Showing posts with label Trayvon Martin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trayvon Martin. Show all posts

Friday, July 19, 2013

Transcript of President Obama's Comments on Race and the Zimmerman Trial

Welcome back, Mr. President!





The reason I actually wanted to come out today is not to take questions, but to speak to an issue that obviously has gotten a lot of attention over the course of the last week, the issue of the Trayvon Martin ruling. I gave an -- a preliminary statement right after the ruling on Sunday, but watching the debate over the course of the last week I thought it might be useful for me to expand on my thoughts a little bit.

First of all, you know, I -- I want to make sure that, once again, I send my thoughts and prayers, as well as Michelle’s, to the family of Trayvon Martin, and to remark on the incredible grace and dignity with which they’ve dealt with the entire situation. I can only imagine what they’re going through, and it’s -- it’s remarkable how they’ve handled it.

The second thing I want to say is to reiterate what I said on Sunday, which is there are going to be a lot of arguments about the legal -- legal issues in the case. I’ll let all the legal analysts and talking heads address those issues.

The judge conducted the trial in a professional manner. The prosecution and the defense made their arguments. The juries were properly instructed that in a -- in a case such as this, reasonable doubt was relevant, and they rendered a verdict. And once the jury’s spoken, that’s how our system works.

But I did want to just talk a little bit about context and how people have responded to it and how people are feeling. You know, when Trayvon Martin was first shot, I said that this could have been my son. Another way of saying that is Trayvon Martin could have been me 35 years ago. And when you think about why, in the African- American community at least, there’s a lot of pain around what happened here, I think it’s important to recognize that the African- American community is looking at this issue through a set of experiences and a history that -- that doesn’t go away.

There are very few African-American men in this country who haven’t had the experience of being followed when they were shopping in a department store. That includes me.

And there are very few African-American men who haven’t had the experience of walking across the street and hearing the locks click on the doors of cars. That happens to me, at least before I was a senator. There are very few African-Americans who haven’t had the experience of getting on an elevator and a woman clutching her purse nervously and holding her breath until she had a chance to get off. That happens often.

And you know, I don’t want to exaggerate this, but those sets of experiences inform how the African-American community interprets what happened one night in Florida. And it’s inescapable for people to bring those experiences to bear.

The African-American community is also knowledgeable that there is a history of racial disparities in the application of our criminal laws, everything from the death penalty to enforcement of our drug laws. And that ends up having an impact in terms of how people interpret the case.

Now, this isn’t to say that the African-American community is naive about the fact that African-American young men are disproportionately involved in the criminal justice system, that they are disproportionately both victims and perpetrators of violence. It’s not to make excuses for that fact, although black folks do interpret the reasons for that in a historical context.

We understand that some of the violence that takes place in poor black neighborhoods around the country is born out of a very violent past in this country, and that the poverty and dysfunction that we see in those communities can be traced to a very difficult history.

And so the fact that sometimes that’s unacknowledged adds to the frustration. And the fact that a lot of African-American boys are painted with a broad brush and the excuse is given, well, there are these statistics out there that show that African-American boys are more violent -- using that as an excuse to then see sons treated differently causes pain.

I think the African-American community is also not naive in understanding that statistically somebody like Trayvon Martin was probably statistically more likely to be shot by a peer than he was by somebody else.

So -- so folks understand the challenges that exist for African- American boys, but they get frustrated, I think, if they feel that there’s no context for it or -- and that context is being denied. And -- and that all contributes, I think, to a sense that if a white male teen was involved in the same kind of scenario, that, from top to bottom, both the outcome and the aftermath might have been different.

Now, the question for me at least, and I think, for a lot of folks is, where do we take this? How do we learn some lessons from this and move in a positive direction? You know, I think it’s understandable that there have been demonstrations and vigils and protests, and some of that stuff is just going to have to work its way through as long as it remains nonviolent. If I see any violence, then I will remind folks that that dishonors what happened to Trayvon Martin and his family.

But beyond protests or vigils, the question is, are there some concrete things that we might be able to do? I know that Eric Holder is reviewing what happened down there, but I think it’s important for people to have some clear expectations here. Traditionally, these are issues of state and local government -- the criminal code. And law enforcement has traditionally done it at the state and local levels, not at the federal levels.

That doesn’t mean, though, that as a nation, we can’t do some things that I think would be productive. So let me just give a couple of specifics that I’m still bouncing around with my staff so we’re not rolling out some five-point plan, but some areas where I think all of us could potentially focus.

Number one, precisely because law enforcement is often determined at the state and local level, I think it’d be productive for the Justice Department -- governors, mayors to work with law enforcement about training at the state and local levels in order to reduce the kind of mistrust in the system that sometimes currently exists.

You know, when I was in Illinois I passed racial profiling legislation. And it actually did just two simple things. One, it collected data on traffic stops and the race of the person who was stopped. But the other thing was it resourced us training police departments across the state on how to think about potential racial bias and ways to further professionalize what they were doing.

And initially, the police departments across the state were resistant, but actually they came to recognize that if it was done in a fair, straightforward way, that it would allow them to do their jobs better and communities would have more confidence in them and in turn be more helpful in applying the law. And obviously law enforcement’s got a very tough job.

So that’s one area where I think there are a lot of resources and best practices that could be brought bear if state and local governments are receptive. And I think a lot of them would be. And -- and let’s figure out other ways for us to push out that kind of training.

Along the same lines, I think it would be useful for us to examine some state and local laws to see if it -- if they are designed in such a way that they may encourage the kinds of altercations and confrontations and tragedies that we saw in the Florida case, rather than defuse potential altercations.

I know that there’s been commentary about the fact that the stand your ground laws in Florida were not used as a defense in the case.

On the other hand, if we’re sending a message as a society in our communities that someone who is armed potentially has the right to use those firearms even if there’s a way for them to exit from a situation, is that really going to be contributing to the kind of peace and security and order that we’d like to see?

And for those who resist that idea that we should think about something like these “stand your ground” laws, I just ask people to consider if Trayvon Martin was of age and armed, could he have stood his ground on that sidewalk? And do we actually think that he would have been justified in shooting Mr. Zimmerman, who had followed him in a car, because he felt threatened?

And if the answer to that question is at least ambiguous, it seems to me that we might want to examine those kinds of laws.

Number three -- and this is a long-term project: We need to spend some time in thinking about how do we bolster and reinforce our African-American boys? And this is something that Michelle and I talk a lot about. There are a lot of kids out there who need help who are getting a lot of negative reinforcement. And is there more that we can do to give them the sense that their country cares about them and values them and is willing to invest in them?

You know, I’m not naive about the prospects of some brand-new federal program.

I’m not sure that that’s what we’re talking about here. But I do recognize that as president, I’ve got some convening power.

And there are a lot of good programs that are being done across the country on this front. And for us to be able to gather together business leaders and local elected officials and clergy and celebrities and athletes and figure out how are we doing a better job helping young African-American men feel that they’re a full part of this society and that -- and that they’ve got pathways and avenues to succeed -- you know, I think that would be a pretty good outcome from what was obviously a tragic situation. And we’re going to spend some time working on that and thinking about that.

And then finally, I think it’s going to be important for all of us to do some soul-searching. You know, there have been talk about should we convene a conversation on race. I haven’t seen that be particularly productive when politicians try to organize conversations. They end up being stilted and politicized, and folks are locked into the positions they already have.

On the other hand, in families and churches and workplaces, there’s a possibility that people are a little bit more honest, and at least you ask yourself your own questions about, am I wringing as much bias out of myself as I can; am I judging people, as much as I can, based on not the color of their skin but the content of their character? That would, I think, be an appropriate exercise in the wake of this tragedy.

And let me just leave you with -- with a final thought, that as difficult and challenging as this whole episode has been for a lot of people, I don’t want us to lose sight that things are getting better. Each successive generation seems to be making progress in changing attitudes when it comes to race. I doesn’t mean that we’re in a postracial society. It doesn’t mean that racism is eliminated. But you know, when I talk to Malia and Sasha and I listen to their friends and I see them interact, they’re better than we are. They’re better than we were on these issues. And that’s true in every community that I’ve visited all across the country.

And so, you know, we have to be vigilant and we have to work on these issues, and those of us in authority should be doing everything we can to encourage the better angels of our nature as opposed to using these episodes to heighten divisions. But we should also have confidence that kids these days I think have more sense than we did back then, and certainly more than our parents did or our grandparents did, and that along this long, difficult journey, you know, we’re becoming a more perfect union -- not a perfect union, but a more perfect union.

All right? Thank you, guys.

Friday, July 5, 2013

For Rachel Jeantel

I've forsworn myself,
a thinning sin, a setting
sun, a skinning,
a skinning, an imprinting
punctated stigma,
the neutered past
participle of that
charismatic prick,
the concrete enigma
of pungere
 
from which we agree
to punctuate: we pause we delay we
stutter sinning we stutter in the juncture
we stutter we shudder with interruptions
and lines gone dead we end we
puncture we question we declame we
exclaim we cry we
die we delay we
structure the rupture
of the dominant language.
 
We disorient under
the thundering debris
of English.
 
(And Lo, the angel of the Lord,
yo, came on them and man,
were they sore afraid,
so afraid of the woe
of Lo, yo.)
 
There remains
no zen in me, my moi,
because there never
was any zen, just creole
patois for "english,"
that is, "angle,"
defrenchified anglais,
"mè" short for "mamè"
meaning nun, "chèsè,"
there never was any zen
just foreign din,
malevolent djinn:
"a welter of discordant sounds."
 
Djinn, tatted men
who send you 
-- not by brass-rubbed wish --
into a swirling tee,
that intersection 
of green and gravel,
sand, cement,
water and love,
no matter what,
teen love versus lawmen,
green love, gravel love,
sand love, cement love,
water love, no matter
what love, but not what
I cannot believe,
dead love, mean
love forcing me naked
before the world
of that swirling tee --
 
But he never said a mumblin' word
Not a word, not a word, not a word.
 
-- leaving just the running
mumbling stitch 
of her angry, abashed,
and afflicted trying,
 
astray and trying,
broken and trying,
bothered -- burdened -- beset -- and trying.
 
In most of the mixed-language
areas of this Babel world,
mixed by need, habit,
and daily use, no dictionary, no
linguists, no school, no
school marms' nun-knuckle-
rapping bruise to heed,
"English" can be
"an English,"
and came to be when serving,
scrubbing, raising children,
raising children of the mèt,
raising children of the chèf,
scraping, eking by, 
but needing to say
a thing or two
along the trodden way.
 
Words that come to be
in such a way
are fuses, short
and long, sluices
and dams.
 
"English" can be 
"an English"
 
-- and often is --
 
and it means:
not me.
Not us.
Non-me, non-us: 
 
"You got it?"
"You. Got. To. Un. Der. Stand."
 
You might have noticed
-- which is precisely
and concisely what
smut rut we need
to discuss:
that twitch
of knowing;
the obscenity
of pretending
not to know;
and the running
mumbling stitch 
of her angry, abashed,
and afflicted trying.
 
Let me tell you
of freeborn slaves
or the leeway
of tidal waves
of a girl
who cannot read
yet can, who cannot
speak, yet does:
 
"You got it?";
"You. Got. To. Un. Der. Stand."
 
She who knows
depravity when
she hears it
pull a gun,
 
in the din, 
in the greeny djinn glen
 
-- and the running,
mumbling stitch 
of angry embarrassed
trying, knowing a mumbling
word, and crying.
 
But he never said a mumblin' word
Not a word, not a word, not a word.
 
Leaving just the running,
mumbling stitch 
of her angry, abashed,
and afflicted trying.


Monday, May 14, 2012

Hiller Armament Company of Virginia


This is one of those things that we find in our in-boxes daily -- outrageous, hard to believe, normal, and believable.  All I can do is sign the requisite petition, advertise the details, then accidentally break a small bowl in the sink before settling by the window to watch the bluebirds ready their nesting boxes.



From Change.org:
In the past couple of days, news sources have reported that the Hiller Armament Company of Virginia has been selling gun targets that look like Trayvon Martin, complete with a hoodie, Skittles, and iced tea.
It's not just vile, it's possibly illegal: Virginia law says that no one can profit off of the likeness of any person without his consent -- even if that person has been killed. But as soon as reporters started asking questions, the Hiller Armament Company shut down its website and disconnected its phone.
Tahir Duckett lives in Virginia, and he wants Virginia's Attorney General, Ken Cuccinelli, to investigate the Hiller Armament Company and punish them if they have broken the law.
Thanks,
Patrick Schmitt

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Shooting targets resembling Trayvon Martin sold online


ORLANDO, Florida | Fri May 11, 2012 6:16pm EDT

(Reuters) - Shooting targets resembling Trayvon Martin, the unarmed black teenager shot to death in Florida by a neighborhood watch volunteer, were offered for sale online before the ads were pulled by the auction site.

The sale at an online gun broker's auction site started on April 22 and offered 40 10-packs of paper targets, according to a screen shot of the auction ad by WKMG-TV in Orlando before the ad was taken down.

The targets featured a silhouette of a faceless person wearing a hooded sweatshirt, known as a hoodie, and holding a bag of Skittles candy and a container of tea. In an email exchange with WKMG, the seller claimed to be motivated by profit and to have sold out in two days.

Martin was wearing a hoodie and returning from a convenience store with Skittles and tea when he was shot on February 26 in Sanford, Florida. Neighborhood watch volunteer George Zimmerman, 28, is awaiting trial for second-degree murder in the racially charged case.

"Obviously, we support Zimmerman and believe he is innocent and that he shot a thug," the seller wrote on the site, according to WKMG-TV.

Jay Zwitter, a sales representative for the auction site, Gunbroker.com, told Reuters the target ad was removed as soon as it came to the company's attention, but he declined to say how long the ad was on the site.

He said the company, which hosts 600,000 ads daily, has the right to remove ads, but wouldn't discuss the reason behind the removal.

"This is the highest level of disgust and the lowest level of civility," attorney Mark O'Mara, who represents Zimmerman, said of the ads, according to WKMG.

A representative for Martin's family could not immediately be reached for comment.

Authorities initially declined to arrest Zimmerman for the death of 17-year-old Martin, citing Florida's "Stand Your Ground" law, which allows people to use deadly force when they believe they are in danger of getting killed or suffering great bodily harm.

That decision prompted nationwide protests and accusations of racial bias. Zimmerman, who is white and Hispanic, was later charged by a special prosecutor appointed by the state's governor.

Hilary Shelton, director of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People's Washington bureau, criticized the targets.

"It's outrageous that someone would try and exploit such a horrific situation as an unarmed teen being gunned down, and profit off something so vile and disgusting as a gun target silhouette," Shelton said.

The seller, identified on the auction site as "Hillerarmco," could not be reached for comment. The Hillerarmco.com website, registered on April 20, was no longer available, and the seller's address was not functioning. An email from Reuters to the auction site went unanswered.

According to Tucows Domains database of website owners, the Hillerarmco.com website belonged to Hiller Armament Company in Virginia Beach, Virginia. The registrant and administrative contact names were listed as anonymous.

(Additional reporting by Chris Francescani; Editing by Jane Sutton, Cynthia Johnston and Eric Beech)

Sunday, March 18, 2012

in::dire::need

I've been in dire need of pain medication for six hours now.  Yes, I have the medication.  No, no one has told me not to take it.  Some of it is scheduled, meaning that I take it at certain times, whether my pain is stable or out of control.

I have been doing very well with it, truth be told, and even plan one of my unauthorized periods of abstention in early April.

It's something of a game, what I am doing.  How long can I go?  How bad is the pain, really, hmm*?

[*Question:  Why is "hmmm" a misspelling?]

Okay, well, this is ridiculous.  I pried open the stiff lid of this irritating laptop in order to create a pithy, amusing verbal snapshot of my Sunday morning.  Complete with cats, Fred, Bianca (and Sven).  Rounded out by The Story of Our Unwieldy Trash.  I also wanted to bemoan more medical bills, particularly the $26,000+ being paid to Doctor Ewwy-Gooey Infectious Disease Guy's office.

With such lofty intention, why am I writing about that amber bottle, one-third full of salmon-pink tablets, one of which fits precisely within the dimensions of an eye's vacant pupil?

Because I HATE this PAIN.  And yet, I don't often face it, not really.  I don't stare at it, I don't assess it purely on the basis of what it is, how it is.  I don't do the ontology of pain.  I don't have much respect for it, in spite of the accumulated evidence of its power and importance.

If I am suddenly so keen to interrogate pain, and to probe it with my dull and rusty knife, why not keep to my plan and wait for the organizational advantage of my scheduled withdrawal next month? It wouldn't feel so much like sport, like a pickup basketball game on a blacktop court without a backboard, a hoop without a net.

Okay, so basketball is in the air here at Marlinspike Hall, permeating everything.  I hate to say it, but I am still disappointed in Duke -- and I'm sure Coach K and the players wish I would lift the heavy burden of my dead and dashed hope from their shoulders.

This is an absolute marvel: A site dedicated to connecting players to pick-up basketball games.  I am finally convinced of the usefulness of the world wide web!


About InfiniteHoops

Founded in 2003, InfiniteHoops is a Seattle-based service for finding basketball games and players worldwide. Our mission is to make it easy for basketball players to connect and organize pick-up games with players of similar ability and skill.
InfiniteHoops was the first site in our pick-up sports network. It was followed by sites dedicated to soccer, softball, football and hockey - InfiniteSoftballInfiniteFootball and InfiniteHockey.
In 2010, we incorporated our sites into InfiniteSports LLC. Soon after, we partnered with CALLE to buildUnderground, a site for pick-up soccer.
The service was founded and developed by Tosh Meston. Contact him on LinkedIn.

The trick I just demonstrated was so subtle and sophisticated that maybe you missed it.  See, I can use writing, and even looking up seemingly silly things, as a means of distraction, and as anyone experienced in pain will tell you, distraction is the best painkiller of all.

It doesn't make for a cohesive blog, unfortunately, but I make no apologies.  I have a manor to run, detoxing carnies to supervise, a festival to organize, an odd, craggy, rich old sailor to appease, and a moat full of algae.

Besides, I took the breakthrough pain medication about five minutes ago.  The placebo effect is very real, even if its reference is to ephemera.  I get almost instant psychological relief from knowing that in 20-30 minutes, some actual help may arrive.  Will arrive.  Usually arrives.  Please, arrive!
Good God, Zimmerman, that deluded, self-important fool, clearly executed young Trayvon Martin. Sorry -- various 911 calls have been released to the media -- and you can hear, on some of the recordings, and you can hear it clearly, Martin calling for help.  I read somewhere [a detestable phrase!] that Zimmerman, a 28-year-old Hispanic man, has claimed to be the one calling for help.  One of his neighbors offered a heartbreaking deconstruction of that lie.  She explained that, first, it clearly was the 17-year-old "crying," but if one wished to dispute that fact, one would have to wonder why the calls for help came to a sudden mid-word halt when Zimmerman pulled the trigger.
Oh, out with it.  I fear that the infection is already back!  How?  After two "washouts" of the joint, removal of the tainted prosthesis, replacement with an antibiotic-laced spacer, a few weeks of intravenous vancomycin, six weeks of intravenous Cubicin (the "new" antibiotic of last resort), and now eleven days [out of a planned thirty] of a large dose of Bactrim DS?  Really?  How the heck can this be?

And yet, I am ridiculously informed as to what my body, mind, and soul experiences when the infection takes hold.  I say "the" infection because my mind refuses to wrap around considerations of "new" or "different" problems.

Acting out of habit, I emailed my MDVIP Go-To-Guy late last week, as I had several favors to beg, and included in my list a lamentation of the fever, nausea, and malaise that was once again plaguing me.  A new order was needed to the outpatient oncology clinic that kindly flushes my implanted port every four-to-six weeks.  Blood work was requested by Doctor Ewwy-Gooey Infectious Disease Guy's PA.  And, oh, by the way, I am again running hot, again feel invaded, again, again, still, still.


Go-To-Guy replied with what most of you are probably saying to your monitor right now: "What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Don't tell me, tell the Ewwy-Gooey Infectious Disease Guy!"  Who knew he was a Full Metal Jacket junkie, and channeling Gunnery Sergeant Hartman?

Of course, I got that message at 4 pm on Friday, not the time to bother the ID people with a problem of several days' duration.  "If it continues through the weekend," I said to myself, "I'll call them first thing Monday."

Here it is, Sunday, and I am already waffling.  Mostly because I don't want to hear what I am going to hear.  Also because I forgot that tomorrow is largely dedicated to an appointment chez Pain Management Dude, who currently heads my Shit List.

I imagine that the ID crowd will huddle up, confer, and then change antibiotics.  They may want testing first, which means a trip we dread, mostly due to the parking difficulties (and cost!) as well as the physical layout of the place, which recently moved into one of the hospital doctors' buildings, reachable only by a bridge and three elevator rides.  Or maybe that's just a smokescreen of an excuse.

I never ever feel "sicker" than when I am in that office.  Everyone is clearly ill, and seriously.  The doctors and PAs are candid and compassionate, and to see such able folk nonplussed can be upsetting.  Still, in the spirit of the place, I adopt the same abstracted, bland, blah expression as my infected mates.  We're a desperate group, pretending that nothing matters anymore.  We are, sadly, cool.


You must be really regretting the pithy and amusing account of my Sunday morning that this post was meant to be!

I did visit briefly with the three felines, as they are strangely separated today.  Marmy has coopted a comfy chair, and looks like she will never budge again.  Dobby is sulking, but sticking close to me, as is his wont, lately. And young Buddy is prowling about, vocalizing, and begging for food.  He sleeps as much as the other two but hasn't yet learned to anticipate his naps.  He just sort of collapses wherever he happens to be when fatigue hits him.

Believing that homey cat videos can salvage even the most disparate of blog posts, I present to you Buddy the Freakishly Large Kitten (enjoying some bonito tuna flakes and growing in front of my eyes) , Marmy Fluffy Butt (the embodiment of aloof), and Dobby the Runt (trying to remember why he's pissed at me).

Unfortunately, I didn't spot "triumverate" until the movie was made, and, well, I'm hoping you'll forgive me.

I'm freezing and gonna crawl back under the covers.  Me and Dobby, Dobby and me, forever....

Thanks for the distraction!