Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Resist. Rise up. Rebel.


(Trump Doodle from Aug. 2015) #notmypresident

      In April, students left a "Civil Disobedience Training" flier for a Trump rally on my desk. I was inspired to see organizing against a man I see as a misogynist, racist, bully. How could voters choose a moneyed-thug with zero experience for the most powerful office? How could anyone who offended so many become the representative of this unique and influential country? I am embarrassed by my naive delusions. How could I be so blind to the true obscenity, cynicism, and arrogance of American politics?

        On Election Day, my mood was giddy. I was relieved this bitter campaign would be over. All that wasted cognitive energy could be focused on more enriching subjects. My egalitarian idealism was encouraged by the diversity of voters at my polling site in Queens. I was moved seeing a mother show her young daughter how to vote. But the United States, like politics, is imperfect. This election was supposed to be about the values I thought "We" all valued: reason, equity, justice. That "We" were better than the hate and ignorance dividing us. I was so wrong. 
        Like many people, I was certain Hillary Clinton would be the next President of the United States. As I went about my day, first, at the university and then teaching English to newcomers, I remained blissfully unaware of the political upset to come.
      To be fair, information I received up to that point only indicated to a Clinton victory. I listened to the pundits and political experts. I read op-eds and analysis. I watched Steve Kornacki manipulate graphics and present data on a “smart” screen that only offered scenarios of Trump losing and losing hard. A certain pompousness permeated the studios of 30 Rockefeller Center as the talking heads gleefully assured the audience that Clinton was well on her way to victory. But then, something went wrong - there was a glitch in the system. Kornacki’s screen froze. All the data and reasoned opines couldn’t curb the anger, resentment, and emotion so many Americans have decided to unleash. 
           Perhaps I was the one reading the "fake news"?



      As of this writing, Hillary Clinton has gathered 2.5 million more votes than President-elect Donald Trump. Green Party candidate, Jill Stein, continues to press for recounts in a handful of states. Nevertheless, the out-dated, un-democratic, legal mechanism of the electoral college ensures there is little anyone can do but protest, shout, and watch Trump assemble his nepotistic and inept cabinet. Trump’s administration is also poised to control a Republican House of Representatives, Senate, and there are the looming court appointments. The future looks grim for anyone showing up for social, environmental, and economic justice. 
         Those disrupting Trump rallies were right to speak up and are so now as they continue the protest into the streets and to the fights ahead. People are angry, afraid, and concerned about the real threats of a Trump presidency. To be fair, those who voted for Trump will also have legitimate concerns. Those of us who didn’t disrupt before the election are going to have to start catching up to those who have been. When we do this, we will need to do so in a more effective, intersectional, and holistic way. Effectiveness will mean having conversations with people who voted Trump. The time has come for the hand-wringing, navel-gazing, ineffectual liberal class to admit it - we have been apologist to power for too long and will now suffer retribution for our inaction.
         I voted for the experienced policy-wonk, the establishment candidate, the centrist, neoliberal, Democrat. Hillary Clinton wasn’t ideal and perhaps her public perception was flawed from the start. But often (especially in politics), one must check their idealism and just comprise. Clinton would have been a pragmatic and effective leader. She would have protected women's right to choose, she wanted to expand social security, supported voting rights, believes in climate change, etc. Unfortunately, reason and truth were not animating forces throughout this election.
      The Clinton campaign pushed an optimistic message of America being a great place already. Our differences made us “stronger together.” We were a diverse nation of decent people. The real villain was Trump and his divisive and deplorable bullying. Unfortunately, this warm and fuzzy hand-holding was not what many Americans felt. Neoliberal economic trade deals and the expansion of a growing prison / military industrial complex have adversely affected our very humanity. Human abuse of the ecosystem is now being felt. The grievances and hardships are the same for many, yet somehow the Democrats could not speak to this real hurt. Trump did, through anger and strong bombastic assertions. This election may have revealed deep divisions between our coastal states, urban centers, and rural countryside, but it also revealed a glaring hypocrisy between what we consider civil and decent.
       Trump spoke to a base that grew tired of thinking, pontificating "PC" politicians, and academics long ago. His supporters got much of their information from "fake news" sites. They said, ‘fuck it’ and voted accordingly. Trump was the closest thing to a middle-finger running for President. “Be obscene!” Disrupt the status quo! Why be measured or cautious? Who says you need to be apologetic to your own crimes or even those from history? Trump is unrestrained. He encourages racism and sexism. These aspects of his behavior should not be tolerated by any civil society. Yet we have accepted them, so what does it say about this society? How can conservatives stand beside this tawdry, lewd man? Because he is also their strong man who promises change.
        Part of Trump’s base is labeled the “alt-right.” Trump’s special advisor, Stephen Bannon, has been integral to the success of the "alt-right" message, which rejects egalitarianism, universalism, and multiculturalism. They consider civic and social values a threat to their "white" identity. Essentially, the “alt-right” is a nationalist movement that sees accelerating immigration and globalization as diminishing their “white culture” in the US. But they are not Trump's only supporters.
         Trump also recognized that emotion outweighs truth in politics. He manipulated people’s despair and gave them a story to believe in - even if one rife with lies. Truth is something you feel it to be. Trump utilized “False Evidence that Appears Real” (FEAR). For instance, hyperbolic statements of lawlessness and people being "gunned down in the streets" did not speak to the reality that violent crime has actually gone down. Xenophobic rhetoric was also central to the FEAR campaign. At numerous rallies Trump claimed Muslims in New Jersey were "cheering in the streets on Sept. 11, 2001." Untrue.
        Of course, why should we expect anything less than lies from the carnival barker? Trump’s views and opinions have always been situational. He is no more than a common opportunist. He doesn't hold any true position (other than the obvious - privatization of our social services.) Unfortunately, this shifting, hyperbolic, reactionary stream-of-conscience plays to Trump’s favor. In a sense he is a blank canvas for people to paint whatever dark, twisted, or even noble picture onto. Many of Trump’s supporters admit they took him seriously, but not literally. Which is perhaps why folks who once voted Obama, and then Bernie Sanders, were able to somehow vote Trump in 2016? I don't know. We live in confusing times. 
             Trump managed to turn the presidential primaries and general election into an absurd and disturbing reality show. (I’m embarrassed to admit I watched the first season of “The Apprentice.” I am now embarrassed for watching this election, and for my country…) As with most reality TV - Trump cultivated a persona in which cruelty was entertaining. Clinton expressed her concern about Trump’s “temperament.” Obama called him “unfit” for office. But on reality TV, assholes are rewarded for dishonest and extreme behavior. Arrogance and blind-confidence are just tools of the game. Empathy, nuance, and understanding are seen as weakness. All traits Trump now brings to Washington.
     Ultimately, desperation may have inspired people to vote Trump. But let's face it - the hyperbolic reactions to a Clinton presidency on both the left and right were absurd. I am tired of the blame, the whining, and cynicism. To be fair, the Democrats have a lot of soul-searching and planning to do ahead. They must recognize this as the failure it is. But reflection will need to also take place within the ‘centers of power’ (the media, the academy, celebrities.)
         I can no longer afford to be arrogant. I cannot be blind by emotion - too much is at stake. I recognize the fragility of society. The fabric of civilization is a delicate thing to keep intact. This fabric can be torn by extreme acts, natural disasters, war, and can cause the threads we feel between us to fray.
            Perhaps the USA deserves Trump? 
            Those who voted for him, got him.
       The rest of us must defend our values and not give in to despair.  Now is the time to resist, rise up, and rebel. 

Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Bernie: Too Big to Fail...

On June 7th, Hillary Clinton will likely win the California primary, essentially securing her the Democratic presidential nomination. For the former first lady, senator of New York, and secretary of state, this has been a surprisingly arduous political contest. I have said (and still believe) Hillary Clinton is the most qualified candidate for president; however, an impressive resume doesn’t automatically make her electable. Full disclosure, I support democratic-socialist, Senator Bernie Sanders, and believe in the political revolution his campaign has inspired. Moreover, I think Bernie Sanders stands the best chance of beating the Republican nominee - Donald Trump. Accordingly, I continue to support Sanders until he officially suspends his campaign (which I begrudgingly realize is coming soon.) So as we approach the conclusion of this energetic primary (and before directing our attention to this summer’s conventions in Cleveland and Philadelphia), let’s reflect on why anyone would still support the long shot candidate from Vermont. 
     For one, Bernie Sanders has ignited a “political revolution” and backing away from any revolution, especially after becoming so invested, is not so easy. Perhaps the cynical will invariably scoff at such hyperbole, but what else to label this inspiring movement? The Sanders campaign can rightfully label itself a ‘revolution’ because Sanders has influenced and changed the minds of millions of young and newly-registered voters to actually engage in a political process that many had all but given up on. A number of Sanders’ supporters are also first-time Democrats. Thus, even if Sanders loses California, he has already won a number of delegates, captured 20 states, and raised $210 million in funds. The DNC must acknowledge that Sanders has effectively changed the game. If and when there is a transitional moment for Sanders to publicly endorse Clinton, it will need to be at the convention, or before; otherwise, a number of Sanders’ emotionally-invested and passionate supporters could become finicky with party procedure (especially, realizing their candidate is not going to win) and become further disengaged and totally turned off by politics altogether.     
     Sanders has changed the conversation, raised our consciousness, and reinvigorated the Democratic Party in exciting ways, but it is now up to his supporters and the DNC to continue carrying this enthusiasm into future movements. As Sanders reminded us at the start of this campaign, “No president can bring about the changes working families deserve.” And “No president can do what needs to be done alone.” This is important - an ongoing revolution will take millions of courageous and compassionate people to achieve, which would still be the case if Sanders has a comeback, clinches the nomination, and becomes president.
     Throughout the campaign Sanders has forced Clinton to defend her presumably progressive stance on a number of issues. Sanders has criticized Clinton’s support and ongoing relationship with Wall Street banks, inferring this makes her ill-equipped to enforce any real regulations. She has also taken contributions from fossil-fuel companies, making her equally weak on climate change. And, of course, Clinton has been unable to shake her 2002 vote authorizing the war in Iraq.  
     On the other hand, Bernie’s message has remained consistent - get money out of politics and out of the pockets of the billionaire class (i.e., the 1%). The most significant value that sets Sanders apart from any candidate is that he is not owned by the banks, nor the lobbyists who place profit before people. Sanders has not received contributions from any super pac. He should be commended and emulated for this. In fact, it would behoove Clinton and the Democratic Party, to promote and work to repeal Citizen’s United for good.   
     Most refreshing, Sanders is doing something long overdue - holding the Democratic Party and our political process itself accountable to the values it purports to uphold. There are millions hungry for a new kind of politics. But can the Democratic Party speak to those Bernie has brought into the tent and to do so in a genuine way? I hope those who have supported Senator Sanders will realize the importance of staying involved in politics. If Bernie can hold the Democrats accountable, what prevents us from continuing to hold ourselves accountable? We can carry on this political revolution. Newly-registered Democrats now have the ability to support candidates who uphold the values Senator Sanders espouses: renewable and sustainable energy alternatives, environmental justice, prison divestment, criminal justice reform, a humane and sensible immigration policy, universal healthcare, tuition-free college, etc.
     So we arrive at the question that may keep some in the Clinton camp awake at night - will Sanders suspend his campaign respectfully, encouraging his supporters to fall in line with the rest of the Democratic Party and vote Clinton? And if Sanders does this, who can say his supporters will vote Clinton? Is Clinton able to get people excited enough to get out the vote and do so with the same grassroots fervor? I doubt it. Which is why we get back to why I am still supporting Bernie - he is the only candidate who could possibly beat candidate ‘Trump-enstein’ in the general election. For instance, I have even anecdotally heard people say they would go so far as to vote Trump so as to “guarantee a revolution.” However, what these voters fail to comprehend is that politics is not a zero-sum game. Just because you’re candidate doesn’t win, shouldn’t mean you give up on everything.
     I am not ashamed for sticking with the “socialist Jew” until the bitter end. This is all part of the primary process, and part of a healthy democracy. (As we may recall, Hillary Clinton was also still in the race at this point back in 2008.) The major differences that separate Sanders from Clinton are significant and should cause us all to advocate for real reform, but these differences are not large enough to completely ignore our collective responsibility come November - to get out the vote. 
     If you’re not convinced to vote for Hillary Clinton, fine - that’s her job to do (besides, the game is not over, yet.) But please any reasons for not voting Clinton should not be because Bernie didn’t go all the way. I don’t think Clinton needs to come off as America’s best friend, just reasonable enough to run our country, which I think she is. Our ideal candidate may not be the one to run in the general election, but I am excited to see more people standing up for progressive values. I believe if we keep at it, and continue to hold ourselves accountable, our day will come. But only if we keep up the fight and stay in the game. 
    I know Bernie would.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Got Privilege?

My first visit to Louisville, Kentucky was in the late-eighties. My father (who was then chief of police in Westbrook, Maine) took our family on a road trip to Kentucky to attend a police convention. I even invited a childhood friend (whose dad was also a cop). As kids we thought police were cool. COPS aired Sunday nights on Fox, I dressed-up in my dad’s old uniforms, and played ‘cops and robbers’ with children in the neighborhood. I even skipped school once to watch one of those corny Police Academy movies. This was the world I knew and, like my white privilege, this upbringing socialized my perspectives on the world.
        The second time I visited Louisville was in March 2015, this time I was there to examine and challenge this socialization while attending the White Privilege Conference (WPC) with Dean Mary Watson and some colleagues from The New School.

The WPC is a gathering of students, educators, social workers, administrators, members of faith organizations, lawyers, and, yes, police. Dr. Eddie Moore held the first WPC in Iowa in 1999 and has been meeting in cities throughout the US ever since. When I spoke with Dr. Moore before the conference, he told me when he first thought of the idea, people advised him to “Change the name to something more palatable like the ‘diversity’ conference.” Critics decried that the powerful title 'white privilege' would invariably turn people away. This has not been the case. Over the years, the WPC has become more popular. At this year's conference, there are close to three-thousand attendees. (Admittedly, some locals I encountered in Louisville were confused by the title, thinking it was a conference encouraging white supremacy.)
        According to its website, The WPC “offers solutions and team-building strategies for anti-racist organizers to work toward a more equitable, just, and humane world.” Attendees gather to learn about power, privilege, and oppression in not only America, but internationally, and (perhaps toughest of all) internally. This was to be a strikingly different experience from my childhood trip to the city of bourbon and BBQ, but one I was glad to have had to reflect on when considering the ongoing discriminatory practices of law enforcement against black lives alongside the militarization of police throughout our communities. What seemed cool as an ignorant child now seemed perverse and unjust as an adult.   
       
A week before the WPC, President Obama spoke from Selma to commemorate and honor the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday in which civil rights activists were brutally attacked by Alabama State Police when attempting to cross the Edmund Pettus Bridge on March 7th 1965. The President said, “If Selma taught us anything, it’s that our work is never done – the American experiment in self-government gives work and purpose to each generation.” 
      Part of the work happening at the WPC was just that - to give purpose and to inspire the work of future generations to not only learn about the specious tenants of racism, but to develop ways of dismantling them as well. The WPC creates a safe place for people to openly discuss and understand race and privilege. Like any other conference, there were inspiring keynote speeches, informative workshops, performances, film-screenings, and lots of networking opportunities. But one of the more challenging (and unique) aspects of the conference was at the close of each day when attendees broke-up into their respective 'caucuses' - white people met with whites, black people with blacks, asian people with asians... Each caucus was led by a trained facilitator. The point of the caucuses were for people from similar racial groups to freely talk through what they had learned and/or were having trouble understanding. 
      I was surprised by the amount of ignorance evident in my own white caucus. I assumed most people here had already done some anti-racist workshops. Of course, many were well-intentioned liberals -some who had, yes, done the work to understand their own privilege, some volunteered time in underserved communities. Nevertheless, it became clear even the most well-meaning whites (myself included!) have a lot of work to do.  
      To be fair, these attendees were at least working to understand and challenge their prejudice and privilege. Most white people prefer outright ignore their advantaged position in society. We are oblivious to these benefits and often refuse to even acknowledge that white supremacy has been with the United States since its inception and (despite the accomplishments of the Civil Rights Movement, the election of the first black President, etc.) is still alive and well. 
     
White supremacy is expressed in America explicitly (through the attacks and violence we continue to see against black bodies by domestic terrorists or perpetrated by the state through the hands of authorized police) and implicitly (through unjust voting laws, lack of access to equal-opportunities like education and jobs, to racially biased mandatory minimums alongside our profitable prison industrial complex.) Bigotry, racism, and fear continue to deprive people from engaging in any politics to realistically address the role systemic racism and white supremacy play in the creation and perpetuation of this American empire. 
      As a white, able-bodied, heterosexual, man in this country, I take so much for granted. Consequently, my perspective and experience with race is limited, because I have the luxury  of ignoring it. I must work to understand, address, and curb my own internalized racism, which appears in my socialized mind as externalized racial superiority. (i.e., “If you’re white, you’re all right.”) If I hope to enact any real change in this world, I must start with myself. I must recognize that this system has -through no fault of my own- advantaged people like me and disadvantaged others. This oppression has always been both unfair and hypocritical. What is my fault is when I don’t call this system out, or worse, reap the benefits from its ongoing existence. 
      Talking about race can be tough; especially, for white people and yet, white people are almost always racially comfortable. This comfort becomes accustomed, expected, and entitled. Dr. Robin DiAngelo defines this as 'white fragility'. Accordingly, when white people here the phrase ‘white privilege’ they often take umbrage because they only hear ‘privileged’ whites – this is a common defense mechanism socialized into us. 
      Whites often feel the term ‘white privilege’ somehow delegitimizes their own struggle and adversity (i.e., “I came from poverty. I worked hard! My family and people had it rough too!”) True. No one can ever fully understand where each of us came from, nor the struggles we traversed to get here; however, to ignore structures that have benefitted and continue to entitle some, while blatantly discriminating and attacking others is not helpful for any of us. Most importantly, no matter who we are, white supremacy keeps us all in poverty.
      Accordingly, we must begin to dismantle the systems that continue to keep so many of our brothers and sisters in chains. Much of this work will need to be done in our communities, together (i.e., "We the people, united, will never be defeated.") And as we approach an election year that is already shaping-up to be a lively one, we must recognize #BlackLivesMatter will and should continue to disrupt these proceedings so as to ensure our presidential candidates not only address the need for Racial Justice but provide concrete policies and proposals on how they will makes this an integral part of their administration.
      
President Obama also said from Selma, “action requires we shed our cynicism. For when it comes to the pursuit of justice, we can afford neither complacency nor despair.” Obama went on to reject the notion that “nothing has changed.” He continued, “What happened in Ferguson may not be unique, but it’s no longer endemic, or sanctioned by law and custom; and before the Civil Rights Movement, it most surely was. We do a disservice to the cause of justice by intimating that bias and discrimination are immutable, or that racial division is inherent to America. If you think nothing’s changed in the past fifty years, ask somebody who lived through the Selma or Chicago or L.A. of the Fifties.”  
       Agreed, things have changed; however, the work is never complete. And, to be fair, many experience racism in this country as something 'endemic' and there is still, racism that is 'sanctioned by law' in this country. Accordingly, I hope we can shift our perspectives toward humility and away from narcissism and fear. We need to learn about other people’s experience so as to work collaboratively in creating a more just and equitable society. Most importantly, we must do this work from a place of love. 
      After all, this work isn’t -as WPC keynote speaker Loretta J. Ross warned- “about calling people out. This work is about bringing people in.” Indeed, let’s bring more people in and let’s also lean in to the difficult conversations - unafraid of making mistakes as we grow together. We must acknowledge our racial, ethnic, and religious differences through not only the adversity but through celebrating our identities as the “joyous explorations in ambiguity” that they are.

Friday, May 22, 2015

This Changes Nothing...



Not much has changed since Naomi Klein published her book in Fall 2014, This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs. the Climate. Instead, a dire situation only continues to deteriorate. That same week, world leaders gathered at the UN to set goals to “reduce carbon emissions, strengthen climate resilience, and mobilize political will.” They were also there to agree on an ambitious goal to limit the rise in global temperature by no more than 2-degrees Celsius in the coming years. Three-hundred-thousand also took part in a People’s Climate March to show solidarity with those fighting on the frontlines against the extraction industry. Later that same week, hundreds of activists “flooded” Wall Street, to draw attention to the ways our economic system continues to place profit above the needs of not only this planet but the survival of everyone on it. Indeed there was much education, energy, and emotion driving “climate action week.”  Many were poised and ready to do more.
 
 
But, frustratingly, there has been no abrupt, sweeping change to anything, let alone everything. We’re still consuming and polluting like we have multiple eco-systems to spare. Sure, there have been moderate steps taken in the right direction, and lots of awareness concerning the science of climate change, but nothing close to what is realistically needed to begin rolling-back the inevitable effects of our industrial-era binge. Climate change will happen and is happening. Just because this winter was the coldest on record throughout North America, does not mean it wasn’t the warmest globally. The weather is getting wilder and weirder. So, how will we adapt?
 
It is inspiring to read about the noble efforts and hard-won victories from the Climate Justice Movement. For instance, environmental activists worked alongside indigenous communities to succeed in blocking the development of the XL Oil pipeline. Universities (like The New School) and cities have divested from fossil-fuel companies. The state of New York (standingwith four European countries) agreed to ban hydraulic fracturing. Students, activists, educators, and yes, even entrepreneurs continue to remain committed to enacting real change. Nevertheless, despite these wins, the climate justice movement suffers no delusions about how difficult it will be to truly change everything.
 
Small victories have taken place, but they do not outweigh the surge of ongoing developments that continue to challenge and damage the limits of our environment. While the climate justice movement rallies in the streets and takes the fight to the courts, the extraction industry and its powerful influence ensures valuable interests and profits are protected. For example, while we debated the XL oil-pipeline, the United States added 11,600 miles of pipeline over the last decade, increasing its capacity by a quarter.
 
 
What is most troubling about Klein’s book is the sheer magnitude of the change we’re tasked to collectively make now, so as to potentially delay the collapse of civilization. Extreme weather patterns throughout the foreseeable future are inevitable, what is frightfully unclear is how humanity will react. Likely, obliviously, and stupidly – there is no denying a horrible truth staring right back at us – our stupid, wasteful ‘stuff’. Human consumption, and all its many incantations of flavors, needs, and demands, consumes at an insatiable, unrelenting pace and doesn’t seem to abate. Sure, we can talk a good game about climate action: reduce, reuse, recycle, plant a community garden, but we’re still locked into a trajectory that does not bode well for our ongoing survival.
 
 
Robert N. Stavins opines about “Climate Realities” in The New York Times. He writes, “In theory, we can avoid the worst consequences of climate change with an intensive global effort over the next several decades. But given real-world economic and, in particular, political realities, that seems unlikely.” Unlikely indeed; for instance, although the U.N. has set a goal of keeping global temperatures from rising no more than two-degrees Celsius above preindustrial levels, China alone “is expected to add the equivalent of a new 500-megawatt coal-fired electric plant every 10 days for the next decade.”
 
 
And what of the extraction industry, which remains steadfast in pursuing profits at whatever costs? As Bill McKibben made clear in his 2012 essay, “Global Warming’sTerrifying New Math”, one of the greatest challenges facing the Climate Justice movement is finding a way to convince the most profitable corporations in the world (e.g., ExxonMobil, et. al.) that they will need to leave at least 80 percent of the carbon they have claims to in the ground. Meaning all that property and resources investors are counting on cannot be touched. How can we convince these companies (along with their multi-million-dollar lobbying firms) to just walk away from trillions in wealth?
 
 
McKibben’s 350.org cautions that "to preserve a livable planet, scientists tell us we must reduce the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere from its current level of 400 parts per million (ppm) to below 350 ppm. Right now we're at 400 ppm, and we're adding 2 ppm of carbon dioxide to the atmosphere every year. Unless we're able to rapidly turn that around and return to below 350 ppm this century, we risk triggering tipping points and irreversible impacts that could send climate change spinning truly beyond our control."
 
 
It is difficult to comprehend how climate deniers continue to have any clout. It seems like every month a new report is published communicating the urgency and irreversibility of the real changes that will in fact change everything. For instance, just this week, NASA published a report indicating the likelihood that the Larsen B ice-shelf would break-off and melt sooner than initially predicted. This also tends to be the frightening trend of any updated climate report - the predictions are always adjusted, but never in the affirmative, only to further perpetuate a presumably hopeless situation.
 
 
Perhaps this is the reason it is so intoxicating to fall in-line with the climate deniers camp? Ignorance (or oblivion) is bliss. Better to pretend everything is okay; especially, if you're privileged enough to benefit off the valuable resources of this planet. But what happens when the effects of climate change begin to really affect our communities? It's easy for Americans to ignore the affects of climate change when it is happening over there, but when the waters begin to rise in Miami, water becomes increasingly scarce in Los Angeles, and New York City swelters through extreme summers and braces for winters with "super-storms", deniability would be laughable if the subject wasn't so depressing.
 
 
When talking climate change, conversations tend to display a wide-range of emotions: dismissive, extreme, cynical, outright refusal, etc. Accordingly, this is because there is one thing that remains the same for all of us, climate change affects everyone, thus it is inherently personal (whether we admit it, or not). Naomi Klein explains that This Changes Everything was the toughest book she has ever written. As a recent mother, Klein wrestles with raising her child in this “the age of extinction.” But despite the grim realities facing future generations, Klein remains hopeful. Her time spent with activist and indigenous tribes fighting the extraction industry (i.e., “blockadia”) helped her “to imagine various futures that were decidedly less bleak.” But Klein leaves her reader with the sense that the climate justice movement will need to ready itself for a broader battle.
 
 
Accordingly, Chris Hayes warns in his essay, “The New Abolitionism”, That “there is no way around conflict with this much money on the line, no available solution that makes everyone happy. No use trying to persuade people otherwise.” In the same issue of The Nation, Naomi Klein again connects the struggles of the Climate Justice movement with consumerism. She writes, “Climate change is not a problem that can be solved simply by changing what we buy… At its core, [this] is a crisis born of overconsumption by the comparatively wealthy, which means the world’s most manic consumers are going to have to consume less.”
 
 
Of course, consuming less is not a phrase in the lexicon of multi-national corporations making billions off the continued abuse to our ecosystem, let alone the millions of first and developing-world consumers demanding the comforts of modern industrial living. As natural resources such as our air, water, and soil continue to become unsuitable for the propagation of life on this planet – religions, communities, and ideas will fight to survive. The wealthy will try to protect themselves and their property through security systems and isolation. But no one will be exempt from the repercussions of our industrial-era actions.
 
 
Despite all this, think tanks, lobbying firms, and institutes are all pushing efforts for broader fossil-fuel exploration alongside, continued exploitation of the local communities in the way of corporate interests. Humanity has become the key causality of late capitalism. For instance, consider the Hudson Institutes recent report titled, “Energy: The West’s Strategic Opportunity in the Eastern Mediterranean”, which outlines the “geostrategic significance of the middle east.” The report draws attention to recent hydrocarbon discoveries in the Mediterranean Sea and goes on to encourage ‘the west’ to unlock the “economic and geostrategic benefits of the East Med’s energy potential.” The bulk of the report reads as a warning to ‘the West’, which must pro-actively (i.e. militarily) “secure” interest in the region, or lose all that valuable fossil fuel to another regional player. This report is just an example of the many delusions intoxicating the structures of power that determine the fate of our planet.
 
 
I would like to believe our species is capable of reasonably confronting this huge challenge. But I also fear this is an unrealistic and idealistic lie we tell ourselves. Can this really be the subject that mobilizes people enough to create a catalyst for a just and equitable society as a whole? Likely not... But if we could, if there is to be hope, we must present and develop viable economic alternatives to the extraction industry. As Klein writes, “One way or another, everything is going to change. But at least for this moment, it is still up to us to contribute to this change and what it will look like.”
 
 
The climate justice movement has a costly and difficult task ahead of itself. It is no wonder many are already suffering from burnout. In order to make the changes required to potentially slow the effects of climate change, the international community must work collaboratively and cooperatively – two qualities hard to imagine in this volatile geopolitical landscape. Even if we reduce emissions, regulate the extraction industry, and everyone is engaged in a lock-step effort to enact real change, the planet is still poised for a wild and weird ride.
 
 
Still hanging on…





 

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Uncle Bob

Dr. Robert Allanach, PhD
Today at the St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church in New Orleans, Louisiana. My uncle, Dr. Robert “father Bob” Allanach, PhD, was laid to rest. 

To lose a brother, an uncle, a husband, and a "father" to so many who looked to him for counsel and advice? Another grim reminder of that truth Jim Morrison sang about back in the late sixties - "No one here get's out alive." Nevertheless, we all leave behind our reputation's lasting influence and example for others to honor and celebrate. So what was my Uncle's?

Despite the emptiness that has replaced the place Robert formally inhabited physically, I know he still very much walks with us. In fact, I have been thinking a lot about him since his passing on Sept. 8th. I have been asking myself - what would Robert say in response to this statement? How would Robert act in this situation? I laughed. I chuckled. I nodded. Sure, I realized Robert may have come across as too intense, sardonic, or damn straight honest to some, but fuck 'em. Don't interesting people often come across as 'too intense'? My uncle was direct and he despised bullshit.

Thankfully my uncle Robert was a man of principle who valued social justice and practicing good deeds onto others. He followed and lived by the teachings of Jesus Christ. He worked in prisons, the church, and as a clinical psychologist. Robert defended the rights of others and stood up for those who no one else stood up for. He believed people could create and establish positive change; accordingly, he spent his life seeking to do good and did. I encourage you to read the post my father wrote about Robert's life (reposted below the break.)  

Today as Robert's family and friends gather in the city he loved so much, I recall back to the pleasant childhood memories when we all lived in Maine. I recall enjoying the smell from my uncle's pipe when he would visit. I remember his wit, humor, and loud, jovial laugh. I always respected and was proud to see people looking to my uncle and my father for advice and meaning in their lives. Sure, my uncle and father had a healthy sibling rivalry. Although they didn't always see eye-to-eye, or agree on everything (and who ever does?), they managed to always get along and find deeper purpose and truth in life through constructive dialogue and debate. Despite their differences, I always respected the similarities they shared. I will miss these memories, but I will remember them so they're not forgotten.

Finally, I'm also happy to know my uncle found love in his life, our heart goes out to his husband, Keegan Allanach, during this difficult time of mourning. I was also glad to have been able to talk to my uncle, even if only over the phone, before he passed from this life. As usual, Uncle Robert was honest and unabashedly direct about his situation, and was more interested in hearing about my life than kvetching about his own lot. Now, we can only allow his lasting influence to advise us.

With love, light and peace Uncle Bob. Peace out.


DR. ROBERT C. ALLANACH, PhD (9-25-1949 - 9/8/2014)
By Ronald Allanach, PhD

SLIDELL, LA ---- Dr. Robert C. Allanach, 64, of Slidell Louisiana, a fierce lion for the rights of disenfranchised children and their rights from Greater Portland, Maine, to Oklaholma, Honolulu and New Orleans died Monday, Sept 8, 2014, at Slidell Memorial Hospital, where he struggled for two weeks with plasia white blood cell thymona, a rare and incurable illness.

Robert was born in Lewiston, Maine, September 25, 1949, spending his youth in South Portland, Maine, graduating from South Portland High School, Class of 1968.

Robert was founder of the Little Brothers Association of Portland, Maine, on May 18, 1972, an agency still existing for over 42 years today helping struggling children. The start was Huckleberry House, Eastern Prom.

Robert, a former member of the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate (OMI) for over 35 years, served with the US Department of Justice, Bureau of Prisons in Oklahoma and CT. While in Oklahoma at risk of losing his job and despite threats, Robert took on the US Govt which was manipulating to close the schools for poor Native American children. The schools remained open.

Robert later went on to become the Director of Boys Hope/Girls Hope of New Orleans for several years, also serving the parish of St. Joan De Arch in New Orleans. Robert loved New Orleans and especially had great joy showing out of town guests "his" city.

For over a two decades, Robert served the New Orleans Police Commissioner in the capacity of Police Chaplain responding to many desperate calls by officers who needed help for the mentally ill. Later, Robert sadly left the Oblates, feeling the Church was "too confining." Robert worked later as State Mental Health Director of Louisiana, LSU Health Medical Sciences Center, New Orleans, CEO, Youth Bureau of St Tammy and Washington Parishes.

Robert's two most wonderful times that brought him great happiness were when he purchased his home in Slidell where he enjoyed working in the gardens of his beautiful home, sitting and listening to the birds. The other was his marriage to Keegan B. Allanach, in Hawaii a year ago. Robert was finally at home and meeting his Love that brought him so much joy to his last days.

Robert during the last few years of his life realized his dream of opening his own private practice in Slidell, LA providing therapy to individuals, couples and families. Beyond his private practice, Dr. Allanach was also an active consultancy with Medical Management Options, providing behavioral health care services to MMO's IOP and PHP programs in Louisiana and Mississippi.

Dr. Allanach held an undergraduate degree in Justice Management and Theology from Chaminade University of Honolulu; a M.Div. degree from Boston College; a MA degree in counseling from Emmanuel College in Boston; a doctorate in clinical studies and psychology from Andover Newton, Newton Centre, MA.

Dr. Allanach completed his clinical internship at Massachusetts General Hospital's Charlestown Mental Health Unit. He completed his residency training at the Elan School in Poland, Maine under the clinical supervision of the late Dr. Gerald Davidson, MD, who served on the faculty of Harvard Medical School. Dr. Allanach also received training at Our Lady of Holy Cross College, New Orleans in clinical supervision.

He was certified Fellow of the American Association of Pastoral Counselors, Life Fellow of the American Orthopsychiatric Association, Fellow and Diplomate of the American Board of Medical Psychotherapists, Diplomate of the American Psychotherapy Association, Clinical Member American Psychological Association, Clinical Fellow of the American Association of Marriage and Family Therapy, Clinical Member American Group Psychotherapy Association, and Board Certified Group Psychotherapist with the National Registry of Board Certified Group Psychotherapists.

Dr. Allanach published articles on juvenile delinquency risk factors, mental health issues, and clinical supervision. He also authored "This Hurting Place".
Above all else, he was a friend and supporter to all.

Robert is predeceased by his father, Harry Allanach and mother, Christine Norris Allanach, and is survived by his spouse, Keegan B. Allanach, twin brother, Dr. Ron Allanach, , and his spouse, Ben Lorgeranon,of New Westminster, British Columbia, a sister, Denise Tibbetts and her husband Dennis of Cumberland, Maine, brother, Thomas Allanach Sr., and his wife Mary-Ann of Nashua, NH, nieces Laurie Tibbetts of New Orleans, and Jessica Tibbetts of Los Angeles, nephews, Nicholas Allanach, spouse, Ena Hashimoto, New York City, and Nathan Allanach and partner Misty of Harriman, NY, Thomas Allanach Jr., Tolland Ct., Mary, Nashua NH, Mark Allanach, Santa Ana, CA, adopted sons, Dr. Murat Gemici., MD, Denver, and Robert E. Cooper and spouse Geraldine Cooper and one granddaughter, Solynn Cooper of Slidell, LA.


Celebratory service and prayers will be Sept 27, 2014, at St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church, New Orleans, LA. At Robert's wish, In support of life, the body was donated to advance medicine through Science Care, a whole body donor program. 

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Mira's Method

Mira Erickson (1971)

In June, the International Center of Catholic Charities, lost its esteemed and beloved director, Mira Nikolic Erickson (1940 - 2014). Her memorial service was held in the place she worked and dedicated much of her energy - the center itself. Former students, volunteers, friends and family gathered on this occasion to honor and reflect on the life of this “classy,” “inspirational,” and driven matriarch, who spent so many late nights and early mornings ensuring the projects she focused her positive energy and expertise on succeeded. 

Four years ago, while earning a certificate in teaching English at the New School, I met Mira when searching for a place to gain invaluable teaching experience. The International Center (then located on twenty-third street) had a history and reputation for volunteerism and civic engagement. Mira interviewed me and asked if I’d be willing to offer a structured class of my own creation for one night a week. I agreed and have been doing so ever since. From that initial meeting, I knew that despite the warm smile and support, Mira was someone who did not suffer fools. I would be given an opportunity to prove myself - nothing more. She had little patience for pettiness or negativity, but was always supportive and encouraging to those willing to work and better themselves. Mira also had a unique way of finding the best in people and giving them opportunities to act on these better qualities.

Mira new what it was like to arrive in a new place alone, but so full of hopes and dreams. She came to the United States in 1962 as a student from Yugoslavia. Mira came here to complete the degree she had started at the University of Belgrade at Smith College, the esteemed independent women’s liberal arts school located in Northampton, Massachusetts. It was refreshing to hear stories of Mira’s youthful adventures from her longtime friends and colleagues, It was also inspiring to reflect back on the historically significant decade she would live through while attending school as a young women.

In the late sixties, Mira began working with Dr. Caleb Cattengo in New York. Dr. Cattengo would establish Educational Solutions in 1968 and transform the field of language teaching by developing his “the Silent Way,” which  became “an approach to teaching languages that let students do all the talking. The teacher guides students into correcting their own mistakes, giving them first-hand experience navigating the ‘new’ language.” Mira was a lifetime proponent of Cattengo’s approach. She gave her teachers and students room to grow and to acquire knowledge through their own efforts. Admittedly, teachers and students accustomed to more disciplinary, or teacher-driven lessons, would find Cattengo’s unconventional “Silent Way” challenging; nevertheless, learning itself is a challenge that ultimately lives with the individual student, not the teacher. This is not to say that Cattengo’s “Silent Way” completely disregards the needs of the student. The “Silent Way” does not mean there are no grammar lessons or tests; however, the impetus for learning must come from the student, thus allowing the learner more autonomy to grow and own the newly acquired knowledge. 

Ultimately, Mira would appropriate Cattengo’s silent way and take it further by establishing her own (un-official) “method.” Mira’s method was one in which the student became part of a supportive and unique learning community, where no student was ever left alone. By providing a place of support for students to not only learn the language, but to also gain confidence and self-assurance to ultimately acquire communicative proficiency. She wanted all her students and immigrants to go, as Mira so succinctly put it, “from newcomer to New Yorker.” And part of becoming a “New Yorker” was for each student to develop their own unique voice and story.

When I reflected on Mira’s life at her memorial, I thought of the incredible and inspiring influence she had on so many immigrants lives. Accordingly, I decided it would be most apt to read from Emma Lazarus’s poem, “The New Colossus” (which is mounted on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty). And like that mighty statue, that stands so proudly in our great city’s harbor, Mira was a true guiding light to those the “tempest-tost” onto this land. Mira Erickson was “a mighty woman,” who, in so many ways, was also a “Mother of Exiles” to those who came to her for support. Although she will be missed, her influence still burns bright in the dreams and lives of the many students and immigrants she helped become New Yorkers.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Esperanza's Workshop

Esperanza Spalding with her beautiful afro.
By Nicholas Allanach

Last night, Esperanza Spalding showcased ten new songs to a sold-out house of young fans and older Jazz aficionados, all were eager to hear the “prodigy from Portland” perform as the headlining act of the 92y Soul Jazz Festival. What was most amazing about last night’s performance, wasn’t the reaction to Spalding’s new music, but the new appearance (or persona) of the artist herself.  

Spalding is a world-renowned vocalist, bassist, and composer whose melodic voice and compositions have a growing and dedicated following of fans. Her sound is soulful, melodic, diverse, and honest. I’m not totally familiar with Spalding’s work, but from what I’ve heard, I’m intrigued and fortunate to have had the opportunity to be exposed to her new material last night. 

Spalding, like most celebrities, has a distinct image. Elvis had his hair and swaying hips. And Sinatra was rarely without cigarette and cocked fedora. Invariably, the public begins to associate certain character attributes, codes or images to these popular figures - Spalding is no exception to these rules and customs of our celebrity culture.

Instead of enjoying Spalding’s powerful and moving set, the audience was consistently distracted by this “new Spalding.” Throughout the show, I was approached by over fifteen members of the audience (no exaggeration) who honestly believed that the performer on stage was “not Esperanza Spalding!”  

Admittedly, Esperanza was workshopping new songs (e.g., some of my favorites were “Shine,” “Vanishing Point,” and “Funk the Fear,” which did seem to awaken the crowd from its self-induced shock). Accordingly, the material was unfamiliar to even her most ardent of fans. Also, someone introduced her to the crowd at the start of the show under a pseudonym (which I didn’t catch, but heard later from my colleagues and some patrons.) Needless to say, this “new” Spalding wasn’t so new that you couldn’t appreciate her work as her work. She still played the electric bass with the same elegance, ease, and expertise that only Spalding can achieve.

What happened last night was Spalding, the artist, workshopped a new image and sound that her fans were not ready for. Perhaps Spalding’s transition was not as dramatic as Bob Dylan moving from acoustic to electric guitar, or the Beatles remaking themselves as "the Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band." This is the artist challenging the comforts and conventions we hold over them and expect them to adhere to. Think of David Bowie’s transition to “Ziggy Stardust,” or even Beyonce’s “Sasha Fierce.” Spalding was moving her fans outside of their comfort zones and by doing so, scared them. 

Most surprisingly was the obvious and unmentioned - power of the afro (or, in this case, lack there of!) Yes, Spalding appeared last night sans afro, with straight hair, parted straight down the middle. She wore thick, neon-green “hipster” specks. Spalding’s striking, beautiful afro has become her unofficial trademark. So when her fans saw her hair straightened-out and shiny it shocked them. At first, I thought it might just be a thing that old, white people couldn’t get over and were somehow confused by. But when older black women started approaching me, insisting the woman on stage was “not Esperanza Spalding!” I started to really feel like the joke was on the crowd and that Spalding was really onto something smart.   

Spalding not only challenged the comfortable codes of celebrity culture last night by changing her appearance, she also forced her audience to look beyond her hair and the unsaid racial associations this hairdo inspires. Spalding may have arguably angered and offended some of her fans, but she got them talking. I for one think she looks great with either hairdo, but I can understand the implicit message this type of code-changing signifies to a large part of Spalding’s audience and American society as a whole. 


Judging from last night’s performance, Esperanza's new music held the crowd’s attention enough for them to sit through the set, even if many of them honestly thought they were seeing someone entirely different. What one could also tell from last night’s set that Esperanza Spalding is an artistic and musical force to be reckoned with and she is not just out to please, but to challenge us.