfort to the enemy. Treason. Back before the fatal illness of political correctness took over this nation, we had ways of dealing with traitors. Again, see Tokyo Rose.

My Country, Right or Wrong, but My Country.
Generally, I don't post reader mail but this was just too good. The apple certainly didn't fall far from the tree in that family. In fairness, my response:

Sir,

You may be willing to let a corrupt administration destroy all that makes America the greatest country in the world. You may be willing to kiss your liberties goodbye, to see our good reputation tarnished by a moral-free war, to see America go from compassionate to bully, all in the name of “My country, right or wrong.” In this, you are putting the president, a transitory figure in America’s history, above the good of the country itself; you are putting partisan, fundamentalist politics over the good of our democracy! And you call yourself a patriot?

As I said in my column, the demonstration in which I participated was led by Iraqi vets. Men and women who served our country in this farce of a war are standing up to say, “Our lives are more important than the president’s quest for oil and ongoing revenue,” and I stand with those vets. And I will march with them wherever they go.

Back before the “illness of political correctness,” we lived in a country with “separate but equal” schools for people of color, women couldn’t vote and polio was crippling our children. You may long for the good old days; I am more interested in America’s future and our progress toward the ideals our founders set forth in the Constitution.

At a time like this, with an administration as corrupt at the Bush administration, dissent is the highest of patriotic acts. In the face of this terrifying administration, your barely-veiled threat means nothing to me.

But hey, that's part of why this country rocks: he can spew his vitriol just as I do mine. Of course I believe I'm right - but I also believe it is his right to be wrong as loudly as he wants, on whatever platform he chooses.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

We, the people

This piece was first published in the News & Record on March 21, 2007 in what is the first Jones & Jones creative endeavor - Rob took the accompanying photo. For more of his photos, from the march and beyond, visit his blog, Life through the Rectangle.

For most of my life, I believed that patriotism was at best an American flag bumper sticker on a Suburban and at worst a concept people like Oliver North wrap themselves in to defend indefensible actions.

But I have watched President Bush dismantle our civil rights in the name of security and I have attempted the perplexing math in which billions of dollars are spent on the war each week though our troops have neither the equipment they need on the battleground nor the services they deserve upon their return. And I have come to realize that patriotism, at least as it applies to the United States, means being willing to defend the Constitution when those elected to do so seem more inclined to shred it.

In that way, I suppose I should thank the President for helping me understand that the rights of American citizenship are not just a privilege but also a responsibility. “We, the people” is not simply a pretty turn of phrase but a reminder that the ultimate check to the power of our three branches of government lies with you and me and our willingness to tell our elected officials, even the President, when enough is enough.

This past Saturday, my husband, Rob, and I drove through the snow as it piled on the shoulders of Virginia’s highways to join tens of thousands of protesters in saying that enough has long been enough, echoing the sentiment written on so many picket signs: I love my country but I am ashamed of my government.

We walked past the White House en route to the meeting spot at Constitution Gardens. There, a stage was constructed with the loudspeakers pointed away from the Vietnam Wall in order to maintain the solemnity of the memorial. Still, from where we stood the sounds of America were clear: reggae, Mamba, hip-hop and Vietnam-era protest songs, music that reflected the diversity of those who took to the streets chanting “This is what democracy looks like,” and “Support our troops. Bring them home.”

Also assembled were hundreds of counter-protesters, most in black bikers’ leathers, many wearing the insignia of Vietnam veterans. Rob and I marveled that a population so abused by our government would continue to defend it, even as it repeats the same mistreatment with a new generation of military men and women. The counter-protesters held signs that read “Peace through strength,” and “Al-Qaida appeasers on parade.” They took pot-shots at our patriotism without seeming to realize that each step we took toward the Pentagon was in support of the Iraqi vets and their families who led the march, as well as the many members of the military who continue to risk their lives overseas for a war we know to be founded on lies, a war that has inspired, not diminished, worldwide terrorism.

Like many of the people who drove hundreds of miles to exercise their Constitutional rights, neither Rob nor I are pacifists. But we do believe that war should be a last resort, never embarked upon lightly or with frivolity, and never, ever for the sole purpose of profit.

What does democracy look like? The Constitution held aloft by thousands of angry citizens; 12-year-olds holding signs that read “Teens for Peace”; black-hooded protesters in orange jumpsuits defending the rights of detainees they will likely never meet; Vietnam vets fighting on opposite sides of a picket line but for the same men and women of our military.

This is what democracy looks like.



Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Support our troop, the legislative version

The Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America has released its 2007 Legislative Agenda and sure enough, there's no mention of distributing yellow magnetic ribbons in the plan. No, this agenda is filled with items that would actually help our troops like a mandated mental health evaluation within 90 days of leaving combat and a new G.I. Bill so that vets can find their futures through education.

Read more about the issues and how you can help move them forward at the IAVA Web site.

This is how we can honor our troops.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Echoes of the march

Though I tried to pay as little attention to the counter-protesters as I could, one moment does continue to echo in my mind. Walking in front of us was an anti-war protester wearing army fatigues - he could easily have been a vet - I didn't ask. A counter-protester heckled him, questioning his manhood... "Do you even know what balls are?" the man said.

But it's not the insult to the protester that bothers me so much. It's that the counter-protester would say such a thing, supposedly in defense of the troops in Iraq, when medical teams on the ground in the Middle East are performing an average of two genital amputations a day on our troops. I wonder how the guys on the tragic end of that scalpel feel about being defended in such a way.

On a lighter note, Rob has posted a bunch more pictures from the march on his blog, Life Through the Rectangle.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

March on the Pentagon

The march today was inspiring and beautiful and full of the best things about America - I don't even begrudge the hundreds of counter-protesters because they were also exercising their constitutional right to gather in public in accordance to their beliefs.

I'm still wrapping my head around the event and uncertain of how to write about it - so much to say but where to begin?!? In the meantime, I'll leave you with a few pictures Rob took today (I'll post a link when he puts more up on his blog). Long live democracy!!







Thursday, March 15, 2007

"Survivor" comments

A woman with the handle "survivor" posted a comment with my December article about the murder of Rebbecca Ann Wilson; I think when a person is brave enough to tell their story, even in this anonymous forum, it's worth bringing to the front of the pack. Survivor wrote:

I never knew her rebecca either but unfortunatley, I knew del ray. about 10 years ago we were a couple for a little over a year. at first he was seemed to be a nice person we had known eachother for a long time. after a few months of dating it was like jekyl and hyde. but i thought i was in love and he was the one (i was young and stupid) i took out a restraining order on him after he beat me and tried to break into my house. he then followed me around for months going to my place of work, school and home and calling all the time and threatening me in ways i dont want to describe. i was in great fear for my life at this time. the system does not take responsiblility for crimes like this. no matter what we try to do to protect ourselves we never really feel safe. i have been watching my back b/c him for years (he didnt stop callig and following me til around 2000 or 2001)and when this terrible tragedy occured my heart broke for this girl and her family. i cant help but wonder if the cops and the judge i spoke to and his probation officer too about what a danger to society he really is (back in 1997-98) if this could have been prevented of they had just locked him up and threw away the key. they should have kept him locked up for violating the order so many time that may have saved this womans life. i wish they would wake up and pay attention to domestic violence! now that he may face execution, i feel that justice, for once, is finally being served. this happens too often to too many innocent women and it needs to stop! god bless rebecca and her children and family. i hope she can rest peacefully knowing that he wont harm any other women or the children involved. but i hope he gets the worst punishment possible for what he did. he is not a sane individual and hasnt been for many years. though i do feel sorry for his parents to a certain degree, they should have got him the help he needed a long time ago. just my opinion. i speak from personal experience (unfortunatley)

Firstly, I'd like to congratulate her for taking the handle "survivor." I think there are plenty of true victims in the world but I also think there are tons of people who choose to be victims because it is easier than the very hard work of healing and because "victim" brings its own twisted kind of attention. But even the act of thinking of oneself as a survivor is a powerful and bold move.

I'd also like to point out that Survivor's story is unfortunately common: the sweet guy turns into a monster then becomes even more erratic and violent once the abusee leaves. In my case, he started by dramatically trying to kill himself in front of me so I had to rush him to the hospital, then he gave me a black eye, then he broke into my house to kill me. The entire time this was going on, he was calling in and checking my phone messages to monitor my life.

The N&R reports that there were 79 domestic violence-related homicide in NC last year. The only good news, the sole silver lining, is that the horrible, preventable deaths have brought the topic to the foreground again and it is from there that we can work toward a solution.

I invite all survivors to tell their story, here, to your friends and coworkers, or anywhere you find a forum: there is power in telling it - power in aiding your own healing and power in keeping the topic in the spotlight in the hopes that someday, there will be no violence left to talk about.


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Toni Morrison

Toni Morrison spoke to a packed house at War Memorial Auditorium last night. Thanks to some finagling from a friend at the N&R, I got into the reception prior to the talk. I love the idea of going to meet-and-greets but always freeze up during the "greet" part... at least, ever since meeting Koko Taylor.

I know, I know: who's Koko Taylor? None other than the Queen Bee of the blues - a favorite of mine for years. She played at the Triad Blues Festival (or whatever it's called) eight or nine years ago, coincidentally when the step-mother of my then-girlfriend was on the board of the Blues Preservation Society. That's how we got backstage passes and that's how I was able to have a conversation with Koko Taylor that went something like:

Me: I think you're wonderful!
Koko: That's nice.

Granted, it was a straight-forward, no irony "that's nice" but it has been a constant reminder that there's really no point in saying anything unless I have something to say. Since then, I have bypassed opportunities to speak with elected officials, a rocker or two and even Gregory Hines shortly before he died - and now Toni Morrison...

Be that as it may, it was a wonderful event. While I'm guessing most of us were expecting a talk about her journey and process as a writer, she instead spoke about Grendel, the monster from Beowulf as a metaphor for why violence is bad, even when directed at evil. She spoke of Beowulf's slaying of Grendel and his mother, the way their blood melted the sword he used, a moment in literature that is often interpreted to mean that they were so evil even their blood was toxic. But Morrison suggested that perhaps the sword melted because killing, even killing them, is such an atrocious act.

Though Morrison offered this as a generally anti-violence message, I couldn't help but wonder how much of it was inspired by Iraq or even the beating at Guilford College, particularly after GC President Kent Chabotar gave a moving opening speech about the ongoing impact of the attack including their renewed dedication to "tolerance and diversity."

Monday, March 12, 2007

Jones Family Renion

... not to be confused with Jones Fambly Reunion... though we are vying for a spot on their next album cover...

Guess which one is our straight-edge nephew Jason...

Friday, March 09, 2007

Devolution

Prompted by science fiction and Disney Land's World of Tomorrow, we've all come to believe that what lies in store for us is a more refined society with less war, more technology and, of course, bubble gum that tastes like anything you want.

Idiocracy offers an alternative view... Rob swears this was in the theaters briefly and he's probably right - he usually is about this kind of stuff - but I certainly don't remember it. While we tend to think of natural selection favoring the strongest, most able elements of a species, it truly is only guided by the species members who are most able to procreate... which once were the most fit and able...

Mike Judge, of Office Space (and, yes, Beavis and Butt-head) fame directed Idiocracy, and imagines an unfortunately possible future scenario where natural selection bites us in the ass; where smart people have been so cautious in reproducing and thoughtless people have reproduced so... ah... promiscuously, that in 500 years there is actually a dramatic devolution - the median IQ has sunk so low that people don't know how to get rid of the mounds of waste they create; they kill crops by watering them with a sports drink because the manufacturer bought the regulatory agencies. It's one of those hilarious movies that made me a little sick to my stomach even as I was laughing.

The ACLU imagines an even more immediate slide down the slipper slope this administration has created. This video shows a pizza delivery order taking place only a few years down the road, where data integration has gone from being useful to being terrifying.

All I'm saying is that it'll be a lot easier to protect our country and our civil liberties if we take up the fight before they're gone.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Gender parity in the boardroom

In the course of doing research for my job at Lede PR, I often stumble across interesting Web sites or statistics which I then email to myself to peruse later... which of course means they drift to the bottom of my inbox...

Much like this statistic from HR.BLR.com, a human resources best practices/info site. According to them, if progress (if that's even the right word at this snail's pace) continues at its current rate, it could take nearly half a century for women to reach parity with men as corporate officers at Fortune 500 companies.

The study found that women held 15.6 percent of Fortune 500 corporate officer positions, down from 16.4 percent in 2005. The number of companies with three or more women corporate officers also decreased.
Progress?


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

In good company: empowered businesswomen

This piece was originally published in the News & Record on March 7, 2007.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

It’s not often that the proceedings of a business meeting cause me to fight tears unrelated to boredom but during a trip to Washington, D.C. to attend the National Association of Women Business Owners’ Public Policy Days conference last week, I found myself doing just that.

On the podium stood D.C. Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton; she arrived a few minutes late due to the snow that continued to fall upon those who tried to out-shovel it, taking her place at the microphone with an understated confidence and casually-held cup of coffee. Surrounding me sat nearly 200 women business owners representing industries from trucking to cosmetics, accounting to IT - women who had to ask their fathers or husbands to cosign their first business loans in the years before equal opportunity lending, and women like me who have always taken for granted the theme of the conference: Women Mean Business.

Please ignore the trite cuteness that comes part and parcel with such word play; though conference attendees inhabited every point on the scale from tom boy to girly girl, there was neither a trite nor a cute woman in the room. Nor were there sessions on accessorizing for the board room or easy weeknight dinners.

Truly, Congresswoman Holmes Norton’s tone, lacking the pretense and plume-presenting that characterizes much of the business world, proved to be the rule rather than the exception as women respectfully but forcefully questioned Jovita Carranza, deputy administrator of the Small Business Administration; as we discussed the economic – and human – consequences of U.S. immigration policies with Eliseo Medina, executive vice president of the Service Employees International Union; and as we considered the political futures of ourselves and our sisters in business while a panel of speakers addressed the building blocks for campaigning.

The national membership of NAWBO, well-represented by the Winston-Salem/Greensboro chapter, is comprised of women who do, indeed, mean business – on our own terms and with a firm understanding that no amount of financial success can replace integrity. Of course it is about the bottom-line, but it is also about laying the groundwork for the next generation of women business owners and creating a better world for ourselves, our colleagues and our employees in the meantime – the human capital without which entrepreneurship would not be worth risking.

As I sat amid these women, I was reminded that our success is foremost dictated by our willingness to boldly and confidently pursue our goals. The tears that I fought were borne of pride in being surrounded by - and being part of - empowered, world-changing, economy-boosting women, in the capitol of a county with limitless potential.

Tamara McLendon, my local NAWBO sister (a descriptor that doesn’t begin to explain the depth of our camaraderie), and I left the conference the first night after dark, the snow piled into slushy dunes by the sides of the roads, uncertain of how to return to the family home in which we stayed. Turning a corner, we found ourselves driving along Arlington Cemetery, the symmetrical rows of headstones bleached like the snow. One needn’t read a single headstone to be reminded that our capitalistic democracy is less expensive in dollars and cents than in the lives of those who protected it – and that this isn’t a capital that should be spent frivolously.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Scanning intention

Scientists in Germany are using MRI to locate the electrical patterns in the brain that indicate a person's intention even before they perform a given action. Has a creepy air of Minority Report (incidentally the last movie I have and will see with Tom Cruise), doesn't it?

I suppose the potential to corrupt and misuse information is present in most innovation but it's nice to know that psychology and psychiatry (I assume this is also, or particularly, true in Germany) follows strict ethical guidelines in pursuing knowledge... which isn't to say if these scientists achieve their goal, someone, even our fearsome leader, wouldn't misuse the end product...

Maybe it's like Nirvana said: Just because you're paranoid, don't mean they're not after you...

Monday, March 05, 2007

Drugged cattle

The Washington Post reported yesterday that despite warnings from health groups, including the American Medical Association, and the FDA's own advisers, the FDA is likely moving forward with approving a new antibiotic for cattle, cefquinome. Currently, cefquinome is a last defense drug used on humans for whom most other resources have been spent.

According to new FDA guidelines, the risks of using such a potent drug in the animals humans will eventually eat have been documented and deemed not alarming enough in the FDA document "Guidance for Industry #152." Of course, the key phrase is "not alarming enough," meaning it has yet to be proven to cause mortality among humans. Forget about the fact that cefquinome is almost certain to encourage the development of supermicrobes, which will, in turn, send scientists scrambling for an even more powerful antibiotic. Meanwhile, people are eating what they've been assured is safe...

I can't encourage you enough to read Michael Pollan's smash success, The Omnivore's Dilemma. While most of the information can be gathered elsewhere, his approach is readable, fair and leaves few questions unanswered.

But until then, let me spoil a plot point: we have created the system that necessitates drugging our meat animals. The vast majority of the beef we eat, from the tiny percentage of fast food burgers that are actually beef to the steaks shrink wrapped at the grocery store, were animals raised in CAFOs or Confined Animal Feeding Operations. Though I have never had the displeasure of visiting a CAFO, the descriptions I have read lead me to believe that they are even more horrific than the name implies. Tens of thousands of animals crammed together, standing in their own waste, fed corn, animal byproducts and other substances that are totally foreign to their digestive systems. In a nutshell, these living slabs of entree are raised in a way that minimizes the effectiveness of their immune systems while cramming them so closely together that any disease can travel effectively.

The slaughter itself compounds the problems and though I won't spoil your breakfast with a description, trust me when I say that it is amazing we don't get food-borne illness every single time we eat conventional meat.

Of course, we could thank the antibiotics lacing every scoop of feed for our happy eating. Or we could patronize small farms and ranches all over the country who raise animals in such a way that antibiotics are never needed. By feeding cows according to their natural biology, i.e. grass, their immune systems are maximized and (this part is really cool) the fat more closely resembles the great fat found in fish: packed with Omega 3s. The beef-fat doctors warn us away from is yet another unfortunate side effect of feeding cows corn and other products their bodies don't know how to digest.

Moreover, cows fed grass, even if for only a week before slaughter, have been show to carry dramatically fewer microbes causing food-borne illness like e-coli. Of course, farms and ranches that go to the trouble to feed their cows grass throughout their lives and give them an appropriate amount of space to graze, roam and do whatever cows do when they're off the clock, are the same people who are finding small slaughterhouses to ensure that the same amount of care goes into their slaughter as went into their growth.

So, we can fix the antibiotic problem by continuously developing more powerful drugs with even more nebulous side effects, or we can fix the problem by spending a little more money on our meat to vote for better practices in farming and ranching.

As an interesting side note, when I began reading about the horrors of cattle feed and CAFOs, I asked our local beef rancher if their cows were grass-fed. She said that though their cows were fed grass for the majority of their lives, they had to finish them on corn because consumers have grown so accustomed to the muted beef flavors of corn-fed beef that the natural flavor was a turn-off.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Beets with Yogurt

Understandably, the farmers' market tends to taper off through the winter with a reduced showing of both vendors and patrons. But this winter has been an exception; the market never had the ghost town feel of winters past. In fact, today there were enough patrons that we parked on the street, something that's usually completely unnecessary from December through late March or April.

Optimists like me see full aisles at the market as a sign that people are thinking more about what kind of food they choose to consume and to what part of the economy they'd like for their money to support.

Eating from the market doesn't have to involve strenuous preparation. One of my favorite new dishes is from one of my favorite new cookbooks, Arabesque. It's not a good beginners cookbook - the recipes assume a certain level of comfort in the kitchen. But if you pick it up and have prep questions, feel free to send me an email or post a comment.

On this recipe, the roasting takes time but the rest of the work is relatively quick and simple - you could easily store the yogurt and prepped, dressed beets separately and eat the dish throughout the week.

Beets with Yogurt

2 lb beets, scrubbed and stems trimmed to 1/4 inch
2 clove garlic; crushed
2 cup Greek-style yogurt; strained (Some grocery stores carry this now - it's less tangy than traditional yogurt but any kind will do).
2 tablespoon lemon juice (fresh is best)
2 tablespoon olive oil
1/4 cup parsley; chopped

Preheat oven to 400.

Put scrubbed beets in foil packet and roast until tender, one to three hours depending on size.

When cool enough to handle and wearing gloves (unless you love having pink hands), rub beets with a paper towel to remove the peel, then slice into 1/2 inch-thick rounds or half-moons.

Beat garlic into yogurt and spread on serving plate. Top with beets. Beat
together juice, oil and a little salt and drizzle on top. Sprinkle with
parsley.

**For a Lebanese variation, beat 1 1/2 Tb tahini into yogurt.

Yield: 8 servings

Friday, March 02, 2007

The week in review

Though I intended to blog the NAWBO Public Policy Conference, the three day passed as though hours and I'm still wrapping my head around all that I learned... Though I don't think of myself as an easily star-struck person, I had a couple of moments of status-related heart fluttering, first as I listened to Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton (DC) who was straight-forward, casual but commanding, inspiring. The second was with Eliseo Medina, executive vice president of the Service Employees International Union - he spoke on immigration including ideas for how to incentivize legal immigration and I tried really hard to look like a big kid when I went to speak with him after his presentation.

Despite being awed by the company, the most important take-away from the event was an feeling of transparency as it relates to our elected officials. While last week they felt far away and inaccessible, I now feel as though calling and requesting an appointment is not only acceptable but well within my reach. One political consultant (a woman who works exclusively with woman candidates out of a belief that the political structure should match the population: 52% women) suggested making ourselves useful to politicians, a la "If you ever need the insight of a woman entrepreneur..."

Of course, I will post as I test these theories of accessibility and there will be a little more about the event in my column next Wednesday. Meanwhile, thanks for continuing to tune in!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Marriage of convenience in China

A piece this morning from the Washington Post talks of young Chinese gays and lesbians entering into marriages of convenience in order to please their parents by conforming to the status quo... I can't imagine how rough it must be to have to create and maintain an imaginary life because family pressure is so intense.

Stick with me - I'm going to take a detour but it all ties back in together: A quick look at Guilford County rates of HIV/AIDS infection will show you that black men are currently the highest risk group, by which I mean that the infection rate is growing more rapidly for black men than any other group. You would also see that while many of them contracted the virus through hetero- and homosexual contact, there's a huge percentage under the category of "risk not specified."

I asked a woman at the Guilford County Health Department about that late last year and she said that the stigma around homosexuality in the black community is so intense, that many men will say they don't know their risky activities and/or will say they are hetero then later admit to having sex with men. Maybe it's along the lines of the (maybe defunct - I researched this five years ago) belief held by some Latin American countries that only the bottom is gay.

Either way, these men seem to feel that they can't admit their homosexual desires because they feel intense pressure to conform... like the Chinese in marriages of convenience(see, it all comes full circle).

It seems to me that the fear surrounding gay men, in America at least, comes in great part from some socially ingrained discomfort with the gay sex act itself (though I'm guessing one can find people spending millions on male on female anal porn in dirty bookstores and Web sites across America) and with the GLBT community as a whole because we have a tendency to fear what we don't know.

When Rob and I were in our maybe-friends/maybe-dating phase, I took him to a party a friend of mine was throwing in which there were 40 or more gay men, a handful of lesbians and us. I didn't know Rob all that well at the time and was a little nervous about taking a straight guy to such a soirée. Of course, one of my friends gave him a hug that lasting quite a bit longer than the average hetero guy hug, probably as a little test, and Rob was neither uncomfortable nor did he somehow catch a gay germ and start liking guys.

It seems silly to have to say that but given the tv shows and commercials that show straight men becoming physically ill upon contact with anything even vaguely homosexual, it apparently bears saying. Regardless of what Haggard and the rest of the "formerly gay" say, people are born with their sexual orientation - unfortunately, stigma still forces some people to deny and repress their natural attractions.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Writing thank-you notes to Congress

I just penned a letter I never imagined I would write: a thank you note to Howard Coble. I write Howie all the time to complain so it only seemed fair to write and thank him for voting in support of the non-binding resolution on Iraq. I considered sending a $5 check with my note - meant to be a statement about how money-driven DC is but also kind of funny and kind of a jab since it's only $5... but with all the campaign finance laws, it was bound to cause more trouble than it was worth.

By the way, Walter Jones was the only other NC Republicans who broke party line to vote with their conscience. Way to go Walt!

I'm heading to DC this weekend as a representative of our local chapter of the National Association of Women Business Owners, along with my friend/colleague/employer Tamara McLendon. NAWBO has teased us with offers to set up meetings with our representatives but as of yet, we're not sure who... what we are sure of is that small business issues will be only a piece of the conversation.

Barring the Internet closing for the weekend, I'll blog along the way.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The government needs a calculator

In my ongoing inability to say no to any odd job offer I get, I spent a little time recently researching statistics for The Business Journal. I took a spin by the Department of Commerce Web site where I ended up on the commercial service site, BuyUSA. And that was where I found this gem of a stat:

Of minority-owned businesses, 39.5 percent were Hispanic-owned, 30.0 percent Asian-owned, 27.1 percent Black-owned, and 6.5 percent American Indian-owned.


Sadly, I just skimmed it and missed that it adds up to 103.1 percent. Yup.

On the upside, my blunder was overshadowed by the fact that our government missed it too.

Schools cope with 'forced mediocrity'

This piece was originally published in the News & Record on February 21, 2007.

After an early childhood of private schooling, I entered public school in fifth grade at Bluford Elementary which, coincidentally, was the single year Mark Moore taught what was then called the AG, or academically gifted, program there.

While I learned many facts and figures from Mr. Moore, the most important lessons I learned were related to critical thinking, a skill that, according to a recent survey, is in short supply.

The survey was conducted over the course of 2006 by an alliance of business research and advocacy groups who set out to discover the skill set corporate America values in new hires and whether American students possess those skills. Four hundred American employers responded that while basic skills, such as reading, writing and math, are essential for job readiness, applied skills, such as critical thinking, are vastly more important.

Unfortunately, 69.9 percent of employer respondents said recent high school graduates lack applied skills, statistics made all the more alarming by the fact that these are among the first students to graduate under No Child Left Behind. According to the NCLB Web site, the program was enacted in order to, “ensure that all children receive a high quality education so that no child is left behind.”

Perhaps it’s mincing words, but if the majority of American high school students are ill prepared for jobs with earnings growth potential, are we keeping some children from being “left behind” by lowering the educational standards for all?

Though it has been nearly two decades since I lucked into Mr. Moore’s class, he was more than willing to shed some light on this tricky issue.

“Something had to be done,” Mr. Moore said recently, citing the all-to-common occurrence of valueless materials in pre-NCLB classrooms. “But it’s almost like they saw a mosquito on the wall; here’s a flyswatter and here’s a Howitzer cannon. Let’s use the Howitzer and let’s just destroy the wall.”

Every parent of a school-aged child has seen what replaced the wall: exam-lead lesson plans covering math and English almost exclusively and testing during which educators around the country have reported kids vomiting from stress.

“Don’t get me wrong,” said Mr. Moore, “kids need reading and math. But you’ve got to throw something else in there to make them want to do it.”

In my fifth grade class, “something else” included lessons on earth science coupled with environmental activism, physics with model rockets, world history with my first understanding of the word “irony” (a la destroying a village to save it). I left fifth grade with the tools for critical thinking and an unquenchable thirst for learning.

Perhaps proponents of NCLB believe that students can find their own way to critical thinking so long as public education leaves them proficient in the “three R’s”. Unfortunately, 42.2 percent of employers surveyed said that high school graduates were deficient in even these NCLB-intensive areas.

Meanwhile, private schools, unbeholden to the funding-cut threats of NCLB, continue to provide their students with-rounded educations. Is it so outlandish to imagine a future in which these educational disparities become earning disparities? Is it alarmist to suggest that kids educated under NCLB would see education as a source of valueless stress and therefore settle for a high school diploma?

Mr. Moore refers to education under NCLB as “forced mediocrity,” in which test scores are more important that true comprehension, challenging advanced students or captivating poorer students. Meanwhile, the opportunity to not only to prepare students for a working adulthood but also to instill in them a love of learning is passing us by.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Del Ray Wilson, Jr.

The N&R reported this morning that Del Ray Wilson, Jr. was charged with first degree murder for the shooting death of his estranged wife, Rebecca Ann on December 17th. Is there really an appropriate reaction to this? I'm glad he'll be held responsible but I'm sure that's little salve on the wounds of Rebecca Ann's family, especially her children.

Meanwhile, I've read about at least two more women who have been killed since then, allegedly by their spouses. Something's got to give.

Walter Reed Army Medical Center

Because of the advances in both combat medicine and the little bit of equipment soldiers have, this war is seeing more amputations and brain injuries than ever before - in previous wars, those soldiers would have died... making the fact that they're alive the good news.

It's no secret that Bush's dedication to the troops is only speech-deep - that's the bad, though not surprising, news. Literally adding insult to injury, these horribly wounded men and women are being neglected at Walter Reed Medical Center where mold, cockroaches, missing paperwork (and therefore the opportunity to deny services to a vet) and tons of bureaucratic bullshit are part of the status quo. Read the linked piece - it'll make you sick to your stomach.

Remind me again how this is supporting our soldiers?

Yet again: the only way to support our soldiers is to oppose the war.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Orange Goat Cheese-Stuffed Dates

As some of you may know, my life revolves heavily around food (sometimes more literally than I'd like). My first business (I get to say that now that I have a second business) was a personal chef service. I loved cooking for people... until I didn't, and now I focus my enthusiastic home cookery (not to be confused with gourmet - I assure you, it is not) within my home.

My food philosophy is by and large Slow Food which is beautiful both in its activism and hedonism. I want to eat really wonderful food that's good for me and that leaves the smallest possible environmental footprint - that's why I occasionally ramble about farmers' markets which easily achieve all those thing: fresh food, minimally processed (just whatever you do to prepare it at home), grown roughly 40 miles from where it was purchased, putting money in the pockets of local farmers.

I will admit that the picking are slim at the market these days but there is great food to be had: sweet potatoes, cabbage, dark greens, hydroponic lettuce and basil and Goat Lady Dairy is even back, selling a small selection of chevre and their cow's milk Gouda, the scrumptious Jersey Girl. Oh, and eggs, Middle Eastern food (from the chefs of Zaytoon), bread, sweets, including the incomparable Alita's Southern Cakes, and flowers. Just to name some...

Which brings me to perhaps the most important part of this post: the recipe. Solaris sells an amazing bacon-wrapped date tapa (sorry, mom) which inspired me for a snack/dessert - orange goat cheese-stuffed dates. (Goat Lady Dairy goat cheese is, of course, best but you could always stir a little orange marmalade into some plain chevre.)

These are really rich so you only need two or three dates per person. Slice them lengthwise until you hit the seed - leave the other side intact. Once cut, you can pick the seed right out along with any remaining stem, if there is any. They're fibrous on the inside - don't sweat it. Spoon a little orange goat cheese into each date - 1/8 - 1/4 teaspoon - and smush the date back together. If you heat them, say in a saute pan, they would get melty which would be even more decadent but I haven't actually tried that yet... That's it - eat up.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Impromptu Ninja Fight

Just because it's fun to laugh, especially on Valentine's Day... and because witnessing - or being in - and impromptu ninja fight sounds unbelievably fun.

Restoring the Constitution Act of 2007

It's not often these days that a new story gets me all misty-eyed in a good way - but Senator Christopher Dodd (Conn) has me pulling my hankie out for joy.

The Restoring the Constitution Act of 2007 would counteract many of the shameful distortions of the Constitution put into place by the Military Commissions Act of 2006. As you may remember, the Military Commissions Act gives the President open authority to decide who is considered an enemy combatant and therefore stripped of all rights, including habeas corpus which says those charged with a crime have the right to their day in court so it can be determined whether or not they are be imprisoned justly.

Habeas corpus is only there to make sure individual civil liberties are not trampled in the name of, say, protecting our country or the whim of our President. No biggie.

So a big Valentine's cheer for Senator Dodd - I most likely won't vote for him for President but I sure will give him a big thumbs up!

Valentine's Day

My mom, in her usual precious way, sent Rob and me a Valentine's card in which she wrote:

Happy Valentine's Day to two very special people and one very special couple.


She always knows what to say. I hope someone says something equally sweet to you today - and if they don't, post a comment and I'll come up with some good Valentine's cheer!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Family detention centers

I was writing my silly little post below when I noticed a headline on one of my news feeds about families, including young children, being held in prisons on immigration charges.

It seems that the old method of releasing illegal immigrants between arrest and court was leading to too many missed court dates. So to prevent running, our government decided to imprison families. I mean, you can't just leave the kids alone in the apartment.

One such detention facility is a converted retirement home - more like a locked motel than a prison. But another one, the T. Don Hutto Family Residential Center in Texas, was, in fact, formerly a prison. Despite the extensive renovations agency officials claim to have made, illegal immigrants, again including children, are held in cells, the kinds with the toilets sitting in the corner, wearing scrubs-like uniforms and with severely limited amounts of recreational time and space. Children, from infants to teens, are allowed an hour of play time and an hour of English instruction a day. One pregnant Palestinian woman was denied Halal food and prenatal vitamins; she eventually stopped going to prenatal appointments because her five-hour absence (thanks to a 4-hour round trip drive) upset her children so much.

I understand that these people were behaving in an illegal manner and that they should neither go unnoticed or unpunished, but these people, the majority of whom came to America for the understandable desire of giving their children a better life than they had, are being treated like dangerous criminals. I cannot begin to imagine the work it will take for those imprisoned children to recover from this kind of emotional damage.

Meanwhile, Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff said he plans to open more such prisons.

Maybe there were no good old days. Our country's history is studded with tragedy: slavery, genocide of the indigenous people, WWII internment camps. But we have advanced enough now to be ashamed of those tragedies - we know better, and yet we're imprisoning children?

The good old days that I long for is truly an ideal, what America could be if people stopped trying to bastardize the Constitution for their own personal gain. Yes, right now "people" is short-hand for President Bush but there have often been leaders and citizens who twisted the words to fit the situation - otherwise slavery could have never existed here.

The family prisons are not the disease but another symptom - along with budget cuts to veteran services, the Scooter Libby trial, pre-war lies and warrentless wire tapping. The disease is this administration.

This is not okay.

Influential fiction

You may have noticed that I recently added news feed and a "Now Reading" list to my sidebar -->
And if you've noticed that, you may have noticed that one of the books I'm currently reading is The 101 Most Influential People who Never Lived.

This is one of those great books in which each fictional person is explained in a 2 - 3 page essay, making it the perfect book to pick up right before bed or in any free 5 minute span. The essays tend to be cutesy but also have interesting tidbits about the origin and/or influence of the character, legend, monster, etc being described. It's filled in some gaps for me about names that I've heard but knew little about - or knew the gist but not the history. All in all, a good enough read that I've been recommending it...

Sadly, the essay I just read about Buck from Jack London's The Call of the Wild, presented a sad turn in the book. Taking cute to an unfortunate low, the authors opted to write the essay as though it were a conversation with one of the authors' dog who not only read the book but could relate its story to the greater overarching sociological message.

And while I have occasionally been accused of anthropomorphizing my own dogs, I don't believe their take on literature is well-reasoned enough to pass on to my readers. Just a thought for authors Karlan, Lazar and Salter.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Wiesel and a big kid word

You know, as sailor-like as my casual vocab can be, I try to refrain from anything too shocking here... but sometimes only big kid words will do.

When Elie Wiesel is accosted by a Holocaust denier who probably wasn't a smutty thought on his daddy's mind when WWII took place, it's just such a time: What the fuck?

Friday, February 09, 2007

Obama - is this guy for real?

There are a bunch of "clean" and "articulate" people revving their engines at the start line of the coming presidential race. As much as I would like to see a woman in the Oval Office, there aren't enough showers or crisp dipthongs to make me support the poll-watching weasel that is our female front runner.

And while every day brings a new opportunity for good investigative journalism to turn up something I don't like about Obama, so far I really like what I'm seeing. I have been chided before for placing my hopes in what seem like pipe dreams but I, like most people (whether you admit it or not) am addicted to hope. I like to believe that Obama is speaking with all earnestness when he says,
If I think that the campaign is all about me, then I am going to lose. What I want is a campaign to be a vehicle for people to get involved, use their talents, feel connected to something larger than themselves."
He's Jimmy Carter, inviting the public into the campaign and, if all goes as planned, into the West Wing. But he has JFK's charisma and charm. The true test will be who he emulates in leadership... and while a few names come to mind - Clinton and his fiscal responsibility and global relations, Lincoln and his willingness to hear dissenting voices - my true hope is that Obama will remain as fresh and innovative if elected as he has seemed thus far.

When Obama asks:
Is the country ready for a conversation that doesn't presume that the other side are bad people and doesn't presume that everybody has got all the answers and doesn't expect its leaders to be perfect, but rather applies a certain practical, common-sense attitude?"
I want to believe that he truly is invested in the answer and in being the person to engage the country in that conversation.

Monday, February 05, 2007

AIDS in the black community

Back in December, I spoke with a woman at the Guilford County Health Department. She's worked in AIDS education, prevention and services for years. Many of her concerns were echoed in Leonard Pitts' column today - and the dreaded taboo strikes again, this time the taboo of homosexuality and drug use - the first a matter of image and social norms, the second of legality. No matter the reason for the taboo, though - the result is the same: incomplete data and increased complexity in identifying risk for education and treatment.

The hope on the horizon: even while Pitts largely sees apathy in the black community, Greensboro's Winter Walk for AIDS 2006 was filled with young black men and women, from high school to college and beyond - the future of AIDS research, education and treatment.

Ban would be good medicine for Greensboro

This column was originally published in the News & Record on February 4, 2007.

In a place like Greensboro, where one’s preference in barbecue is a statement of their personhood and fried chicken is a way of life, it seems unlikely that a trans fat ban similar to the one recently enacted in New York City would come to pass. But perhaps because of our penchant for these fatty Southern delights, North Carolina is among the states with the highest rates of obesity, diabetes and other obesity-related health problems.

Even as I rail against one more regulation dictating what I can eat, I can’t help but applaud New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s latest forward-thinking initiative, as it’s sure to have health benefits that continue to present and grow as time passes.

Though trans fats have only made headlines recently, companies like the makers of Crisco have been pumping hydrogen into oil to increase shelf-life and reduce cost for more than a century. These partially-hydrogenated oils, found in everything from restaurant fryers to baked goods to breakfast cereals, are what infuse so many foods with trans fat. Truly, other than the most vigilant of eaters, it is unlikely that any of us go a single day without consuming trans fat in one of its many forms.

Like saturated fats, trans fats have been shown to raise LDL levels – the so-called bad cholesterol. But it also goes the extra mile beyond saturated fats by lowering HDL levels – the so-called good cholesterol. Trans fats have been definitively linked to coronary heart disease and preliminarily linked to diabetes, colon cancer, infertility and more. Subsequently, no one is arguing any benefits of trans fats… at least for the consumer.

For food producers, trans fats in the form of hydrogenated oils are essential to business. While a 50 gallon container of partially-hydrogenated fat will run a restaurant roughly $15, the same amount of olive oil - which is mostly monounsaturated and therefore generally believed to be healthier - costs about $50.

As Rick Bissoondutt, owner of New York Deli and Pastry in Greensboro, said, “Obviously, what’s going to happen is increasing the price for consumers.”

In an industry in which survival requires the perfect balance of product quality, price, location and good luck, increased prices to offset increased costs could tip the scales toward untimely closing, particularly for privately-owned restaurants.

Bissoondutt bluntly said, “I can’t afford to buy a 50 gallon container of olive oil to fry our chicken and French fries.”

Those who oppose the trans fat ban, however, are more likely to cite infringements on their civil rights than the state of small business. After all, the New York smoking ban, enacted in 2003, saved non-smokers from the well-documented dangers of second-hand smoke. But trans fats hurt no one but the people who chose to consume them, meaning that Mayor Bloomberg has made it his business to protect people from themselves.

Restaurant owner Masoud Awartani argues that people need a little protecting from themselves. “It is an excellent idea to outlaw [trans fat] because people don’t know better.”

Awartani is in the catbird seat should the trans fat ban work its way south to our fair city. Zaytoon, the Mediterranean café Awartani owns with his wife, Anna, was founded on their strict ethical guidelines, utilizing whole foods, healthful fats and organic products when possible. Though far from the top-grossing restaurant in Greensboro, Zaytoon is an example of how independently-owned restaurants can be profitable without trans fat.

As a devoted foodie and former personal chef, my innumerable conversations with people about food suggest that Awartani is right in calling the trans fat ban “an educational issue”: People know the buzz words but they don’t understand the full implications of the health effects or all of the products in which these harmful fats hide.

Unfortunately, educating the masses is not as simple as wrapping city busses with a catchy slogan. Consumers are weary of conflicting nutritional information and their uncertainty – are eggs healthy this week or harmful? – makes them wary of any new finding to come down the pike. Piled on top of the apathy borne of distrust is the expense of eating healthfully. At a time when the Brookings Institution includes the three county region surrounding Greensboro in its listing of the 10 U.S. regions with the most suburban poverty, it is significant that a family can share two boxes of macaroni and cheese for just over $2 while a healthier meal, for example, a roasted chicken with broccoli and rice on the side, would easily cost four times as much.

It seems that the ban-or-not-to-ban debate comes down to the physical health of consumers versus the economic viability of both consumers and small food businesses. While no one wants a governmental finger in their Crisco-laden pie, part of the government’s job is to protect us, be it from terrorism, drunk drivers or even our own ignorance. That said, I don’t like the ban but I tend to think it’s necessary for the ongoing health of our county.

Fortunately for those of us outside of Mayor Bloomberg’s domain, the trans fat ban will no doubt send New York restaurants and food producers scrambling for a cost effective trans fat replacement. With any luck, those replacements will be in place should Greensboro eventually enact a ban, allowing us to have our New York Deli cheesecake and eat it too.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Florida storm

I was sitting with my mother-in-law when footage of Florida came on this morning. Houses with their roofs ripped off were among the happiest of the images. Fortunately, this isn't a Katrina-sized disaster, but coming on the heels of reports that, thanks to the war in Iraq, dwindling National Guard supplies are "seriously hampering the ability of citizen soldiers to respond to natural disasters and other emergencies at home," it is a brutal reminder of how badly this president has deteriorated the safety of our nation.

Perhaps that explains the state's use of "
30 low-risk jail inmates" to help in clean-up.

I'm not sure if Bush truly has complete disregard for anyone but himself and his inner sanctum of twisted rich guys, or if he's an idiot or if somewhere deep down he hates this country because his daddy loved the country more than him.

Not that they're mutually exclusive.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Doppleganger

Rob and I were eating at the best sushi joint in the 'boro, Wasabi, tonight, when a waitress asked where my mom and brother were. Apparently I eat there with them all the time, despite the fact that I can't remember a single instance of eating dinner at a restaurant with just my mom and any of my brothers.

This is easily the fourth time someone has been positive they know me. The first time was a waitress at Solaris who I later became friends with. She blew me a kiss from 20 feet away then was mortified to realize I was not the person she thought I was.

So this is my call to action - my picture is right over there ----> If you know anyone who looks exactly like me in Greensboro, please ask her to email (HeyYou@SarahBethJones.com) me - I'm dying to meet this chick!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

As though Bush has room to criticize

An Associated Press piece in the N&R today said that Bush disapproves of the lavish paychecks and severance packages given to some CEOs these days. Do you think he's mostly mad that he's not getting a cut? Last time I checked, this entire war was one big, gross, disgusting payday for contractors on Bush's payroll.

Let's see... We're spending approximately $195,000,000 per day (No, I didn't forget a decimal point), civilians are buying Kevlar for family members in the military because the army is not supplying proper equipment (claiming the expense is too great) and we sure as hell aren't going to be able to properly equip 21,500 additional soldiers when currently deployed battalions have had to resort to "hillbilly armor" because the standard-issue Humvees and tanks couldn't withstand IED blasts. Gee, I wonder where the money is going?

Certainly not to veteran health care or housing...

On the upside, at least Bush is a raving, juvenile rodeo clown (no offense to any rodeo clowns who may be reading). Maybe he intends to protect our freedoms by amusing our enemies.

March on Washington pic

My attempts to imbed this picture failed, sadly, so you'll have to go to the extra effort to click though and see a great protest sign held by Sigrid, the mother of my friend/employer/colleague, Tamara. Sigrid also has a great blog that showcases her many artistic talents and uniquely witty political commentary: The Dabbler.