Monthly Archives: November 2014

A couple of thoughts on Ferguson

Street Art-4

I like to think that I never thought I just hit a triple, but that isn’t true, like George Bush, I was born on third base and I have often thought I was responsible for all the easiness in my life. So my emotions on Ferguson are pretty detached and this is not a time for detachment. What I would rather do is post  several quotes that say what I would like to say, only better. The first bunch is from the web but the last two were from good friends who I don’t see enough in real life but still continue to enrich it on facebook, Ophelia Ramirez and Vern Smith.

It is the grand jury’s function not ‘to enquire … upon what foundation [the charge may be] denied,’ or otherwise to try the suspect’s defenses, but only to examine ‘upon what foundation [the charge] is made’ by the prosecutor…As a consequence, neither in this country nor in England has the suspect under investigation by the grand jury ever been thought to have a right to testify or to have exculpatory evidence presented. Justice Antonin Scalia,

this outcome, and so many like it, are the result of a system functioning the way it is intended to function. Racism is baked right into the foundation:

Every one of those grand jurors might have hearts of purest gold. The outcome was predetermined precisely because the outcome did not rely on the individual character of the jurors. We have police aggression against black people because the white moneyed classes of this country have demanded aggressive policing and the moneyed control our policy. We have police aggression because the War on Drugs provokes it and we still have a War on Drugs because the War on Drugs puts vast amounts of tax dollars in the hands of police departments and a voracious prison industrial complex. We have police aggression against black people because centuries of gerrymandering and political manipulation have been undertaken with the explicit purpose of empowering some people and disenfranchising others. from Andrew Sullivan’s blog. 

None of that can be solved through having pure hearts and pure minds. Racism is not a problem of mind. Racism cannot be combated by individuals not being racist. A pure heart makes no difference. In response to systemic injustice, you’ve got to change the systems themselves. It’s the only thing that will ever work. Jamelle Bouie 

…..The Language of the Unheard.

I will not condone, nor can I condemn. I hear the heartache of a mother, and the frustration of a people, and all people. I’m looking out into a world so broken, saddened, without answers. Does the quest for the blood of one man atone for a justice that cannot be found? Fear, frustration, hopelessness, desperation….they all share the same face on a million souls. I will not accept that there are no answers, that there are no bridges. Justice too often appears like formless smoke, near, but unobtainable. I will not be distracted by sanctimonious condemnation of the act without the damnation of the stage it springs from. And, most importantly, I will not accept the loss of another generation, when so much can be done, if we reach out…..out into a world that seems so broken, and listen without judging, and find our common ground. To build a new future, to find justice, to end the cycle. Vern Smith

A grand jury of twelve people – nine white, three black – decided that the policeman who shot and killed an unarmed teenager will not be indicted of any charge. I did not sit on the jury, nor was I present at the shooting. I do not know, and may never know what really happened. Perhaps the policeman really did feel threatened and in the few seconds he had to make a decision, he felt the use of a firearm was the only way to handle the situation. Perhaps in following the strict letter of the law, the grand jury felt they could not, in good conscience, render an indictment. I just don’t know.

What I do know is this: racism in this country is alive and unfortunately, quite well. I see it in my own life. I well remember my brothers being pulled over and harassed by the police for no other reason other than the color of their brown skin. I hear it in the comments I still get, such as, “You are very pretty for a Mexican girl”, or “For a Mexican, you speak well”. I see it in my extended family where my sister-in-laws niece was killed in a drive by five years ago and the police have yet to catch the killer because, really, they do not have the time/resources to investigate the killing of another black teenager killed in an area where this is an everyday occurrence. And my experiences pale when compared to the 200 plus years of discrimination that people of color have endured, and continue to endure in this country.

I understand the outrage with the lack of indictment of yet another person who has killed an unarmed young man of color. I understand the feeling of despair. However, looting, rioting, destroying property, and possibly hurting someone else is not the answer. How does this possibly help?

What I also know is that we have an opportunity to turn this around; an opportunity to put the outrage into something constructive; an opportunity to turn from hate and know that love really is the answer. Think of the immense changes Gandhi facilitated through non-violence. Civil rights were in large part brought about through determined non-violence. Peaceful actions are more powerful than rioting and looting. More powerful than killing. And more powerful than hate.

I so urge, no I beg everyone reading this to turn away from violence and use this an opportunity to remember that at our core, we are one. We are brother and sisters all. We have, in this situation, the call to effect change through peaceful and powerful channels.

Today, how will you be peaceable?
Ophelia Ramirez 

A nice way to start the day

Eagle-1562When I first moved into our home, in 1981, I had a great view. At night, looking north, I could see lights, bright, sparkling, in the East Bay hills above the inky black Bay. Often I saw the Oakland Coliseum with its bright lights that didn’t seem to be dimmed by the distance. In the mid to late 80s,  I rented the house out and moved to Palo Alto for several years. When I moved back, with Michele, the East Bay was still there but there was a row of Redwood trees that were starting to encroach on the view. Now they have blocked most of the view.

This morning, as Michele was drinking her coffee, sitting on the couch and watching the sun start to dry out the backyard, after two days of rain, she saw a Golden Eagle on top of the tallest tree.

We both watched it through the window – and through the Buckeye – but there is only so long one can watch a bird, even a Golden Eagle, sitting in a tree a couple hundred feet away, so I went outside to get a better view and a picture. This Eagle had eyes like a Hawk and, seeing me come out on the deck, sort of fell off the tree and glided away. Still it was a very nice way to start the day.Eagle-1557

Eagle-1558

Eagle-1559

Eagle-1559-2

Eagle-1560

Eagle-1561

Gone Girl by The Brothers Grimm

Marriage-76

Michele and I saw Gone Girl over the weekend and we were both surprised that the theater was so full (we had lousy seats because we misguidedly got there pretty late thinking the theater would be empty by now). Often, after Michele and I have seen a movie, we will talk about it on the way home and then, when we get home, read various reviews and explanations in a way of continuing the experience. Sometimes I like a movie better than my favorite reviewers, sometimes less – and occasionally much more or much less – but the reviews almost always point out something I missed.

In Gone Girl’s case, we both felt that the movie didn’t hold together, that there were just too many parts that didn’t quite fit. Too many bits in which, on the way home, Michele or I would say Wait a minute, why….? (But that was on the way home, not sitting in the movie theater, there we were both swept up in the drama.) Thinking about the movie in the comfort of our marital home, reading reviews – especially a review and an article in The New Yorker – it became obvious pretty quickly that this was meant to be a modern Fairy Tale, an allegory if you prefer –  every bit as gruesome as The Grim Brothers.

This is not a movie about Nick and Amy Dunne’s marriage, this is a movie about Marriage. The unappreciated sacrifices, the built up annoyances that becomes resentments, the disappointments that don’t get addressed, that is part of every marriage. Like all marriages – OK, most marriages – it starts off as the Dream Marriage based on projected fantasies and impossible standards and deteriorates into a power struggle. A power struggle in which the wife is as smart as the husband – maybe smarter – and the husband is as emotional – maybe more emotional – as the wife. Like any marriage, we can take sides but it is hard to think that either side has a monopoly on evil (or virtue).

As Joe Bob used to say Check it out (if you are one of the few people who haven’t seen it already or read the book).

Michele’s new Bauhaus car

Audi-76Bauhaus was a German design school started by Walter Gropius in 1919 and closed in 1934 with the rise of Hitler (if the name Walter Gropius is familiar, it might be because he escaped from Germany and came to the United States, where he ended up influencing mid-century American Design and Architecture). Bauhaus was started to bring modernist design to mass-produced artifacts and, while it did have some influence, it ended up being most famous as the design school that the Nazis hated. Because its lifespan roughly coincided with the short period of pre-war German democracy and freedom, Bauhaus also has become – vaguely – emblematic of the interwar German avant-garde.

During World War II, Audi, like almost all German companies, relied on slave labor under brutal conditions. Audi, alone, used about 20,000 slaves and the conditions were so brutal that about 4,500 workers died. As Audi admitted this – years after the fact, naturally enough – it does not want to be defined by it, so, about the time that Volkswagen was coming up with the new Beetle,  Audi’s California Design Studio came up with a design exercise they said was influenced by the Bauhaus school/movement. Audi said that the TT embraced Bauhaus values like HonestySimplicity, and Purity, which – while I am not sure those were exclusively or, in many cases, actually Bauhaus values – resulted in a car with a very distinctive, very stylized, design.   

I think Audi was trying to do two things by the Bauhaus reference: exorcise Audi’s connection to the Nazi regime and establish a new design direction. I don’t know about exorcising their Nazi past, but the TT did change Audis corporate design. Michele said that she has lusted after a TT since they first came out and she finally got one.

Her  TT is in the form of a three-year old Audi TT convertible. While it is only a garden variety TT – not a S or RS – it is still very distinctive looking and surprisingly fast. When we were in Napa for a sort of proto-Thanksgiving for Michele’s stepfather, last weekend – to get me out of the house – Michele suggested that I take the TT out for drive. Actually, Michele had suggested I photograph some vineyards, but I opted to find a back road on which to go out and play.

Audi-76-2

I’ve owned 32 cars over the years, alot of them were fast – fast for their time, at least – but I can only think of one time I’d driven a car that was faster than this (my beloved Renault R5T2 which, with its snub nose and rump,  is similar to the TT). Sure, there are lots of faster cars out there, much faster in many cases, but this car is much, much, faster than I am. Especially on a back road. It has an automatic transmission with paddle-shifters that I couldn’t get the hang of, so I just stuffed the shifter into the Sport setting and drove. The transmission always knew what gear I should be in, not even once, stepping on the gas when coming out of a corner, did it feel like the wrong gear. On a rough road like I was on, the TT just hunkered down and scooted. It was great fun.

Audi-76

Audi-76-4 It had been a perfect day to play on back roads with a shiny new convertible. Now, as the day wore down, with the temperature dropping and the light changing – getting soft and warm – I turned on the radio to Jazz 91.1. In the fading light, listening to Jeremy Udden on alto saxophone, I cruised back to the proto-Thanksgiving dinner. Sometimes, Life is sweet.

Audi-76-5