Friday, May 05, 2006

Marchers, Mexicans, and Me

As readers of The Emilio Report well know, Emilio and I had a grand time participating in a protest march in downtown Chicago on Monday, May first. Here are some of the deets (as my dear sister might call them)pertaining to my views of said event:

1. I don’t know who organized the march. I learned about it by word-of-mouth. My sense is that it ended up being organized by any and everyone who promoted and participated in it.

2. The protest was against the exploitation of workers, but it was not just against the exploitation of workers. It was against the exploitation of undocumented workers from other countries who are now living in America. As such, nationality had an important role in the protest.

3. I understand, though, that some of the organizers were adherents of a “majoritarian strategy” and hoped to make the march as inoffensive as possible. For sensible reasons, they requested that marchers carry American flags only and not the flags of other nations (though they were principally worried about Mexican flags, whose vast numbers at a previous protest march in Dallas provoked much criticism in some circles). But I tend to agree with NYU journalism professor Ellen Willis, author of Don’t Think, Smile!: Notes on a Decade of Denial (Beacon Press, 1999), that

No mass left-wing movement has ever been built on a majoritarian strategy. On the contrary, every such movement—socialism, populism, labor, civil rights, feminism, gay rights, ecology—has begun with a visionary minority whose ideas were at first decried as impractical, ridiculous, crazy, dangerous, and/or immoral. (Don’t Think, Smile!, xiv)
The winning formula, as Willis describes it, is

a good cop/bad cop routine in which the liberals dismiss the radicals as impractical sectarian extremists, promote their own ‘responsible’ proposals as an alternative, and take the credit for whatever change results. (Don’t Think, Smile!, xv)

4. In its coverage of the controversy surrounding the protest in Washington, D.C., the Washington Post describes the dynamic in this way:

American social movements have historically been rife with divisions, said
Michael Kazin, a Georgetown history professor. The splits can be damaging if they distract followers, he said -- but they also can signal strength. "I can't think of any important movement in American history that has not had important divisions about strategy and about the ultimate ends," Kazin said.
"The larger the movement is, the more divisions there are. People think, 'This is really important, so there's even more reason to steer it in the right direction.' "
The budding Latino movement's discord over today's event appears to boil down to a rift between groups whose main focus is to work within the system to gain legalization for immigrants and those that want to build a more radical grass-roots workers' movement, Kazin said.
"There's a typical division, you might say, between people who see the need to put pressure on people on the inside and are very happy to have Teddy Kennedy speak at the rally, or even [John] McCain, and folks at the May 1st rally who would not feel comfortable with Congress people," he said, referring to the senators from Massachusetts and Arizona who have sponsored legislation that includes a guest-worker program and a route to citizenship for illegal immigrants.

4. In the scenario Willis and Kazin describe, I identify more with the bad cop, the cultural radical, the sectarian extremist, and "those that want to build a more radical grass-roots workers' movement" (at least today I do). And I agree with the position taken by the Los Angeles-based group, Act Now to Stop War and End Racism (ANSWER), which helped promote the march, that "Ideological cohesion to the T isn't something that is absolutely necessary right now."

5. Though I am no fan of nationalism (a foolish pride in nation, like a foolish pride in race, can be a dangerous distraction), at this protest I identified with the Mexican flag wavers.

6. As it turned out, the protest was a multi-flag event that was dominated by American flags, some of which were enormous. Mexican flags ran a clear, but distant second.

7. My sense was that the diversity of flags and signs and language and colors of people was appreciated and I doubt that many if any immigrants from other countries felt threatened by the Mexican flags in the crowd. The protest had many symbols and many messages and spoke for many different kinds of people. It was less a crystal clear message than it was a cacophony of messages. But I believe the cacophony itself sent a kind of message: cacophony is good; mongrelization is good; immigration is good; excessive love of purity is dangerous.

8. I wanted to stick a little Mexican flag in Emilio’s Baby Bjorn, but didn’t see any place to buy one until we were leaving. I bought one then for three bucks (the plastic version cost a dollar), from a vendor who was selling both American and Mexican flags.

9. That Mexican flag is now displayed in the window of our apartment. I think of it as a pathetic little sign of my solidarity with the many exploited Mexican immigrants who work in this city.

10. I suppose some people might be offended by the sight of a Mexican flag, just as I am offended by the sight of a Confederate flag. But I don’t mind offending people who are offended by Mexican flags.

11. I don’t mind offending people who are offended by pink triangles. Or the hammer and the sickle (that’s the ultimate unity symbol in my book).

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12. When our government was stoking the fires of Francophobia as it ramped up its invasion of Iraq (remember "freedom fries"?), I sought for and failed to find a French flag pin, or a pin that says "Vive L'France!" to attach to my backpack (I still want one). I wouldn’t mind offending people who are offended by French flags.

13. I also don’t mind offending people who are offended by someone singing the national anthem in Spanish and would like to start singing it that way myself.

14. If I were choosing an American national anthem I would, of course, choose Woody Guthrie’s "This Land is Your Land," and I would sing this verse louder than the others:

As I was walkin’, I saw a sign there
And that sign said: “No Tresspassing”
But on the other side, it didn’t say nothing
Now that side was made for you and me.”

14. I don’t think people in other countries pay much attention to the words of the American national anthem. I think they are more likely to be struck by how often we sing it.

15. And for the record: according to the United States Citizenship and Immigration Services Bureau, in the year 2000, the country of origin for 68.7% of the estimated “unauthorized population” in the United States is Mexico (it was 58.3% in 1990, so you would think that the percentage might be higher today). The Pew Hispanic Center paints a different statistical picture, though. According to them, the percentage of unauthorized migrants that are of Mexican origin has remained virtually unchanged for the past decade. Thus, as the PHC would have it, of the estimated 10.3 million unauthorized migrants living in the United States two years ago (March 2004) , about 57 percent were from Mexico, about 24 percent were from other Latin American countries, about 9 percent were from Asia, 6 percent from Europe and Canada, and 4 percent from the rest of the world. Both the PHC and the USCIS agree, however, that Mexicans make up by far the largest group of undocumented migrants. (That's Mexican revolutionary Emiliano Zapata at the center of the table at right.)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Today's Hero

Thanks , mostly, to the influence of Mari and Jack and Julie, I watch The Daily Show with John Stewart pretty much every day (the time-freezer captures it for us). I don't watch its time slot neighbor, The Colbert Report (which is, basically, a satire of The O'Reilly Report), but on my Slate-guided search for commentary about the "Day Without Immigrants" marches, I came across a transcript of the speech Mr. Colbert gave at the annual White House Correspondents Association dinner over the weekend, in which he mocked the man America voted into the Oval Office (said Warlord was at the head table beside him). Wow. All I can say is, Stephen Colbert: you da man. Apparently, Colbert, got the invite after John Stewart refused it. Blogger Jim Henley offers a compelling explanation of why the President was not the only one who didn't think Colbert was all that funny.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Why Blog?

Three Answers (with Helpful Labels!):
1. Social/Practical: It can help you stay in contact with friends and family.
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2. Intellectual/Artistic: It can help you develop thoughts and observations that might otherwise remain shapeless and half-formed.
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3. Psychological/Archival: It can help you notice how the world and your views about it change (or don’t change) over time.
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If I’ve learned one thing about a blog, it is that long entries can be daunting. So after writing a long answer to the question posed in the title of this post, I decided to export the highlights into a shorter, more reader-friendly post (you’ve in it right now; how’s it going?). I invite readers interested in something more than a fast-food snack answer to this question—and my motives for considering the question in the first place—to check out the multi-course sit-down dinner version below.


Friday, April 28, 2006

Why I Started Blogging, What I’ve Learned About Blogging Since I Started Blogging, Why I Continue to Blog, and Why I Hope You Will Start a Blog, Too

I got an e-mail from an old friend yesterday that read, in part: “I was thinking about your suggestion that I start a blog. Now, explain to me the reason? Do people actually read the things -- is it strictly vanity?” When I first read that e-mail, I was taken aback by the vanity theory, but after further reflection I realized that not so very long ago, I might have espoused such a theory myself. Coming out of my head, the theory might have sounded like this: “Why in the world do some people feel so compelled to tell the world what they think? Why do they think the world needs to hear what they have to say?” My own blogging story has radically altered my thinking about this question and by way of answer to old friend’s question, I’m going to tell that story (and send a link to this post in my return e-mail). But to cut to the chase a bit, let me say that I don’t blog for “the world;” I blog for a small group of people that includes my immediate family, my extended family (none of whom live nearby), and a few close friends, some of whom live nearby and some of whom don’t. And in theory at least, it’s a quid pro quo thing. I am interested in hearing what these people are thinking and doing, I know that some of them are interested in what I am thinking and doing, and so I offer a glimpse of the latter, in hopes of getting a glimpse of the former in return.

But there’s more to it than that, and I think the best way to explain how and why I think of blogging the way I do, is to tell my blog story. It goes like this: when Emilio was born, lots of people in my extended family expressed interest in seeing photos of him. Taking a roll of photos, developing them, selecting which ones to reprint, reprinting them, and then mailing them around the world was one way of responding to that interest. Because I now own a digital camera, though, I thought it might be less time-consuming to put the photos on an Emilio website, so I bought such a website. I had difficulty getting it to do what I wanted it to do, though, and as I was plotting a strategy for bending it to my will, I came across the Blogger service run by Google. I decided to try it out to see how easy it would be to make a single blog posting and discovered that it was stunningly simple.


Now, I could have stopped there and used the blog strictly as an Emilio-photo-distribution service. But as some of you well know, my default interactive mode with the world is listening, not talking, and the idea of sending reports and photos out into a vast, unresponsive webworld did not appeal to me in the least. So I thought: if I make Emilio-reporting only one part of my blogwork, maybe I can induce some other people who don’t have newborns to join me in the blogosphere. Lisa and Brian were the first people who came to mind. The three of us talk on the phone all the time, and I am always interested in hearing about the movies or TV shows they’ve enjoyed (and hated) or their thoughts about recent sporting events and basically anything going on in their lives. There are lots of other people whose thoughts I am interested in hearing about, but I suspected I would stand a better chance of getting my sister and brother to go in on this with me than I would of having anybody else. So before giving them my blog address, I asked them to go to www.blogger.com to set up a blogsite for themselves, and to my delight, they both willingly did. Not long afterwards, María José and Melissa joined us. Then my friend Jack came in. And so did my friend Gene. And in almost no time, I found that my blogworld was thick with interesting stories, comments and observations, partially provided by these folks, but also healthily supplemented by other friends (Julie, Jennifer), especially Ruth, who did not start up her own blog, but who commented on everybody else’s so often and at such length, that she might as well have. It was, in short, the Golden Age of Blog.

Now, we are in the Middle Ages. Ruth has had back surgery and can’t use her computer. Gene has gone to Mexico and doesn’t have access to the internet. Jack and María José and Melissa and Lisa are still blogging (and commenting), but not as frequently as they once did. And Brian and I both have seen our flames flicker from time to time. I have tried to recruit other people to join us in the blogworld, and Emilio’s grandmothers have recently become more active presences. But there have also been plenty of times when my posts have received no comments at all and I’ve found myself wondering if I have, in fact, ended up sending out reports and photos out a vast, unresponsive webworld, as I originally feared. At such times, I have sometimes thought: When the world has time for 10% of you, is it better to give them 8% or 15%? I know that sometimes people read my blog and don’t leave a comment because either a) they can’t think of something to say; or b) they don’t want to be bothered by the technology (I guess you have to register to respond?). I understand that. As I said earlier, my default mode is listening, not talking. And I don’t like having my name registered on the Internet anymore than I have to. Maybe, too, some readers think I am writing for another audience and don’t think it’s their input that I’m after. But let me assure you: in a vast, unresponsive webworld, all comments are welcome. And in my experience, the more comments I get, the more I like it. And even if you don’t think you are my target audience, I would still like to know who is in my audience.

I have also come to realize, however, that I will keep putting out the Emilio Report even if I don’t get another comment because, as Ruth has shown me, they'll make a nice scrapbook which Emilio may appreciate some day. I am also going to keep on plugging along with my movie reviews and sports commentary, for the moment at least, partly because I have found it to be addictive (the movie reviews, anyway), partly because I like being able to go back to see what I thought about something after I’ve forgotten what I thought about it, and partly because I’ve found that writing about things, and anticipating writing about them, enriches the way I experience them. Now, I could just write for myself and leave the blogworld out of it, but I’ve also found that an audience is a motivator (even when my audience isn’t always as responsive as I’d like it to be).

Friday, March 24, 2006

March Madness

Fortunately, I am not afflicted by an unhealthy enthusiasm for college basketball (though I did enjoy seeing Kenton Paulino's buzzer beater against West Virginia last night, which got the Longhorns into the elite eight), so I do not suffer from the seasonal malady that affects others (some near and dear) during this month when the 64-team NCAA championship tournament is played. Some time in the days preceding the March 5th Academy Awards show, however, I imagined filling out another kind of championship bracket of Academy Award-winning films. The films would be seeded from 1 to 64 based on the year of their release, so each year, when a new winner is announced, the match-ups would be different. And since my judgments about the value of many of these films is sure to change over time, the result of some of the re-matches would not necessarily be a foregone conclusion.

Rocky (1977) was the first Academy Award-winning film I remember seeing in a movie theater, but between the beginning of this year and yesterday, I’d seen 51 of the last 64 Academy Award-winners, and since then I’ve seen eight more on TV or on DVD: In the Heat of the Night (1968), A Man for All Seasons (1967), Tom Jones (1964), Gigi (1959), Bridge on the River Kwai (1958), All About Eve (1951), and The Lost Weekend (1946). Right now, I have five more to see to fill out my bracket: Marty (1956), The Greatest Show on Earth (1953), An American in Paris (1952), Gentleman's Agreement (1948), and The Best Years of Our Lives (1947). I'm curious to learn if any Academy Award-winning films of years past are the "to see" list of any of the readers of this blog. (Here's a link to a list of all the winners.
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Today, I watched Around the World in 80 Days (1956) for the first time all the way through. I’d actually seen the first five minutes of it on video on Saturday, April 5th, 1986 at the end of the famous Around The World Date, but like many of my travel companions, I promptly fell asleep. Now that I’ve seen it all the way through, I can say that it’s not likely to win many games in a film tournament. I am, however, very glad that I’ve seen it because of my surprising discovery of a bullfighting scene shot in Spain, which was included, I believe, in order to show off Cantinflas’s abilities as a bullfighter (he did not use a stunt double for these scenes). As it turns out, the bullfight was filmed in Chinchón, Spain, which happens to be the same small village in which María José and I were married on May 27, 1994. The bullfights in Chinchón—including the one in this film—actually take place in the town’s plaza central, which on special holidays can be transformed into a bullring by closing the five roads that lead into it. One of the buildings that look out on the plaza is the Ayuntamiento (City Hall), so you could say that Mari and I were married in a bullring.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Certifiable!

As soon as Mari got home from work today, we put on our fancy, church-meetin' clothes and took a taxi to the downtown Sheraton, where Mari and about one hundred other Chicago Public School teachers were to be honored for achieving National Board teaching certification (in addition to Mari, three other teachers from Belmont-Cragin were so honored: Demaris, Jamie, and Julie, seen with Mari in these photos at right on the back row of the risers during the photo shoot). Emilio stayed at the house to help Jack with his voice training. When Julie got off work she came over and she and Emilio hung out while Jack went to the Improv Olympic, where he is now taking classes (it's officially known as "I.O." now because the Olympics sued them!). It's really great to have good friends who are so willing and apparently eager to hang out with Emilio. Thanks again guys!

The big draw of the awards ceremony was the fat check that the Chicago Education Fund (a "venture philanthropy organization") was distributing to all the winners, but I was also curious to hear the seventh scheduled speaker of the night, Richard M. Daley, who has been mayor of Chicago since 1989 (other speakers included Chicago Public Schools superintendent Arne Duncan and the Superintendent of the Illinois State Board of Education Randy Dunn).

Drinks and hors d'oeuvres were the entertainment from five to six, and at six the award winners were invited to take their assigned seats near the front of the ballroom. Daley was about a quarter of an hour late, and I spent that time talking to jazz pianist Steve Million (http://www.stevemillion.com), who had been hired to play for the event (he played while we talked). I really enjoyed watching him work the keyboard (he agreed to pose for this photo at left).

Turns out it was a good idea to wear our fancy, church-meetin' clothes because once the scheduled speakers started delivering their sermons, I felt like I was in church. Most of what was said was intended to congratulate "the profession that makes all other professions possible," and there was some evangelism: "go ye, therefore and preach the good news to your colleagues--they, too, can get National Board Certification (1000 CPS teachers took the test this year; approximately 100 passed). Daley delivered a real fire and brimstone number, though, and while I appreciated the fact that he was saying things that were controversial (and, therefore, interesting), I was actually stunned by the crudity of his xenophobia. He did his best to strike the fear of China and India in the crowd. According to Daley, India and China are poised to destroy the United States in an apocalyptic, winner-take-all education war, after which, we can assume, they will enslave us. I overstate the case (slightly), but he did say that China's commitment to education made it a a "frightening" place to visit. Eek!

Anyway, Mari worked very hard to get National Board Certification and I am very proud of her success. She deserves to be feted and I was glad I could attend the event with her. And if she ever runs for mayor of Chicago, I'll give her my vote.

Monday, March 20, 2006

A Fine Fifteen

As regular readers of mariajrb.blogspot.com know, as of last Monday, March 13th, María José and I have been together for fifteen years. On our anniversary, we started to make a list of one thing we could remember about each year, but we got sidetracked. Since then, I’ve spent some more time thinking about it (and consulting computer files, diaries and photo albums) and have come up with the list below. Some years included several vivid memories of places visited, but I've limited myself to one per year here. It has been quite a ride!

1991 The Grand Canyon

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1992 New Orleans

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1993 Petra, Jordan

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1994 The Trans-Siberian Railroad

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1995 Guilin, China

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1996 Washington, D.C

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1997 Sequoia National Park

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1998 University of Chicago, Hyde Park, Chicago

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1999 Perito Moreno, Argentina

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2000 The Isle of Lewis, Scotland

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2001 New York City

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2002 Port Lligat (Salvador Dali's home), Spain

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2003 San Francisco

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2004 Lake Crescent Lodge, near Olympic National Park, Washington State

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2005 Emilio Ruiz Benton