Saturday, October 24, 2009

RANDOM COINCIDENCE OR DELIBERATE CARICATURE?



The picture on the right contains two images that bear an uncanny resemblance. Contained in the left upper inset is a promotional image used in advertising the latest update of episodes to "Mafia Wars: Moscow," an online Facebook game. Within the bottom right half of the photo is a profile headshot of Vladimir Putin, the former Russian president. Now, we know that Putin served in the KGB (Russian intelligence) prior to being elected president in 1999.

But, to suggest the resemblance is deliberate is a bit of a stretch---not least because what he exactly did while in the KGB remains up for debate (and speculation). Still it does provide some food for thought....

[Note: the Mafia Wars promotional image was retrieved from the following link: http://mwfb.static.zynga.com/mwfb/graphics/mw_promo_moscow_final_228x110_01.gif and the photo of Vladamir Putin was retrieved from this link: http://werichanel.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/vladimir_putin_15_time.jpg.]

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Even Words Need Life Support (A Poem)

Where are the nightingales
That will sing their melodies?

Where is the air
That will carry its echoes
Loud and clear?

Where is the compassion
That will penetrate
The coldest of stoned hearts?

Where is the humanity
That will raise the banner
Of empathy and understanding?



-----------------------Even Words Need Life Support...



The nightingales have fled
To a warmer place,
Far beyond any horizon
Or spec in space
That the telescope can reach
With its piercing eyes.

The air is merely
A container
For disturbing unintelligible clutters
Of noise;
It might as well be a vacuum
Where nothing lives or moves.

Even the word "empathy" could struggle
Many a time,
To find an "a" and an "h"
To complete its spelling.



---------------------Yes, Even Words Need Life Support...



Hearts, like all other organs,
Are stored long periods
In a vaulted--secluded--fridge
With the near-certain assumption
They will be inevitably kept alive
Longer;
'Preservation' is what they call it;
Yet in excessive periods,
Those pieces of 'human meat' risk
Getting petrified and freezer-burnt.

And then what of 'humanity?'
Do many of us even stop to ponder,
Let alone capture,
The roots 'human' and 'humane' found in it?
Are we so distracted,
By humanity's standard--normal--"routine"
Of biological functions
That we have avoided cognizance
Of its broader connotation?

With little forethought,
--And premature haste
Of a dismissive zeal--,
Some may say
It has been lost
In translation.
They thumb through
Dictionaries and foreign language guides.
"No entry,"
They jeeringly grin.

Contracts, laws, procedures, policies, insults
Speeches, depositions, declarations, affidavits, condemnations,
Punishments, and battle cries
Easily find the pens and lips
Of multiple tongues.
But that particular word
Remains alien, unciteable, difficult to pronounce, unintentioned
To us.

-------------------------It is there, and every other meaningful word, [idle ... NEGLECTED by] without Life Support...

Monday, June 22, 2009

Expanding Talent



I have been considering for some time on whether I should create an online gallery to display my artwork. Though I have been drawing (or doodling, some would say) for quite some time, I never really had enough confidence until now to step out into the world and showcase my artistry. The kind of the art I do is more abstract--shapes, patterns, figures, and colors arranged in seemingly unintelligible manner.

It is not that I disdain other forms of art; on the contrary, other artforms serve as only one type of insipiration as I think about what to draw in a given space or how to color a given segment. It is just that I have a "knack" for the 'non-conventional' or 'non-usual' subjects. Admittedly, I have received few visitors, and even fewer comments. Yet I suppose this is normal, given that I am new in this kind of world. I welcome you to visit my gallery, which I will periodically update with further pieces and drop in a line or two, by clicking on the link above. You may also post comments on this blog.

Artfully yours. <3>

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Be Careful What You Pay For....It may not be the "real" thing.

I was browsing the internet, after a long respite, and I happened upon this Yahoo! article. It interested me because it featured a complaint about IMAX presentations. For just about anyone who has gone to an IMAX movie--with it's building-high screen and three-dimensional imagery--the experience is magical and puts him/her in a different world. So when I came upon this article, I first thought this may be some parody of IMAX and that any negativity suggested by the article's headlines should not be taken that seriously. This is especially given the fact that the reported complaint was given by a commedian. But as I looked further into the article, I got really interested and started to wonder if the complaints made were more than just sarcasm in passing. May be this commedian does have a point: that we, as consumers, have become too passive in our dealings with producers and sellers. Whatever the full truth behind this IMAX incident--whatever it may imply for other IMAX showings---the whole gist of the article seemed to re-pronounce an old-age wisdom: be careful what you pay for. The reported response of IMAX's CEO towards the commedian's complaint is no less reassuring in this regard.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Hope for a Saner World--A Poem

http://salad-bowl.blogspot.com/

I pray for the ability to find within myself and within whatever surrounds me:


Hope where others see only despair;
Wisdom where darkness is only experienced;
Knowledge to combat ignorance;
Clarity, Understanding, and Appreciation in the face of vagueness and complexity;
Abundance and Gratitude in the face of scarcity;
Urgency when others are consumed by apathy;
Pragmatism where others are deluded by false promises or excessive euphoria;
Idealism where there is a lack in hope and in the imagination of forward thinking;
Inspiration where others see only emptiness.


Compassion where others perceive and use cruelty for 'protection';
Concern when others are pushed to indifference;
Gentleness and Mercy when and where roughness becomes the order of the day;
Consideration for the plight of the weak while others become convinced or motivated only via greed.


Strength where others find only weakness;
Capability where they only see disability;
Confidence when and where unnecessary doubt prevails.


Acceptability where there is exclusivity;
Equality when others lay claim to privilege;
Love and Appreciation in the midst of hate and disregard.


Honesty when others feel they must lie;
Modesty where arrogance and ostentation are claimed as traits and examples of leadership;
Integrity when others feel they can only cheat their way out of things, or cheat up to things;
Meticulousness when short-cuts are preferred;
Responsibility where obligation is lacking;
Loyalty and Sincerity in face of betrayal.


Diplomacy to counteract tactlessness and offensive behavior.


Calmness in the depths of chaos;
Liberation out of despotism and abuse;
Patience, Productive Resolve, and Measured Action in the face of injustice;
Steadfastness when commitment is shunned or questioned;
Determination in the face of lacking resolve;
Courage and Rationality when and where there is only fear.


A Sense of Security amidst paralyzing uncertainty;
Sensibility to challenge a rush upon judgment;
Restraint where others are so easily motivated by blinding anger;
Skepticism where others are victimized by gullibility;
Trust when and where others are weighted down with suspicion.


Most of all, I pray that I am able to keep my humanity;
So that I can continue to improve;
Continue to be human and humane towards others and towards myself;
Resolved to realize that neither me nor anyone else is, or can be, picture-perfect;
Resolved to realize that I and others can only strive to become better wholes,
Of Our True Selves.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

On 'Radicals' and 'Moderates' : An Exploration of the Meaning of Malcolm X (May 19, 1925- February 21, 1965)



INTRODUCTION: RADICALS AND MODERATES (PARTIALLY) DECONSTRUCTED


Here's some food for thought. What is more likely to be the greatest threat to a society--radicals or moderates?

I know what you may be thinking as you read that line: "You know better than to ask silly questions. The answer should be obvious." But then I would fire back: dear reader, are you so sure it is a worthless and absurd inquiry? Are you sure that the answer is as so obvious?

Let me add a few disclaimers here. This essay is written in honor of Black History Month and of a man who showed the depths of the low-times and high points of the Civil Rights Movement. To some noteworthy extent this person's complexity is a snapshot (or perhaps a microcosm) of the complexities of a series of struggles--the noble and the questionable--which, in their sum, were undertaken to achieve that basic, natural right of recognition of dignity, respect, and (ultimately) of humanity, from fellow humans.

Thus this piece is neither an invitation to, nor a lesson in, conspiracy theorizing. It is a call for reflection on the past with an understanding for both positive anticipation of, and hopeful pragmatism for, the present and the future. It is (I hope) also a reminder to all (including myself) that we must resist the temptation to rush to judgment upon others; like many other things the story of this person, as well as the general points in the broader essay, will show that a better understanding the world and our lives cannot be approached through a black-white lens. The world is full of gray spots and gray planes---and the sooner we realize this fact and act upon it, the quicker (I hope) we will devise better solutions to our baffling problems. Finally it is a reminder that where the gray spots and gray planes are becoming clearer or at least less gray, it is incumbent upon us to affirm and assert this clarity. Both the reservation to a rush in judgment and the defense of the clearer should help us to become wiser and more just.

We normally wouldn't consider moderates as a threat to social order and prosperity. After all, they do nothing out of the usual. They eat, sleep, work, relieve themselves, and have pleasure like the rest of us. But one thing that sets the active among them apart from the rest of the society is this--their ability to affect change. Through patient, wise, and compassionate effort, they are able to effect change that is more profound, more wide-ranging, more enduring. Even moderates, or those under moderating influences, make mistakes. But when they do, and especially if they are of the self-reflective and honest type, they admit to their mistakes and strive in the long process to rectify them. And this honestly is likely to bolster their efforts further.

Yes radicals, too, affect change and that change is likely to carry a punching impact. But it is more likely to be an impact of reactionary effect. That reactionary effect forces the status-quo, the convention, to be more forcefully defended. Or to create a new status-quo that more forcefully props the establishment. Their actions do not challenge people to think or reason, but merely to react in a way that could be guided (some would say "exploited") by an establishment of rulers, opinion makers/pundits, or others of prominent positions or hold on influence or credibility. To such an establishment, therefore, a radical is likely to be a "convenient enemy"--that which one in power or influence would "love to hate"--because the anti-entity's excesses (whether real or imaginary) would serve to justify the entity's increased power or influence/credibility.

The moderate seeking to affect change more peacefully and in "less controversial" terms, on the other hand, would be more threatening--yes, (you read my words correctly) more threatening. Because it would be harder to argue against the moderate--in effect, delegitimize him or her--the moderate would in essence serve as an "inconvenient friend" that the establishment or status-quo would "hate to love." Besides, a radical is discredited more quickly than a moderate, eventually having been seen as merely a counter-productive, reactionary element among his or her own most core supporters. Furthermore the radical faces the inevitable prospect of being declared as undesirable by the establishment and the rest of the society.


MALCOLM X: THE SHINING BLACK PRINCE


Having laid out my general ideas, I think we are now in a position to approach the story I was so anxious to tell at the beginning of this essay. I will discuss a bit on Malcolm X, because he was such a controversial character in his initial positions of opposition to non-violence and of racial separatism. Perhaps, he is equally "controversial" for his deep transformation in the last 1 to 1 1/2 years of his life. And this eclectic mix fits nicely in my search to answer the question posed in the title of this essay.

I am surprised by how much people have focused on Malcolm X's role in the Nation of Islam (NOI) as opposed to taking a broader view of the entirety of his life. To be certain, Malcolm's involvement in the NOI was a crucial part of his person. But such a short-sighted focus ignores two other critical phases of his development into an African-American leader: the tumultuous pre-NOI years and roughly the last two years of his life. In the interests of brevity, I will focus on the latter. Focusing on his NOI days neglects the fact that Malcolm's doubts with the NOI leadership and his trips to the Hajj and Africa and North Africa had profoundly affected his worldviews about the African-American struggle towards equality and dignity. This change was perhaps as deep as, if not deeper than, his initial contact with the NOI.

To claim that Malcolm X was a Black separatist and that he still harbored venomous hatred towards Whites near the time of his death is an estimation that sharply contrasts with Malcolm's own statements laid down in his posthumously-published autobiography and with the numerous statements that he has made in the press during that critical time period. After all, it does not seem plausible that a man who declares that "I have eaten from the same plate, drunk from the same glass and slept in the same bed (or on the same rug)-while praying to the same God with fellow Muslims, whose eyes were the bluest of the blue, whose hair was the blondest of blond, and whose skin was the whitest of white. ...I felt the same sincerity. ... We are truly all the same-brothers" would have us think that he still believed that Whites are devils or were created inferior to blacks for instance.

Malcolm's "By Any Means Necessary" speech late in his life suggests that had not yet learned to fully trust the White majority/ establishment. But we must not forget that that time was the chaotic 1960's whose mixture of high points and deep frustrations produced enormous uncertainty about the Civil Rights Movement. These uncertainty put pressures not only Malcolm but many other prominent Black and non-Black civil rights advocates as well. [We may for instance mention Stokley Carmichel, a promising activist who went from being a president of SNCC (Student Non-Violence Coordinating Committee) to a "prime minister" of the Black Panthers to exile. Carmichel story is too complicated to go to any detail in here. Perhaps, someone else will write an exploratory essay on him.]

Two days before his death, Malcolm was reported to state in an interview:

"Brother, remember the time that white college girl came into the restaurant—the one who wanted to help the Muslims and the whites get together—and I told her there wasn't a ghost of a chance and she went away crying? Well, I've lived to regret that incident. In many parts of the African continent I saw white students helping black people. Something like this kills a lot of argument. I did many things as a [Black] Muslim that I'm sorry for now. I was a zombie then—like all [Black] Muslims—I was hypnotized, pointed in a certain direction and told to march. Well, I guess a man's entitled to make a fool of himself if he's ready to pay the cost. It cost me 12 years. That was a bad scene, brother. The sickness and madness of those days—I'm glad to be free of them." [Malcolm X: The Minutes of Our Last Meeting. Gordon Parks. Malcolm X: The Man and His Times. Ed. John Henrik Clarke, p. 122.]


Some have painted Malcolm's assassination merely as the result of a power struggle between him and Elijah Muhammad, the leader most accredited with building up the NOI to the potent organization it became in the 1950s and 1960s. Some have also believed that his death was the summation of all of his years of being consumed by blind hatred. Both of these ideas apparently prevailed in The New York Times and the LA Times, for example.

I think these reporters were hasty at best, and malicious at worst, because they failed to see and recognize Malcolm's evolution. I am coming to the realization that they failed to see just how profoundly Malcolm had come since his "New York Red" and "Detroit Red" days of bootlegging, prostitution, and hustling. It seems to me that they failed to see that Malcolm had positive potential deeply hidden down beneath his terrible experiences suffered in childhood: he witnessed his family being harassed by the likes of groups such as the Klan and believed his father was killed through foul means. They failed to see how his academic and intellectual gift (he earned straight A's and became class-president of the eight grade in a school based in a community predominated by whites) was soured by the reported lack of faith and confidence from a teacher; it turns that this teacher discouraged from pursuing his goal to go to law school. Apparently they failed to realize how deeply Malcolm had changed within prison by, almost in a single stroke, relinquishing his past criminal vices. With identical energy, he helped develop a sense of purpose and integrity to many socially and economically disenfranchised African-Americans in Harlem.

And yet again they had overlooked, through simple ignorance or deliberately convenient negligence, Malcolm's change of heart away from the NOI. In all of this, the man who met a gruesome and tragic fate was a complex person at a level farther than perhaps most who had estimated--one who had demonstrated the ability to be eloquent, conflicted by a history of troubled experiences, and one who above all demonstrated the ability and courage to be self-reflective and self-conscious as much as he was aware of the suffering of others. Even in his NOI days, so it seems, he was more complex of a figure than one who appeared to simply adovcated retaliatory violence. Adam Pachter notes a couple of significant traits that marked a reassuring consistency and restraint in Malcolm's personality. For example, Pachter explains that despite Malcolm's fiery speeches, he was polite to all who approached him in person. Pachter continues: "And the violence he claimed as a right was defensive -- self-defensive, to be precise. Malcolm X never advocated the initiating of violence, and several times he defused situations when a crowd threatened to get out of control."

I am inspired by Ossie Davis' famous (and no less eloquent) >February 27, 1965 eulogy of Malcolm X. Certain lines are powerfully revealing:

There are those who will consider it their duty, as friends of the Negro people, to tell us to revile him, to flee even, from the presence of his memory, to save ourselves by writing him out of the history of our turbulent times. Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain. And we will smile. Many will say turn away, away from this man, for he is not a man but a demon, a monster, a subverter and an enemy of the black man. And we will smile. They will say that he is of hate, a fanatic, a racist who can only bring evil to the cause for which you struggle! And we will answer and say to them: Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever touch him, or have him smile at you? Did you ever really listen to him? Did he ever do a mean thing? Was he ever himself associated with violence or any public disturbance? For if you did you would know him. And if you knew him you would know why we must honor him. ... And we will know him then for what he was and is. A prince. Our own black shining prince who didn't hesitate to die because he loved us so.


But none of this must have passed in the minds of the reporters who were so seemingly easy to rush into judgment on Malcolm X, the meaning and legacy of his struggles and of many others. In fact repetitive references were made in the mainstream press to "[internal] feud" and to descriptions of Malcolm as "black militant" or "black extremist" or addressing a "black supremacist" rally, in some form or another. These simplistic portrayals or associations persisted despite that fact a deeper side to him was revealed through his statements quoted in other articles in the very same newspapers (which instead showed a more embracing and thoughtful Malcolm). For example, check the collection of newspaper clippings published under the section, February 21, 1965: The Assassination and Aftermath, as part of the The Malcolm X Project at Columbia University. 'Never mind he was claiming a change of heart', they were probably thinking, 'he's dead just because another jealous Black man put a bullet to his head.'


CONCLUSION: ON RADICALS, MODERATES, AND THE MEANING OF MALCOLM

These kinds of arguments and insinuations are the main reason why I am incorporating Malcolm's story into the general purview of my question that I originally set upon answering. I submit that Malcolm X may have been killed not because he was a radical or even a "repented" radical. From far that. Perhaps, instead, he was killed because he had demonstrated an openness, a courage, an ability to change for the better; perhaps his met his tragic end because he began to moderate his attitudes and beliefs.

Pachter's PBS article concludes:

Towards the end of his life, Malcolm was changing...Malcolm began to seek common cause with the civil rights movement, to declare himself for objectives -- like voting rights -- that as a separatist Muslim he had previously thought irrelevant. He was "not for wanton violence," Malcolm X insisted, "I'm for justice." And although his commitment to use any means necessary to reach that justice never wavered, it may be that towards the end Malcolm no longer thought that violence would be one of those necessary means." [Adam Pachter, Any Means Necessary.].


In light of all of the above, Malcolm may have been more of a "threat" to the anti-civil rights and anti-black improvement establishments after his break with the extremes of the NOI than when he was a rising proponent of them. If Malcolm had been allowed to live longer, it is possible that he could have eventually ended up working with Dr. King in non-violence and integration methods. If both had been allowed to live longer, perhaps much more could have been achieved in the Civil Rights Movement and in healing America's race (and minority) problems then. Unfortunately, both Malcolm's and King's deaths immediately provoked widespread violent race riots; their deaths were the flash of spark to a powder keg of tensions that had been brewing for a long time.

I do not pretend that radicals are not dangerous. But it may be time to start probing whether moderates are deemed more dangerous, not least because of their ability to affect more substantial and more enduring and productively transformative changes. We owe to ourselves, to the past, to the present and the future, and to rest of the world that we become more thoughtful towards our surroundings--that we appreciate any notion that a better, more appreciative understanding of ourselves and others can no longer be considered a luxury.

Friday, January 9, 2009

The Crazy Game

A slowly growing number of people is screaming "foul play" but the bullied side is too weak to fend back and it can't attack the referee or create a new match. The rules of the game are lopsided, and spectators are observing the contentious duel between the two sides. Some spectators are rooting for the bully (and for the referee) consciously and eagerly; while others are silent ever hoping not to be seen as spoiling the match. Some in the audience are mystified by how much the odds are stacked against the bullied side, while others watch and comprehend nothing about the commotion of the match.

Many players are injured, and as the toll of casualties intensifies so too does the excitement of the crowd in the stands, or those tuned into the radio or the television set. Sooner or later, the mixed crowd begins to show hostility towards one another in the stands, while many others are clueless or apathetic. The cameras, pens, and keyboards are all too happy to capture these moments, conveniently overlooking the reason why such ruckus was created and how it spread in the first place.

When the wise among the observers collect themselves, they plan to establish some fact-finding body. But they lead themselves farther from the truth and any measured appreciation and response when they find in the bullied side an easy target. Who knows what kind of pressure this body is exposed to in the supposed "safety" of closed doors. Money, intimidation, promises?

But how much can the bullied offer to counter its relatively negligible status and position? The bullied players has found it hard to get along with one another anyway. Some of them begin to take on the demeanor of their stronger opponents, but they fail to create as much impact in denting their opponents. And enough members of the weak team---including the managers, coaches, and other administrators----have been so enthusiastic towards particular interests that their maneuvers have awaken the suspicion (and even animosity and ill will) of colleagues. Perhaps better contracts are in the works? More enticing salaries, a greater control over the affairs of the organization, a greater say in writing and executing the penned markings in the strategic playbooks? Or even prospects of a lucrative merger?

As for the bullying side and it supporters, they keep pushing their way. They do this with a narrow-minded, short-term assumption that they will remain indefinitely invincible, indefinitely unbeatable, indefinitely untouchable. While the entirety of the playing field where everyone else is a dispensable "fixture" and the space itself is exclusively their domain. They cannot so much visualize that their methods, mannerisms, and conduct are fostering a slow alienation for them. They don't want to understand they risk being transformed from strong, admirable competitor to simple ogres that can do little more than to flex muscles. By then, however, it may be too late to act: if the ogres become too much of burden to bear by the others, the ogres face suspension from the field.

The game, as it exists, reasonably cannot continue like this forever. No one wins in this scenario. The weakest and softest certainly don't. Not the bullying side, not the referee, nor the spectators. But, perhaps, the game itself will be the biggest loser of all---relinquishing its magic appeal, its sportsmanship and legitimacy, its received reverence.