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Last week George W. Bush declared that a timetable would be set for American troop withdrawal from Iraq. Assuming that this isn’t another yoyo designed to spin American approval (quite a bit can change between now and 2011), it is time to overview this era in our political history.

 

One of the most subjective parts of the historian’s task is determining where and when to begin the telling. Any integral telling of this particular story has to begin with the end of World War I. This was when the allied forces arbitrarily drew lines on a map to determine the borders of the Middle East. The political geography of Iraq was drawn without respect for, or cognizance of, regional sects or tribal conflicts.

 

But let’s not begin there. The fact that “we” didn’t understand then that such ignorance might exacerbate regional conflicts and eventually create a ruling class is important to stretch our canvas. But what is even more important for this story is the fact that, 70 years later, we were just as ignorant.

 

In the wake of the September 11th attacks, our collectively blissful ignorance was exposed in several embarrassing ways. The overwhelming sentiment in America was shock. The shock was voiced in a general question, “Why would anybody want to do this to us?” Most Americans had no idea how America was perceived beyond our borders. We gave very little thought to how our media might look from other worldviews. We had no idea how our national consumption impacted the global economy—or we didn’t care. Further still, we had no real interest in the treacherous actions of our arms dealers (or the dominion-building of the CIA) in support of dictatorships.

 

Worst of all, we had an embarrassing ignorance about the differences between categories such as Arab, Muslim, Sikh and terrorist. For a good long while (bleeding into the now) we had a general association between ethnic head-coverings and jihad. The fact that Americans were so easily persuaded to lump Osama bin Laden and Iraq together along a common “Axis of Evil” demonstrates both our ignorance and our culpability. The Second American-Iraqi war was an extension of 9/11 vengeance. The fact that there was no tangible relationship between this and that hardly mattered to most Americans.

 

So let’s be completely honest with each other. Whatever condemnation we may lay at the feet of our leaders has dirtied the feet of us all. This should not be underemphasized as I move to specific details and personalities. On the other hand, it would be insincere not to point out the monstrous transgressions committed by specific interests and personalities.

 

The number of people once but no longer employed by the Bush administration now outnumbers the number of people currently on the payroll. Almost a dozen of these former insiders have confirmed that there was a concerted effort to redirect America’s national feeling of lament, confusion and vengeance away from bin Ladin and toward Saddam Hussein. The category “al Qaeda” became a general umbrella that covered bad guys near and far. So it is true that America’s general ignorance engendered the war, but it is equally true that people like Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney and George W. Bush intentionally exploited both our ignorance and our national pain.

 
Why?
 

I once reviled the simplistic notion that Iraq was a “blood for oil” affair. A simple calculation of the cost and reward suggested that a full-scale war wasn’t worth the reward of Iraqi oil. I now realize that my calculation of cost and reward was just as simplistic. The only way to answer the “why” question is to first ask, “who benefits?”

 

I’ve had many conversations with non-Americans where I have heard the following:

America went to war with Iraq so that America could set up a government to sell America oil more cheaply.” This seems to be a common sentiment among many Americans as well. It is incorrect. The overgeneralization here misses the central duplicity of the Bush administration: The Oval Office didn’t have national interests in mind when it decided to go to war.

 

The statement should be modified in this way: “America went to war with Iraq so that Bush’s corporate supporters could set up a government to sell to them oil more cheaply.” When the cost-reward equation is measured like this, the benefits need not be nearly as large to make the costs worthwhile. Simply put, the war wasn’t designed to make Americans rich, it was designed to make a few Americans rich. 

 

Repeat this logic for Haliburton and the industrial military complex. When all is told, there are only a few pockets that have benefited. These pockets belong to people that have no ethical difficulty with the American economy plummeting so long as they get fat in the process. 

 

It is then interesting that Exxon-Mobile has become the wealthiest company in history at the exact moment when America’s inflation, unemployment and foreclosure rate are the worst they’ve been in over a decade. Add to this the fact that America’s national deficit is the worst it’s been in history. It turns out that wars cost money and that China was happy to pay for ours and keep track of the interest. While almost every other aspect of the economy suffers, Exxon-Mobile is setting quarterly records. 

 

So (surprise!), the second Iraq war was fought for the same reason that almost every war is fought: for the promise of power and money. These are the same old chestnuts they’ve always been. The difference this time is that “winning” this war was never about flying a familiar flag over a foreign territory. Our empire isn’t like Rome or Britain in that ours isn’t built upon land ownership, it’s built upon global capitalism. We have a much different relationship to “land” than our predecessors. (1) We don’t measure our wealth primarily in terms of land ownership; property is simply one aspect of our portfolios among many. (2) A growing number of “land owners” have no intention of living on their property or keeping their property.

 

All this is to say that there were no clear objectives for American victory in Iraq because the war was fought primarily for corporate interests and not for property extension. For Rome and Britain, the extension of their empires required the extension of physical territory. For America’s corporate elite, the extension of empire requires the extension of trade territory. I am well aware that these categories must overlap both then and now. The key difference is that, in the new global capitalism, flags are simply less important.

 

There are two flags that should be added to this picture, however. The first is Saudi Arabia. The Saudis benefited simply because Iraq was a major competitor in the oil market. While the oil fields in Iraq were frozen during the war, Saudi Arabia continued to conduct business. The second flag belongs to Iran. The feud between Iraq and Iran haw been well documented elsewhere. What has recently come to light is that Iran provided much of the (false) evidence of Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction. And while we exhausted our military and financial resources on the destruction and “rebuilding” of Iraq, Iran has taken the last seven years to get healthy in both respects.

 

To fill out this picture, it must be acknowledged that alongside the posturing, backroom deals and bald faced lies, there was a fair amount of mishaps as well. I do not think that anybody advising Bush expected the war to last more than a few months. Many high ranking officials have been quoted saying as much shortly after the invasion. Desert Storm (the first Iraq war) lasted about as long as Eddie Murphy’s singing career. Nobody expected part two to last as long as Cold Play’s.

 

Perhaps the biggest blunder was the unemployment of the Bath party. When “allied” forces finally secured Bagdad, every member of the Bath party was shown the door. Not only did this increase partisanship in an already unstable nation, it put the entire Iraqi police force (all Bathists) out of work. Every Iraqi trained to use a gun was idle and disgruntled. This blunder alone probably extended the war by years.

 

It also seems as if the noble rebuilders of Iraq underestimated the relationship between the Sunnis and the Shiites. The Sunni sect of Isalm is persecuted by Shiites all over the Middle East. In that part of the world, Shia Islam is the dominant and overwhelming majority. Iraq was an anomaly in that it was a country where the Sunni minority was the ruling class. After a long and bloody history of subjugation, Saddam Hussein had been able to exploit the Sunnis’ desire to remain in power simply to avoid continued persecution. No one holds on to power as firmly as the one who has suffered life without it. So while Hussein was hated by his own people, they were willing to do whatever it took to stave off a Shiite rise to power.

 

To complicate matters further, the Kurds are a third division of Iraq based on ethnic difference. I am told by a friend who has lived and worked there that Kurdish people generally have an ethnic loyalty that supersedes their religious loyalty. While the Kurds include both Shia and Sunni, both sects are willing to unite for xenophobic reasons. Note also that much of Iraq’s natural resources are in the Kurdish region of Iraq.

 

The more I learn about the religious, ethnic and political complexity of the Middle East, the more I marvel at the ridiculous notion that military force can bring stability, prosperity or lasting peace. There is an Arabic proverb that says: “Me and my countrymen against the foreigner; me and my cousin against my countrymen; me and my brother against my cousin.”

 

I do not presume that this proverb characterizes all Islamic peoples and states. I quote it here only to show how wrongheaded it is to expect that antebellum-capitalism can win the allegiance of all peoples regardless of worldview. The bonds that unite America are simply not the bonds that unite the people of Iraq. The new democratic Iraqi may tolerate the presence of white Christians with big guns, but they will only tolerate them long enough to see them used up against their mortal enemies. Once this usefulness is expended, the new democratic Iraqi will invite us to leave. According to several Iraqi voices this week, America’s departure is long overdue.

 

If we do finally withdraw in 2011, I expect that the new democratic Iraqi will not miss having the great and benevolent Satan around to keep the peace. I wish that I had the slightest confidence that the centuries old blood-feuds in Iraq will be forgotten. I honestly do wish this; I would rather admit that Bush was right all along than see a deteriorated Iraq. But my sense is that whatever good this war has accomplished (and the ousting of Hussein is no small thing), the harm we caused with our ignorance and blind worship of democratic capitalism was tenfold. 

 

The most troubling part of all of this is that I do not think that America is any wiser for the wear. The ignorance that turned grief into blind vengeance after September 11th is much the same as it was before. Although we feel wiser in our post-9/11 world, our understanding of the Middle East has not improved. Gandhi embarrassed England out of India. King embarrassed Jim Crow out of the South. But embarrassment requires awareness. Due to our lack of awareness, I doubt that the American Empire will ever be embarrassed enough to undo any harm we’ve done. And as long as our ignorance outweighs our embarrassment, we will be no less warlike than our brothers in the Middle East. Only, most of the time, they just throw stones.

 

 

Obama Overthinks his Delivery and Blows Up in the Fourth Inning

by Kermit Pitsfield

 

 

It’s an American presidential race, so why not use a baseball analogy?  I could have said that Obama fumbled in the second quarter or that he tripped on the third hurdle.  You can choose the sport that works best for you but the reality is that Obama made a major misstep with Pastor Rick Warren and McCain took advantage. Boys and girls, I think we have ourselves a ballgame.

Just last week I was mouthing off to my neocon sparring partner about how McCain will have his ass handed to him soon and very soon. I burgeoned with confidence over the first presidential candidate I’ve (openly) supported in my adult life. 


Look, there they are now, my words—they’re posted there for all to see, like a Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker. It was the Godforsaken Saddleback Forum—the fourth inning from hell.


In the first inning, I had absolutely no confidence that man of that color, with that name could win over Middle America.  Sure, he would be great.  He’d be great in the same way that Satchel Paige was the greatest pitcher in history.  Everybody knew that Paige could strike out Babe Ruth if ever given the chance… but he never would be given that chance.  Obama would have to wait eight years or so.  And then, the Iowa caucus changed everything. 


Middle America shocked the Washington elite, the Texas rich, the Northern Lakes domestic and the West Coast apathetic. Not only did Obama hit a homerun, he was wildly cheered rounding the bases… what was impossible in the pre-game was altogether real as the first inning ended.


The second inning limped along forever. It was sloppy, ugly, error-ridden, little league baseball.  Hilary Clinton was like a belligerent slugger who was called out swinging and argued with the umpire for hours.  She was ejected from the game but this only gave her the free spotlight to do and say whatever she wanted to do and say on the way to the showers.  She spat while she yelled, kicked dirt, pulled bases, punched over the Gatorade cooler and gestured obscenely as the crowd cheered and jeered.  Everybody loves a show (including me).  A bedraggled Obama made it out of the second inning with the scoreboard in his favor.

 

 


The third inning came and went quietly.  Both Obama and McCain settled in for an old fashioned pitching duel. The McCain campaign awkwardly accused Obama of being “young,” “silver tongued,” “ambitious,” “a celebrity” and “a university liberal.”  But all anybody left of FOXNews heard was that he is not George W. Bush in any way, shape or form.  McCain’s strategy became clear: Obama was to be painted as Not a Regular Guy. “He’s not like you and me, therefore how can we trust him?” But with Obama’s early lead, none of this mattered.  If the nastiest junk you’re throwing is that the other guy is successful, well spoken, really smart, attractive and beloved… well.

Good Lord do I wish I could end this essay here. Looks like rain—get the tarps! 

Fourth innings are generally ignored by the American media. They are generally when the evangelical right gets involved.  These folks generally get under-estimated and create an undercurrent of “small ball.”  A bunt single here, a stolen base there and nobody notices until the game is tied.  This killed Gore.  It killed Kerry.  Neither knew how it happened. Neither thought it was worth it to appeal to the evangelicals because "fundamentalists" only care about oppressing the gays and speaking for the unborn.  Best to keep both issues on the bench. 

Obama, being a man of faith himself, knew better. He knew that evangelicals would rally around a healthy foreign policy, helping the poor and becoming stewards of God's creation.  In the other dugout, a surly McCain was having clubhouse conflicts with James Dobson (by the way, the reason for this is because McCain’s view on abortion changes with the political wind).  I told my neocon pal that as long as Obama split the evangelical vote, he’ll win handily.  If only we could all return to last week!

Rick Warren *sigh*. I suppose that I should say that I don’t have a strong feeling about the man.  His book is okay.  It isn’t Karl Barth but isn’t Hal Lindsey either.  Not a big fan of the mega-church, but whatever.  Warren hits for average and has a little pop in his bat, not a clean up hitter by any means.  The trouble is this: in addition to hitting ninth, he also throws batting practice.  In the Godforsaken Saddleback Forum, Warren tossed huge softball questions over the middle of the plate and grinned like an idiot.

“Does evil exist, and what should we do about it?” Cue idiotic grinning. “Should we defeat it, negotiate with it or confront it?” Holy shit, is this a ridiculous question! 

This is where our man, Senator Barack Obama, brilliant man of learning that he is, commits the political sin of omission.  He doesn’t strike out.  But he fails to recognize a fat meatball hanging curve teed up in the middle of Broadway.  It’s the best pitch he’s going to see all day and he fouls it off.  Obama makes the mistake of giving an intelligent and nuanced answer: “We need to confront evil. But let’s be humble about it. A lot of evil has been committed in the name of confronting evil.”

How wonderfully true! How pathetically anemic! Mr. Obama, who were you going to offend here?  Is the National Association of Evil going to pull their support if you don’t choose your words wisely?  Is there a large contingent of flag waving evil doers out there that require pandering?  (I mean, besides Raider fans.) Warren’s question was so stupid and Obama is so smart that the Harvard man just didn’t know what to do with it.  It was a knuckling slurve that never knuckled or slurved.  What the hell was that, I’ll wait for the fastball?

McCain jacked this one out of the park.  When asked what to do about evil, he yelled “DEFEAT IT” in dumbass-staccato and echoing gauche.  And the crowd went absolutely ape shit for this answer. 

Example two: Obama never spoke more rightly when he told this group that seven years of a so-called pro-life president hasn’t decreased the number of abortions in America.  But all that this crowd wanted to hear was that “life begins at conception.”  McCain was willing to repeat the correct slogan and brought down the house with applause.

Southern Californian evangelicals are the moronic Dodger fans who booed San Fran rival Barry Bonds(*) at the plate and then cheered him when he hit his juiced bombs.  Cheering for a bastard simply for being the best bastard in the show is proof of zero moral fiber and even less intelligence.  Mr. Obama, you need at least one dumbass-sensitive speech writer on your staff to scout this kind of stuff.  Borrow one from Bush; he’s got an entire farm-system of these guys.

Warren’s questions represented a simple checklist of evangelical concerns.  Several times throughout the “forum” – I am convinced that nobody at Saddleback knows what a forum is – Warren expressed that his chief objective was to get through as many questions as possible.  “Please, don’t give me your stump speech,” said Warren, “let’s just get through these.”  Will somebody please tell me: What is the value of “just getting through” as many questions as possible? What you’re really saying is that short, sound-byte answers are all that your parishioners can swallow.  Unfortunately, pith isn’t Obama’s strong suit.  Unfortunately, pith allows McCain to hide a multitude of flip-flopped issues.

A good interviewer would have asked McCain why his record is at best ambiguous on abortion.  Tim Russert (God rest his soul) would have made McCain explain why he supported the appointments of several pro-choice judges.  A good interviewer would have skipped the “moral failure” question altogether… but if Russert was present to hear McCain bring up his divorce, he would have asked him about his continued unfaithfulness to a frail and ill wife.  A good interviewer would have pointed out that McCain married his millionaire mistress and never looked back.  A good interviewer would have made McCain tell the truth rather than spin it. 

A good interviewer would have asked McCain about how he folded under the pressure of torture, how he denounced America for video propaganda and provided his captors with sensitive military information.  Evangelicals would have forgiven all of the above.  But Warren had no intention fleshing out the truth, nor the true characters of his guests.  Warren just wanted to get through the checklist.  Never send a batboy to the job of a big-leaguer.

The result of the Godforsaken Saddleback Forum is that apolitical evangelicals remain just as ignorant to the characters of the candidates.  Many are now under the impression that McCain is a clean-cut, no-nonsense “maverick” who will fight for the unborn and defeat "evil."  Warren unwittingly perpetuated this lie.

As the fourth inning draws to a close the score is tied.  Recent polling suggests that McCain has pulled even with Obama in the battleground states.  Again, evangelicals have quietly changed the momentum of the big game.  We’ll see how faithful they remain to their new champion after he chooses a Mormon VP.  If McCain underestimates this prejudice, his newly tied ballgame will slip away quickly.

The good news is that there is still a lot of ball to be played before the fat lady sings.  By fat lady, I mean Oprah.  Oprah holds sway over just as many dummies as God.  What’s more is that she’s got the ear of about half of Warren’s crowd as well.  Sista got mad game.

 

 

 

 

The Ease of Waste


by Erin Dunigan


I’m not sure when exactly it hit me.  It may have been as I was brushing my teeth and all of a sudden realized that I had left the water on while brushing. I know better. My neighbor, Linda, whose pool happened to be the site of my first swim, also taught me, somewhere in the same timeframe, the importance of turning off the faucet while you brush in draught prone California. 

The thing is, it’s so easy not to. It’s so easy to leave the water running while I brush my teeth. If, instead, I were walking 5 miles back from the river carrying water in a jug on my head, I’m guessing I would think twice about leaving the tap running. (If I were carrying water in a jug, there probably wouldn’t be a tap to leave running, but you get my point.) 

Sometimes I don’t realize things, though, until I’m forced into them. One such incident happened only a few weeks back on a trip down to Mexico. As in many places on the planet, water is becoming scarce in this little community not too far south of San Diego. So, in order to deal with the somewhat dry well, the water system is turned off on the weekends. I, of course, did not get the memo that this would be happening. So, rather than preparing or planning ahead, I was caught unaware when all of a sudden the twist of the faucet brought no results.

Luckily, I happened to have had plenty of bottled water that I had planned on using for drinking purposes only. It soon became bathing water as well. When you find yourself in the position of bathing from a 1 gallon jug, it suddenly becomes apparent how little water you actually need in order to get clean, but how much water you actually use when cleaning via a shower.

It’s just so easy to waste. It’s not that I’m trying to use up the planet’s resources. But I’ve become so disconnected from the fact that I am doing so, most of the time I do not even realize it. 

I’m not sure how much energy it uses to leave the lights on when I’m not in a room, but I can tell you I do it on a daily basis. What about running the dishwasher if it’s not full? Or flushing the toilet after every visit? (I realize, I may have lost you on that one due to the gross factor, but think about it. Most of the time what goes into the toilet is actually fairly un-smelly and relatively harmless. What about just flushing every other time? Or the old saying, “If it’s yellow that’s mellow, but if it’s brown flush it down.” At least, if nothing else, put a brick in the tank so that less water is used for the unnecessary flushing.)

I wonder if I’d be more careful if it actually cost me something to use these resources. If I had to travel by foot or by bike that would significantly alter my travel patterns that are now so dominated by car or by airplane. If I had to make my own clothing I’d probably not ‘need’ so many different pieces of it. Growing food would be an entirely different experience than simply calling ahead so that it’s ready when I arrive to pick it up.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a big fan of the modern convenience.  Though I have lived a number of times with no dish washer and have managed (I did make the mistake as a child visiting my grandmother of asking her, “Mama, how do you do the dishes if you have no dishwasher?” I found out.) just fine, I have never lived without a washing machine and would really not have a clue about how to actually get my clothes clean by hand.  I don’t think there even is any fresh water within a decent walking distance from my house, if I were to have to carry it in a jug. Though I was quite adept at sewing when I took it as a class in junior high there is a reason I have not continued to wear my own creations.

No, it’s not the modern convenience’s fault, really. But somehow on the way to the timesaving features, the resource gulping ones were conveniently ignored. Sure, my leaving the tap water running while brushing my teeth is hardly on the level of corporations depleting a community’s aquifers for their own purposes. But the thing is, turning off the tap is something that I can actually do, and do fairly easily. As long as, that is, I am paying attention. It’s not a trial for me to wait to run the dishwasher until it’s full. I just have to notice.  I can turn off the light when I leave a room, if I remember.

It doesn’t necessarily have to be one or the other—convenience or conserving. But the ease of waste demands that I not sleepwalk through my consumption while the world crumbles. What is required of me is to wake up.

 

Why Obama Will Tap Tim Kaine for VP

by Lisa LeDonne

It has been said by every pundit in media that while making the decision for running mate, the most important rule is “First, do no harm.” I think this ridiculous and am pretty confident Barack Obama does too.

Obama isn’t about to make Kennedy’s mistake of Johnson. LBJ was put on the ticket despite the fact that Kennedy thought him crude, rude and corrupt and Johnson thought Kennedy was an elitist, daddy’s boy who still was wet behind the ears. Obama has given every indication that he wants a partner, someone with whom he can work arm in arm. Obama’s VP will be someone with integrity, who has earned his trust and the right to give counsel. I believe Obama has decided that Governor Tim Kaine of Virginia is that person. However, Kaine is much more than just a guy Obama likes, respects and trusts.

Most people have had him on the short list for months, but I think Wednesday night sealed the deal… but before we get to that, let’s look at what got him on the short list to begin with:  

Kaine is the Governor of Virginia. He was born in St. Paul, Minnesota and grew up in Kansas City, Missouri.  He speaks Spanish fluently (he took a break from school as a young man and went to Honduras as a missionary with the Jesuit order of the Catholic Church).

Obama hails from Kansas, Hawaii, Indonesia and Illinois. This would give the United States executive branch two men who are very comfortable with people of a wide variety of backgrounds and ethnicities. This is key for what most people call the “deciding swing vote of 2008”—Latinos. Add Catholics to the equation and you're halfway there. Notice as well that such diversity might be a step toward repairing the astronomical damage done to America’s international relationships.

They both have backgrounds in community organizing.  Kaine spent 17 years after graduating (like Obama) from Harvard Law school, fighting for those who had been denied housing due to their race or disability. Kaine taught ethics at University of Virginia Law School.

Perhaps one of the strongest reasons is that both men speak openly of their deeply held Christian faith, but both are pragmatic and people-centered first and ideologues second. For instance, both are against partial-birth or late-term abortions, are open to the idea of parent notification for girls under age and willing to work with those people of faith who are ideologically opposed to abortion under any circumstances.

Kaine seemed to follow conviction over opportunism when he endorsed Obama very early last February (Hillary Clinton had already been anointed “inevitable” by most political pundits). He became the first national figure to support Obama by saying that he “would never lose any sleep knowing that Obama was president.” This was a bold move when the clear front runner was someone with a very long memory and short temper for those who don’t show property loyalty to the Clinton legacy (just ask Bill Richardson). No doubt Obama remembers Kaine’s boldness on that cold day last winter, long before endorsements had become bandwagon memberships.

Even if all of those reasons were not enough to make a great partner for Obama, Governor Kaine’s state holds 13 electoral votes which makes Virginia one of four swing states that could push Obama to the coveted 270 (the others are Colorado, New Hampshire and New Mexico).

Virginia’s demographic has been changing from old, white and attached to the ways of Jim Crow, to younger, more educated, and less racist with a large and politically active African American community. Virginia is a prime example of Obama’s potential to change the electoral map, broaden the Democratic base and Tim Kaine is the perfect person to turn that state from red to blue.

So, why was this clinched on Wednesday night? On Wednesday night, none other than Michelle Obama was in Virginia to stump for her husband with Governor Kaine while Barack was in Indiana throwing off the scent with Evan Bayh. I believe that Michelle’s visit will serve as a final vetting of Mr. and Mrs. Kaine. (By the way, Mrs. Anne [Holton] Kaine is quite an amazing woman, lawyer, judge, child advocate herself!) If Michelle reports back that she is comfortable with a potential eight year marriage with the Kaines, then it’s a done deal. Order your bumper stickers now… Obama/Kaine ’08.

 

 

55 and Counting Downward

by Sawyer Retlaw          

I had an interesting experience that helped me to recall my youth this past weekend. Some new acquaintances and my family were traveling to one of the local mountain hangouts for the Fourth of July celebrations. His car was adorned with a roof top car carrier made of what appeared to be some kind of plastic or rubber, held down with nylon strapping. After meeting his family for lunch at the fine downtown Pub I was informed that he did not feel comfortable driving much over 60 with the roof top carrier on. I was more than willing to accept his premise having yet to experience the pace that 60 MPH was to feel like. 

Our arduous journey down the race track known as I-25 began innocently enough, but shortly into the drive I realized he really was not kidding when he suggested 60 as the pace for our travel. What is normally a two and a half hour drive quickly became three and a half hours. Living in Colorado affords one the opportunity to relish in the scenery, but I was soon reminded of my early youth traveling across the state of Wyoming to visit family in Colorado. In 1984 the speed limit across the vast wasteland of central Wyoming was 55 miles per hour, and the drive, no matter how you sliced it was 6 hours. 6 hours that an eight year old found difficult to stand, particularly with a young sister in the car and grandma waiting at the end of the road. 

In college, while attending school in Alberta, I found that the federal lifting of the national speed limit saved me about 2 hours between here and my former home in Wyoming. That made for some significant time in my 1200-mile journey. In those hours of driving, I was thankful for the wisdom that allowed our gracious federal government to restore some autonomy to the States. After all, had Washington politicians actually driven through central Wyoming? Had they ever had the pleasure of travel through towns like Bill, or Lusk or Hells Half Acre? 

After returning from our retro speed limit trip this weekend, I read that the government was considering reinstating the national speed limit in the name of fuel economy. What smart people I thought! A simple way to conserve energy, save on the rising price of fuel, and give America a safer highway system for travel. So I did some research…”Where did the national speed limit come from in the first place?” I asked myself. Turns out it was a response to another energy crisis in the 70’s with a fine peanut farmer at the helm. While I was too young to remember the specifics, there are some vagaries that I recall about thermostats, sweaters and a national effort to do with less.

Living with less is a necessity at times.   When 4 dollars doesn’t buy a gallon of gas, I make some choices to do with less...one less coffee in the morning from Fourbucks, or vacations closer to home. Believe me when I say that there is no shortage of excess in America and we all ought to look more closely at what we can live without. But then I got to thinking, “Hey those smart guys in Washington…maybe I could look to them as an example of what I could do to lessen my excess.” Not surprisingly, I found that they actually were very bad examples of what to do in times like these. I found that while they had done some serious research on how to ask the American People to do with less by driving slower, turning our thermostats down, and reducing our ability to supply domestic oil, they rarely did with less. I could not find any examples where they were willing to reduce their spending, taxation or excess to help in these troubled times.

“Curses” I thought, “I had so much hope that they would be the shining examples!” So onward in my quest to find out how to best conserve in this, the energy crisis of the new millennium. I found out that here in my fine state of Colorado, the local legislation was contemplating adding tolls to highways that previously had no tolls because revenue was down. “This seems odd? Why would revenue be down unless the good people of Colorado were following their instructions from the almighty GOV. and driving less, thus reducing the amount of gas tax in the coffers?” There it was, straight in front of me, a government pressed on all sides by the energy crisis, and low and behold they were trying to find new ways, not to conserve, but to get their monies come hell or high water. 

I then had an epiphany. Why not put some limits on them too. Maybe we could ask them to pass only 55 laws in any given year. Maybe they should turn their entitlement thermostat down to 68 dollars a person. It could be a wise thing to place a toll on their spending that would come directly back to the taxpayer. I thought, what is good for the goose is good for the gander too. Lets all participate in eliminating this energy crisis through conservation! It seemed so practical, so collective, so participatory, and so good for mother earth.

 I have not heard back from my congressman yet.

 
Dagmar Schröter has responded to the above article:

I have only read a few essays by this fellow Sawyer Retlaw but each experience has been similar. I give the essay a once over until I hit something resembling a thesis near the end of the piece. I then realize that he is actually trying to say something. At first I am fooled into thinking that he's found a pressure point, that he is has exploited some chink the the armor of Federal America. Finally, I conclude that this guy is simply a misanthrope with an authority problem.

What is the issue here? He makes it clear that he doesn't expect politicians to be "shining examples" and then not-so-wrying says that he's disappointed by this fact. I have a real hard time believing that Retlaw is actually looking for mentors and exemplars in those "big government folks." What is more likely is that our man just wants to drive fast. He'd be happier with complete autonomy and isn't getting this in America.

This is just more proof that the bottom line for Libertarians is self-serving isolationism. So go ahead and tear down them speed limit signs. I'm sure your neighbors will thank you for it and compliment your ability to weave through their children and pets like traffic cones. In the end, America's Federal Government is forced to pass laws because selfish people refuse to look out for the best interests of their neighbors. If you really wanted less laws passed, you'd choose to conserve energy. You won't and so they won't. Lastly, since America is by far the biggest culprit of CO2 emissions (eclipsing China and Russia combined), I can only hope that you get your 55 laws in the form of environmentalism instead of furthering the autonomy of your president.

 

Sawyer Retlaw has offered the following rejoinder:

At least I can take solice in the fact that the over simplistic, lump-sum stereotyping isn't limited to us "gun totin'" ignorant right wingers.

 

 

 

Barry O'Bamaugh and the Ethnically Ambiguously Brotherhood 

by C.C. O'Lorin

According to some new family research, I am, well, black.  Not like Sidney Poitier black, but perhaps enough to get tax-free gasoline if I were equally Native American.  My family has suspected as much for a great while but it has never been more than speculation… until now.  According to the genealogy geeks within the O’Lorin clan, there is a conspicuous gap in our lineage in the Tennessee plantation years.  I won’t go into the details here, but the most plausible explanation of all the data available is that there was some tobacco field hanky-panky in my family tree.

I’ve always had a dark complexion.  Dark enough to be asked a dozen times, by different folks, if I was a “point-5” or “mulatto”—most always by black friends and acquaintances.  So I knew that I was occasionally perceived as such.  I suppose that my pale friends have wondered along these lines as well but found it too awkward a question to ask.  My father is straight ebony in the summer.  His mother (an unabashed racist) looked like she might have been sired by Thomas Jefferson. 

Fast forward through about six decades of “Black Irish” jokes and we’ve finally connected the dots.

This new information presents me with a strange set of cultural discourses.  My first thought is that being “black” is more of a cultural designation than it is a racial designation.  Because, while I probably have African ancestry, I waddle and quack like a waddling quacker.


I have never identified with Black America to any great extent and I don’t suppose that I will any time soon.  (That is, unless you count the fact that my favorite childhood actor was Gary Coleman.)  If I were to have learned that, intermixed with my Euro-mutt heritage, I was also French by way of Cajun decent, I’d probably do little more than raise an eyebrow.  Being French American is about as culturally meaningful as being from Buffalo, New York.  Being black is certainly much more than being of African decent.

Thought experiment: Let’s say you’re a second generation Italian American with a strong sense of cultural heritage in your family.  Family gatherings are unmistakably “Italian”.  Then, in your adult life, you learn that you were adopted.  Think Robert Duvall in the Godfather.  Would this change how you identified with Italian culture?  Would this change how you perceived yourself?

So maybe I’m black enough to apply for a research grant from the United Negro College Fund, but I’m certainly not black enough to evoke latent race-guilt in my Scandinavian friends.  Perhaps I’m black enough to get eyeballed by up-state Georgian rednecks, but I’m certainly not black enough to appear in a Wayans Brothers’ comedy.

But, although the cultural element cannot be denied, there is something to be said for physicality.  I am told by my friends in ethnic studies that Americans associate blackness with certain facial features more so than with skin color: the broadness of the nose, the fullness of the lips, tightly kinked hair, etc.  In these physical categories I am, at best, ambiguous.  I’ve met black people who are a dozen shades more pale than me but who are more readily discernable as “black” due to unmistakable facial features.  Perhaps I have enough likeness to make people think twice about my dark skin.

Consider Marshall Mathers (aka: rapper Eminem). He admits that he spent most of his childhood wanting to emulate the inner city blackness of Detroit.  Because of his childhood environment and sheer practice, Eminem is more culturally black than I will ever be.  (This has very little to do with his prowess as a rapper.  The Beastie Boys are still going strong and maintain affinity with their white, punk roots.)  Mr. Mathers’ emulation is as much the result of cultural immersion as it is a stage persona.  Still, Eminem will never be black.

So it seems that there are both cultural and physical prerequisites to being black.  I lack one entirely and am only identified with the other ambiguously.

Which brings us to Barack Obama.  Raised in Hawaii and Indonesia by white women from Kansas, Obama is intimately familiar with non-black culture(s).  Obama is familiar with non-black culture as much as (or more than) he is intimate with black culture.  In his bestselling “Dreams of My Father”, he writes about his adolescent wrestling match with nationality and ethnicity.  He was never quite a “local” in Hawaii because of his blackness, never quite at home in Indonesia because he was an American and never quite “black” because of his absent father.  Moreover, his father was from Kenya so he has no genealogical connection to distinctly American institutions like slavery or Jim Crow.

How many black people do you know whose favorite band is the Grateful Dead?

Believe it or not, the blackest place he lived before adulthood was in the upper echelon of academia.  The Ivy Leagues (in Obama’s case, Columbia) have become something of a bastion for African American intelligentsia.  To be sure, a rather odd move from ivory tower New York to Chicago’s south-side.  For much of his life, he was simply “Barry”.

By the time he moved to Harvard, the adult Obama had a better handle on his ethnic identity.  This was no doubt helped by his marriage to an unambiguously black woman in Michelle.

It might be helpful to remember that, early in his campaign, his blackness was openly questioned: Is he black enough? My best interpretation of this question is that it presupposes a “blackness” devoid of academic influence.

It wasn’t long before the question became: Will America vote for a black man? This question presupposes his essential blackness, whatever that might mean. 

Now the question is: Does Obama share the values of the average American?  Those asking this question tend to drudge up discomfort with black liberation theology and the fact of his father’s religious heritage. This presupposes that religious blackness might be too black for white America.  Ethnic complexity/ambiguity tends to engender suspicion.  At the end of the day, Obama might, in fact, be the first post-racial candidate simply because he is, at his core, ambiguous.

All of the above suggests that America ultimately wants neat ethnic categories.  I do.  I’d rather have found out that I was unambiguously black, that I was an orphan from Jamaica.  Maybe I could try to like Reggae—that at least would be a course of action.  It’s only a matter of time before I get another “Are you black?”  If only I could just say yes or no. If I say ‘Yes’, will I be claiming something that I haven’t earned?  If I say ‘No’, will I be lying? If I say, “Well, I do have African ancestry, but I’ve never considered myself ‘black’”, will I sound like an ass?

Barack Obama seems to have come to grips with himself.  And by exuding this confidence, I think he will win over most Americans.  But I wonder whether Mr. Obama still feels, on occasion, his ethnic ambiguity.  I’m about fifteen years younger than him and have thought on these issues for a much shorter period of time.  But I doubt that I’ll ever be quite so confident.  I can’t imagine a scenario where the color of my skin will project anything more than ambiguity.  Who knows, maybe in fifteen years I’ll be writing with confidence about “my people”.  But there is a good chance that I’ll just be referring to Halle Berry, Mike Bibby and Sammy Davis Jr.

The Gunman and the School
 
 
On April 20, 1999 I was sipping a beer with my dad, the first with him, at a small bar in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. Suddenly, our attention was drawn to the news flash covering the school shooting at Columbine high school, Colorado. A cloud settled in, to say the least, and our thoughts and conversation turned from my upcoming trip to Alaska to the people of Columbine. 
 
I am now a teacher, and each time a shooting occurs my dad finds a way to listen. It may be brief, or it may be long, but it happens. I appreciate it immensely. I think back to the lock-down drill our school had a couple weeks after the Virginia Tech shooting (April 2007). The principal assured us, several times, that it was a drill. I locked and shut the door, and the middle school students and I gathered in the back corner of the room. For five minutes, no one spoke. At minute three, we heard the door handle rattle—part of the routine—but I saw a few students jump and then exchange skittish glances. I missed the drills during the Cold War, but I don’t think they were the same. No one had pushed the red button yet. Sure there was trepidation, and it must have been unsettling for my parents’ generation to scrunch between their chair and desk, but I would humbly suggest that the palpable dread felt during the drill following the Virginia Tech tragedy was absent from drills during the Cold War. It was the worst five-minute drill I have ever experienced. Finally, the feedback of our intercom system broke the silence, and the principal commended us for doing a great job. 
 
When I began teaching in 2001, I thought school shootings were the exception and not the rule. However, since 1997 there have been over twenty school shootings in the United States averaging roughly two per year (“Timeline”). It is no longer a question of if; rather, it is a question of when and how many. I would like to find an answer to the question why, but as we know, it is intensely complicated. A little research reveals that there are very few common denominators between all the shooters. In a list of thirty-seven school shooters from 1974 to 2000, not a single woman can be found (Dolan). All have been male. That’s it. True, some have engaged in video-game violence; some have a mental illness; some are bullied; but many have come from great homes; many have been educated; and many do not have a mental illness (Cornell). 
 
Dr. Cornell, though, argues that a strong cause is video-game violence. In the past, many school shooters would have committed suicide. Now, the person already spinning within suicidal thought patterns allows “video violence” to infuse an already “distorted mind” (Cornell). The suicide becomes the realization of the video violence, a rush into a maze-like building to kill, kill, kill—followed by the suicide. Dr. Cornell compares the Video Game industry to the Tobacco industry which struggles to accept the correlation between cigarettes and cancer. In other words, if we think violent video games have no impact upon a person’s psyche, we are sadly mistaken. 
 
I do not advocate for violent video games, but I can’t help seeing the underlining connection between them and Greek Mythology. Often, the player is in a maze, much like Theseus in the labyrinth where each turn generates suspense: will there be an exit?—will there be more stone walls?—will there be the Minotaur?—and the knuckles turn white around the heft of the sword. Readers of Greek Mythology vicariously slay the Minotaur through Homer’s thunderous verse, so though I would like to argue that video-games are somehow more insidious than words, I can’t. The problem with video-game violence is the sheer number of killings, the fact that many of the victims are human, and the great lengths of time people play them. It is unfortunate that violent-video games also draw upon the tantalizing essence of a maze to keep people playing. I’m biased. In Greek Mythology, the labyrinth is epic; in video-games, it is simply a cheap gimmick.
 
Despite Dr. Cornell’s psychological insight as to the influence of violent-video games, I still do not see them as the sole driving force. Rather, they are a contributing cause. Point in case, take the Bath School disaster of 1927 in which 45 people were burned to death in three premeditated explosions by a school board member. Andrew Kehoe, the perpetrator, obviously could not have played video games in 1927, and he hadn’t even read William Faulkner’s “Barn Burning” (1938). Maybe he was steeped in Greek Mythology or some other violent entertainment of that time. Violent entertainment is as old as Cain and Abel. Perhaps it has always significantly contributed to the atrocities throughout humanity’s history. Regardless, I cannot pin the blame of school shootings solely on violent entertainment. 
 
Admittedly, I cannot offer any thorough explanation except to say that school shootings result from a plethora of interactive causes. However, I can explore how to curb the occurrences. I would love it if a politician addressed the terror inflicted upon Americans by other Americans in the form of school shootings, church shootings, or corporate bombings. The terror and uncertainty schools live with after a school shooting is very real, especially if the shooting occurs close to home. I would also love it if local districts fought to fund an additional staff member for every school. Along with teachers, teacher aids, principals, principal assistants, dean of students, dean of academics, custodians, secretaries, and accountants, there could be a trained officer of the law. 
 
Schools could learn from what happened at a church. Mathew Murray, the shooter who began at Youth with a Mission and ended at New Life Church in Colorado Springs, was shot by a security guard (December 2007). Inevitably, he would have killed countless more people (he killed four) had the security guard been absent.  
 
As the record of shootings reveals, often they occur in rural districts. All schools, inner city and rural, should have an officer, regardless of the cost. Terror at home should supersede terror abroad. 
 
If we do nothing, school shootings will continue. With each shooting, the dark cloud in our collective consciousness swallows a little more light. We try to implement procedures and drills that will enhance safety. We try to prepare for what it will be like. Every door at my school is locked, at all times, except for the front door. We may begin locking it as well. Until then, our policy is that visitors must check in with our secretary. If we see any stranger wandering the halls, we are to confront and lead them back to our secretary who knows damn well that any gunman will have already picked her off long before she can get him to fill out his name tag. Perhaps during our next drill, our principal will instruct us to wail, rend our clothes, lament, cover our heads in ashes, and weep so that when the gunman stalks our school, we will have practiced how we will respond. 
 
 
Works Cited
 
Cornell, Dewey G. “Psychology of the School Shootings.” APA Online. 2008.   American Psychological Association. 1 July 2007 <http://www.apa.org/ppo/issues/pcornell.html>.
 
Dolan, Shaun. “List of School Shooters.” 2000. School Shooters. University of Michigan. 01 July 2008 < http://sitemaker.umich.edu/356.dolan/list_of_school_shooters>.

“Timeline: US School Shootings.” BBC News. 16 April 2007. British Broadcasting Company. 16 April 2007 < http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4371403.stm >.

 

 

Dr. O'Lorin has responded to the above article:

I can find one more commonality between all of the shooters. Without exception, everyone of them had access to firearms.  Here is another: everyone of the shooters had weapons that discharged ammunition faster than a musket.

Random thought: What if we included all of the public playground shootings alongside the twenty school killings? Wouldn't our number increase by hundreds? Thousands? Why must it take the death of 50 (or so) white suburbans to raise awareness when poor black kids get shot with greater numbers near swing sets?

Another random thought: There is a book called Killing Monsters: Why Children Need Fantasy, Super Heroes, and Make-Believe Violence by Gerard Jones. I want to buy it for everybody I know. I want it to sit in every bathroom in America. I want to canonize it and send it to Heaven on golden tablets. CCO

 

 

Five Reasons Our Public Schools are in Utter Ruin

By Lisa LeDonne

 
Let me begin with the fact that I am a teacher. All I have ever wanted to be is a teacher (except for those seven years when I dealt poker and made way more money). I have taught history to middle and high-schoolers for the last eight years and have never been happier nor can I imagine being more fulfilled in any other profession. I am proud to say that I not only have impacted kid’s lives, but rarely go a week without an email/myspace or text message from one of them. I believe in education, so when I poke a stick at the system that employs me I do so from a place of deep devotion and with full knowledge that education is the key to all things that are good and just and true about humanity. But, poke I must because education is broken and getting worse by the day. So, here we go, the five reasons our public schools are in utter ruin:
 

1.      The old, crusty teachers who don’t like kids and don’t believe that a caring, talented teacher can save lives.

     These teachers refuse to retire and this refusal is coupled with a lack of a working system that forces them to do so. In fact, they are known as the “untouchables.”  They get their pick of prime schedules, classrooms, and classes to teach. Every year they make two or three times what a new teacher makes and they do a lousy job. Actually, it’s worse than lousy, they actually do damage to their students who learn to hate whatever subject they are supposed to be learning, some never to recover. This is an actual quote from one of my colleagues, “Our principal still thinks he can save these kids. He’s young, he’ll learn. If a kid doesn’t cut it in my classroom, f—k him, that’s my philosophy of education.” If only I could attest that this attitude was unique. This is even more pronounced in elementary school where the teacher is the cause for the little ones’ worst year of childhood leading to repeat horror stories about it for the rest of their lives. Admit it! You have this horrible person in your head right now…she had buckled toes that over-lapped, smelt bad, and never smiled or acted like she cared about anything and you were convinced she HATED your guts!

 

2.      Educators are using 20th century teaching methods in the year 2008!

     Oddly enough, most of these schools have computers, but 90% of them have no clue how to use them effectively within a typical unit. I actually worked with a woman who was using the same purplish ditto worksheets from 1980! They say with pride, “That’s not my generation.” And I want to scream, “It’s not my generation either you lazy ass, I got my first computer when I was 26, but your students learn by doing and have to know how to keyboard, PowerPoint, and web design!” Show me a teacher that stands in the front of the classroom and talks for 40 to 50 minutes a class period and I’ll show you 70% per classroom who don’t know the first thing about the subject they’re supposed to be learning.

 

3.      The wasteful spending of what little budget we do have.

     I’m not an expert in administrative budgeting, but I know principals do too much and superintendents do too little on most days. I know that spending $25,000 for a new attendance software system would have paid for the salary and benefits for ½  another teacher and I know that replacing uniforms for the volleyball team because “they're old-fashioned” is obscene. I know that spending $48,000 so a kid can have two history books (one at home and one at school) is a disgusting waste, and having 18 secretaries at a district office when they serve 12 schools is irrational! Is it a radical idea that the same person that does the ordering of books and supplies also answers the phone? SIDEBAR…I won’t even begin to discuss the billions of dollars that have “disappeared” in Iraq or have gone to put a Halliburton monogram on each of the militaries towels. That’s another article entirely, but feel free to click here for more and imagine what education could look like if we were as patriotic about empowering young American children as we seem to be about blowing shit up! 

 

4.      Parents are not partnering with the school in the best interest of their own children.

     The rich and the poor actually have more in common here than the middle classes. The rich literary have abandoned their children. Let me define rich: if you know a kid who has an ipod, laptop, TV, Wii and cell phone in their room they are rich! These contraptions take away the need to deal with their child; they are literally pacified like infants with electronics to suck on all day and all night.  These parents are the most critical of the teacher if Johnny happens to be failing the class, not because Johnny isn’t doing the work, or needs to know the information, but because:

A)    You just made me waste my very valuable time on something that is the teacher’s job! (Why the hell do I pay taxes for anyway?) AND…
B)     I need my kid to get into Harvard or Stanford, so you BETTER give Johnny an ‘A’, and no, I don’t care if he didn’t earn it or doesn’t know how to write an essay or what freedoms the Bill of Rights guarantees. Just give him the damn ‘A’.
 
Another pearl of advice from a life long teacher, “If you want to have the easiest career in the world all you have to do is give every student an ‘A’ or a ‘B’, I guarantee you will never hear a word from a parent, and if you do, tell them it was a typo and it was supposed to be an A!”
 

5.      Shoving 32 and sometimes 40 kids in a classroom moves the profession from teaching to cattle prodding.

     The best learning comes in a classroom of 15 to 20 children, period. Every study proves this, every teacher and every politician and every parent knows this and nobody addresses it. This is primarily because funding for schools is based on home prices (which is racist and elitist and every other kind of “ist” there is) the districts with the least amount of students with lots of beautiful homes and who need to take a nice stroll down the road to say hello to their neighbors have more money per student and a smaller teacher to student ratio than those of us who simply yell out the window to our next door neighbors when we need to borrow a jar of Ragu. The poor, whose parents both work, are bone tired and don’t have the skills to help their child with homework or advocate for them with the teacher are already starting behind the 8-ball and funding their schools with property taxes guarantees that they will get a second-class education regardless of that nasty saying “All Men Are Created Equal.”

 
I realize now you are deeply offended, depressed or simply apathetic towards public education and are promising to write me a nasty note, home school your kids, or use the nest egg that was supposed to be your down payment towards your first home on private education. Believe me I know, I’m a parent too. I’ll write again soon on the five ways we can save our public education system.

 

The Top 10 Indications that You're a Religious Conservatives:

By C.C. O'Lorin

10. If you've ever led your children in a rousing rendition of "Onward Christian Soldiers"
9. If you've ever sung "God Bless America" in Church
8. If you've ever voted based on your repulsion to gay marriage
7. If you've ever used the word Antichrist in a political conversation
6. If you've ever shrugged your shoulders at war because "it must be God's will"
5. If you've ever watched an entire episode of the 700-Club
4. If you've ever thanked God for sending the AIDS virus
3. If you've ever appealed to a psalm to prove that abortion is immoral
2. If you've ever masturbated to a picture of Reagan and then asked God for forgiveness
1. If you've ever felt comforted by the notion that George W. Bush prays before he goes to sleep

 
 
Dr. Antilles has responded to the above:
 
Well, some of these "indications" are just absurd. The only non-absurd ones that do not apply to me are the gay marriage one and the appealing to a psalm one.
 
If there is a difference between "real" religious conservatives and me, it is usually in cases where they have a kind of authoritarian impulse. But such impulses are not universal among them, and they can usually be talked down. They usually arise out of frustration with a perceived cultural enemy. And they are usually at odds with other things that the religious conservative believes.
 
 
Dr. O'Lorin has offered the following rejoinder:
 
Are you saying that you've never masturbated to a picture of Reagan? Or that you didn't think to ask for forgiveness?