Why Schools Don't Work Anymore

The media never tell you why American schools don't perform. They complain about lack of funding, low expectations, poverty, discrimination, lack of parental involvement, teachers's unions, lack of minority role models. But they never do tell you about the low quality of students. The media acts like all students will perform the same if only  they had the same opportunities. But as any parent knows, all children perform differently. They have different abilities. And today's students have lower abilities than public school students did in the past.

Ken Burns Has Race On The Brain

I just watched a video on Vimeo featuring Ken Burns supposedly talking about the concept of story in documentaries but actually talking about race. This guy has one and only concern--and it's always the same one--race. Now, if he wants to devote his life to this issue that is certainly his right. But he shouldn't pretend to be giving us an insight on story technique when what he's really shoving at us is  another thinly veiled lecture on the eternal monstrous racism of whites.

There is actually one thing I do like about Ken Burns films. He does do great camera work.

Zimmerman Apologetics

I'm trying to think of all the mistakes the media (repeatedly) made in the Trayvon Martin shooting. The list so far:

1. Zimmerman was white (actually he was a mestizo--half white, half Hispanic)

2. Zimmerman weighed 220 pounds (he actually weighs 170)

3. He was bigger much bigger than Martin (Martin actually was bigger than him)

4. He called Martin a "fucking coon." Additional audio analysis showed that he actually said was it's "fucking cold."

5. He ignored an order from the dispatcher not to follow Martin. The dispatcher didn't even make a suggestion to him. It was merely an observation. It certainly never rose to the level of an order. And even if the dispatcher did give him an order, so what? Since when are we obligated to follow the orders of police dispatchers?

6. He didn't have any injuries (actually he had cuts to the back of his head and a broken nose)

7. It was Martin screaming for his life on the tape (it now appears it may have been Zimmerman).
8. Zimmerman was a racist (actually a year previously Zimmerman walked the neighborhood distributing fliers calling for justice for a homeless black man whom, he felt, had been unfairly pummeled by the police)

9. Zimmerman was a self-appointed vigilante. Vigilante means someone who takes the law into his own hands. Zimmerman appears to be a public-spirited volunteer who went out of his way to turn his concerns over the cops.

10. He was a fanatic who called the 911 emergency number 49 times in one month. (Actually it was 49 times in seven years, about once every two months).

11. He was a police wannabe. Is that, I wonder, anything like wanting to be a social worker wannabe, a nurse wannabe, a pastor wannabe, a politician wannabe, a community organizer wannabe? In short is it bad to want to have a career in public service?

Debating Poetry While Drifting In The Atmosphere

I once read a science fiction story about a planet where all the creatures had involved to such an elevated ethereal state that they floated around in the atmosphere like kites and how did they spend their time? They debated poetry.

Well I thought about that at the time and it seemed pretty unlikely but I had never heard of Internet either in those days. Just the other day I was reading about a site Tumblr which is supposed to be fantastically successful with millions or billions or trillions of users who dutifully post their messages, stories, art work, poetry, photographs, and videos. The site has become so popular apparently that now there is even a newspaper that covers what people post on the site.

Then just the other day I saw an article online about the newspaper that covers of the posts of a artwork. I'm thinking my this process is really getting about two or 3 degrees from any connection to the real world, whereupon that science fiction story I'd read all these many years ago came popping into my mind.

What we got here is people posting stuff in the ether and then other people writing about it in a paper dedicated to the site and then still other people writing about what people wrote about the blog site in the first place. I mean this is really getting carried to a ridiculous level of abstraction.

"Life After People" Dumber Than Most

The TV series "Life After People" ought to have been called "Life After Brains." They go on for--I don't know--hour after hour it seems talking about what's going to happen when there's nobody around to run the nuclear power plants. How the cooling ponds for the control rods will evaporate and the plants will explode and radiation will escape into the atmosphere and onto the surrounding countryside.

Well boo-hoo hoo. Forgive me if I'm less than properly paralyzed. If all the people are gone, who is it that's going to be around to suffer anyway? Why are the producers of this series worrying themselves sick about squirrels and rats and mosquitos?

The Astonishing Bigotry of Carl Rowan

I wrote this 10 years ago. Unfortunately, my editor at the time chose not to print it. Rather than let it languish forever unread and unlamented, I decided to put it up on my blogsite now.

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If there's a more paranoid, disingenuous and bigoted book than Carl Rowan's "The Coming Race War in America" on the shelves of bookstores today, I haven't seen it.

Rowan might be a nationally syndicated columnist , a former advisor to President Johnson and the one-time director of the United States Information Agency, but his book reads as if it were written in an underground bunker next to a red hot furnace.

"Racism has not been as virulent throughout America since the Civil War," writes Rowan. A growing paranoia and resentment among whites is bringing out the white community's historic, deep-rooted propensity for violence. Sooner or later, he contends, whites will provoke the black community one too many times whereupon "proud and angry" blacks, aggravated beyond all endurance, will erupt in understandable rage, leaving the cities in flames and the streets awash in blood.

Lest anyone think the black community isn't ready and willing to fight such a civil war, Rowan asks white Americans to consider what could happen if just 1,000 enraged blacks allied themselves with foreign terrorists. "There are now five million or more Muslims living in the United States," write Rowan. "We would be fools to assume that they will listen only to moderate black pacifists." Rowan takes pains to point out that he isn't saying that blacks will start the problem—"black involvement in a race war will be largely reactive." The real problem will be the "crazy, violent, paranoid white men" who, in Rowan's view, are furious, embittered and sexually threatened, by all the progress blacks have made over the last 30 years, including, as in the case of O.J. Simpson, the right to sleep with white women.

The children of baby boomers are worst of all, says Rowan. They've swallowed all the stereotypes about blacks. Only a few white people—skinheads and Klansmen—admit to being racists. "But corporate boardrooms, local governments, education districts, are full of powerful men and women who are virulent bigots but will become stridently indignant and threaten to sue if someone calls them a racist."

As proof of his contention that white society is seething with anti-black sentiment, he portrays every random racial incident of the last 30 years as ubiquitous near daily occurrences. He points to groups like the Freemen, the Aryan Nation, the various militia groups around the country and to an obscure racist tract called the "Turner Diaries" to prove that a vicious violent para-military mentality is overtaking white America. I've never read the Turner Diaries. I suspect most Americans have never even heard of it. But the way Rowan talks about the book's influence it appears that he thinks that white America keeps this book on its bed stand for light reading every night.

It's this kind of illusory thinking (or deliberate distortion) that makes this book so infuriating to read. Rowan repeated throws out some anecdotal examples of racism and then acts as if such incidents are both ubiquitous and secretly applauded by every white person in the country. He points, for instance, to a few cases of soldiers in the US. Army who were found with swastikas in their barracks or who belonged to white supremacist organizations and all of a sudden, in his view, the entire army is seething with racists and racist writings which, he disdainfully notes, the Secretary of the Army, inexplicably refuses to crack down on out of some misguided deference to the soldiers' First Amendment rights.

In fact, when it comes to overcoming institutional racism, the U.S. Army is one organization that Rowan should deeply admire. "The Army ... enjoys far better race relations than any other major social institution in the country," says Thomas E. Ricks, the Wall Street Journal's Pentagon reporter. "The 18,200 black officers in the armed forces . . . form the largest group of black executives in the country. The Army ... is the only place in America where blacks routinely boss around whites."

What does Carl Rowan think of all this?

He doesn’t say. I wonder if he’s even aware of it. To him, apparently, there are so many neo-Nazi white supremacists in the army the few black officers who haven't been fragged in their bunks are too beaten down to speak up. Rowan no doubt considers himself a logical thinker. But there is very little reason in this book. Whenever white people do things that suggest they aren't racist after all, Rowan still interprets the facts so as to discover racist motives anyway.

At one point he lists all the major cities that have had black mayors—Atlanta, Washington, D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York, Cleveland, Detroit, Los Angeles, New Orleans. Now to most people such a list would seem to indicate that whites couldn't be the unregenerate racists that Rowan thinks they are—otherwise they wouldn't go around electing black men as mayors in so many big cities.

But not to Rowan. To him, this long list of black mayors is only another "damning story of the indelible curse of racism. It was only when the cities were watching their tax bases erode as affluent whites and some privileged blacks fled to suburbs, urban crime rates began to soar, and the public schools were falling into disrepair that the white power structure said: 'Okay, let's turn this mess over to a black mayor. And let him have a black police chief and a black superintendent of schools. Let them wrestle with the fucking problem!'"

Rowan at some level must be aware of how he consistently stands the truth on his head for he spends an entire chapter attempting to explain why, if whites are so racist, so many of them wanted Colin Powell to be our next president. Rowan's answer? Well, whites didn’t want Powell for president. Everyone knows whites never tell the truth to pollsters when it comes to race, says Rowan. In fact, he maintains, when whites get in the polling booth and are faced with the actual prospect of voting for a black man, their arms get "muscle spasms." "Rigor mortis" sets in.

As Rowan sees it, Powell never had a prayer of getting the nomination. For starters, the "bedrock supporters of the GOP" would not have "tolerate[d]" it. And in any case, "the other candidates would never step aside and let Powell be drafted."

For someone who writes a column on public policy, Rowan seems to be astonishingly misinformed about the nomination process. Why on earth should Republican candidates step aside in favor of Colin Powell--or anyone else for that matter? If Powell wanted to be president, he had the option of doing what every other candidate did—throw his hat in the ring, put together an organization, raise money, and go from state to state offering his views for the voters’ inspection. If he'd done that and won enough states, it wouldn't matter whether the other candidates were willing to "step aside" for him or not—he'd have the votes and no one could stop him..

One has the sense in reading this book of a truly second-class mind, hard at work, way over its head. Although some parts of the book are written in the dispassionate style of a seasoned reporter (making me wonder if Rowan had help there), more typically the book reads as if it had been pounded out by some hotshot junior college journalism major intoxicated with the cheap thrills of reading his own opinions expressed as fact. He inexplicably puts quotation marks around words where none are needed and repeatedly drags out emotionally charged words like "fetid" and "spew." (conservatives don't talk—they only spew.) With the fervent self-regard of a natural-born hack Rowan tells us about his "marvelous," career, his "best selling books," his many awards and the influential weight his columns carry in corridors of power. He regularly quotes from his own interviews with famous and powerful people, sometimes adding for our special admiration that he obtained the information in an "exclusive interview."

Rowan apparently has spent most of his long career in Washington or writing about it, but such experience apparently hasn't done him much good—his world view seems frozen in the rural south sometime in the thirties. He argues that for the "overwhelming mass of black people" little has changed in the last 30 years.

In the meantime, he ignores all the real progress that blacks have made—if they were a nation they'd be the 12th or 13th richest in the world; black college professors routinely earn more than comparably situated whites; the median family income of married black couples who both work is higher than that of white couples. Blacks have been elected and or appointed to every office in the land with the exception of president and vice president. They are worshipped as national heroes on athletic fields and on the stage. Most of the highest paid athletes and the highest earning television entertainer (Oprah Winfrey) are black.

But to hear Rowan tell it, black Americans are lucky to be able to get a two-bit job, drink out of public water fountains, or go to bed without fear of white militias intent on race war sweeping down out of hills of Idaho and Montana. In his view whites are paranoid, resentful, and most of all, humiliated, by their sexual inadequacies in comparison to what Rowan calls the black man's "allegedly 'massive'" penis.

Rowan's fixation on the black penis would be funny if it wasn't so absurd. Ignoring numerous authoritative studies showing that most women want a partner of the same race, In Rowan's view white women are dying for the black penis. And that's what makes white men so mad. White males, he asserts, have been driven livid all their lives by an old "schoolgirl chant: 'Once you go black, you'll never go back.'" That’s how he knew, he says, as soon as he heard that O.J. Simpson was a suspect in the murders of Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman, there was trouble ahead for blacks.

"The O.J. Simpson trial unleashed racial passions deeper than any in America since the War," writes Rowan. "[It] grabbed [white] Americans by their throats, their gonads, what was left of their brains and immersed them in spasms of anger and hatred." Some people might think that interracial marriage had become so commonplace that white men no longer flew into a jealous rage when a "Caucasian woman gave her body, even her love, to a black man," writes Rowan. "But I knew better."

Although Rowan expresses deep anger at the way white society shunned Simpson after his acquittal (the man was found "not guilty," complains Rowan), Rowan couldn't be more vicious in his depiction of Nicole. After first meeting O.J. at a Hollywood club, Nicole went to bed with Simpson, writes Rowan, even though "he was married, and she knew it."

This is vintage duplicitous Rowan. When a famous and charismatic married athlete and a single teenage girl make love, the girl's a slut while Simpson is a victim. He later describes Nicole as the kind of person black people regard as "white trash," using her "blond hair, her big breasts, her teenage pussy to woo a famous, rich middle-aged black man away from the black woman who had sustained and nurtured him through the toughest years of his life."

Teenage pussy?

Where does Rowan get off talking about white women in such crude fashion" I have to think he was drunk when he accused Nicole of using her teenage pussy to steal away a man from his faithful wife. What I wonder is why his editor let him say something so vile as this. Where was his editor,m his intern, his wife?Although Rowan assures us all through the book that a race war is near inevitable, he does a poor job of convincing the reader. In fact, by the time you get to the final chapter it's hard to believe that Rowan even believes it himself. All these dire predictions really serve as the justification for something else entirely.

Rowan spells out what that might be in the final chapter. And it's about what we might have expected from someone who was the director of the US Information agency during the Johnson Administration and who remembers fondly all those times sitting in Johnson's office, drinking Chevas Regal and listing to the president reminisce about growing up poor in Texas. What Rowan really wants, it seems, is a return to The Great Society, or if you will, "Great Society II"—early and massive interventions" in the lives of black children, a renewed federal commitment to education, new public housing but this time not in projects but scattered in private residential areas, revival of the Civilian Conservation Corps as an alternative to putting "virile" young black men in prison, reform of mandatory sentencing laws, expanded welfare, a re-commitment of the country to affirmative action and white acknowledgment of "the validity of black rage."

Finally, to reduce the danger of racist right wing reactionaries provoking the black underclass to violence, there has to be, writes Rowan, a "mandatory disarmament program of colossal magnitude" accompanied by FBI monitoring of these groups with "infiltrations, buggings, wiretaps, and inspections of bank accounts," and other "tactics that would break a civil libertarian's heart." Presumably Rowan is one of these civil libertarians, but if he's at all uneasy about it he doesn't let it show.

Rowan is aware that his call for "mandatory disarmament" might strike some people a bit hypocritical, given his arrest in 1988 for gratuitously shooting a white teenager who had been skinny-dipping in his swimming pool, but, he says, with the kind of woefully muddled reasoning the book is riddled with, he always has been and still is in favor of gun control. The only reason he had a gun that night was that his son, a former FBI agent, gave it to him. But that doesn't mean he was a gun owner, he protests. "I have never owned a gun personally."

As I see it, there are three reasons Rowan might have written wrote a bigoted mean-spirited constitutionally clouded, disingenuous book like this—(1) to generate support for massive new government spending, (2) to smite his enemies and (3) to crate some buzz by whatever means possible to revive his rapidly fading career.

Well, he did smite his enemies. You have to give him that.

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Black Anti-rioters to the Rescue

For anyone tempted to think that flash mobs are always young black guys, the recent incredibly violent hockey riots in Vancouver were almost all white. Vicious too. A middle-aged guy who was trying to stop the mob from looting a store was attacked by half a dozen things who pummeled him to the ground, then kicked him when he was down.

Who came to his rescue?

A young black man in corn rows. Kudos to him. If he's not already a local hero, he certainly should be.