Monday, July 16, 2018

Can God save a city?

Martha Park is a writer and artist who creates illustrated investigates of urban situations.  She looked at the crisis of Cairo, Illinois, in this remarkable piece.  Ben Carson, Secretary of Housing and Urban Development, has abandoned the city -- left its fate in God's hands.  While his act is brutal, in its honesty it reveals the larger approach to cities in our nation -- abandon them and their people when they have ceased to profit centers.  Move somewhere else to make money.  These planned shrinkage policies are a disaster for the local areas and for the nation, as Dr. Rodrick Wallace has so clearly shown us in his studies of the effects of planned shrinkage on the Bronx.  When will we learn?

Thursday, July 12, 2018

A proper cup of tea

Artist Pam Shaw, who has designed three of my book covers, sent me these wise words from Chogyam Trungpa:
Hold the sadness and pain of samsara and at the same time the power and vision of the Great Eastern Sun.  Then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea.
I looked up samsara and found this explanation by Jeff Wilson:
Saṃsāra in Buddhism is the "suffering-laden cycle of life, death, and rebirth, without beginning or end."
When I was in college, and fighting the unjust war in Vietnam, its horrors filled my days.  I read a poem once that asked how was it possible to enjoy a daisy with the war going on?  

In these times, I read of children snatched from their parents, the obscene concentration of wealth, the housing famine sweeping the world, and I ask how can I enjoy the 6" sunflowers I found at Whole Foods, which are now in my yard?

I have come to believe that this is my life quest, to let the joy of the sunflower be present for me, as much as I let the suffering of the world motivate me to fight for justice.  I don't know how to do this yet.  So every morning I practice.  While my tea is brewing, I go outside to get the newspaper.  I scan the headlines for the latest madness.  Then I look at the jolly 6" sunflowers, which make me laugh.  Today my tea was a little bitter.  I'll try again tomorrow.  

It's all good, as Bob Fullilove likes to say.  It's all good.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Documents of Urban Renewal

In a few places, scholars and journalists have found the original urban renewal files, including descriptions of the buildings and photographs of the place and its people.  These documents have helped us reconstruct neighborhood life in 1950s, and support the contention of displaced residents that they were unfairly stigmatized by the urban renewal authorities.

Pittsburgh's Lower Hill was demolished for urban renewal.  Diana Nelson Jones has investigated the story and published the photos.

Albany's downtown was also demolished.  The "98 Lost Acres" Project is sharing the documents and photos on the web.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Main Street as Park

I visited a most unusual Main Street in Portland OR: the Park South Blocks, at the southwest edge of downtown Portland. 
Park South Blocks, bordered by an array of residences, commerce, and university buildings.
It is a long double allée, with curving paths, fountains, sculpture and grassy lawns. It is bordered on either side by roadways, and those, in turn are edged with buildings of fairly uniform height, but a surprising array of uses, from convenience stores to the historical society.  It is, in form, like the Ramblas in Barcelona.  Because of the dense canopy of trees, it is a sheltered and mystical spot, inviting passersby and lingerers.  I went to dinner there, getting a wonderful meal at a food truck, Tall Boy's Fish and Chips.  A young man stopped to order dinner.  I appreciated his tee shirt, which read, "All the good chemistry jokes Argon."  

While I was eating, another young man walked by with a large case -- perhaps a portfolio? I thought -- and a large box.  A few minutes later, I realized that he had set up an informal barbershop and was busy giving a trim.  
Barbershop in Park South.  
I liked Park South so much I went back in the morning.  I got a latte from Starbucks, which opens at 5am, and sat on a bench, watching the dog walkers.  Why do people let their dogs poop and pea on park grass, also used by people for yoga, and reading, and sleeping? I wondered.  A woman looked at my Starbucks and walked off with determination.  A few minutes later she reappeared with her Starbucks.  She raised it in solidarity and said, "I got some too!  I need it."  

Sunday, April 15, 2018

How do we talk about racism? Not well.

Very painful article in The New York Times (4.15.18) about the high rates of infant and maternal mortality among Black people in the US.  It opens with the story of Simone Landrum, who lost a baby through medical malpractice, but even worse from the stress of being Black in America.  Author Linda Villarosa walks us through the complex scientific literature on the excess mortality of Black mothers and babies, but there's always that sentence that speaks the whole, painful dehumanization which is the real problem here.  In this article it's this one:
"You can't convince people of something like discrimination unless you really have evidence behind it," [scientist Carol] Hogue says.  "You can't just say this -- you have to prove it." 
I  threw the magazine down on the floor and walked away for hours.  But I did want to know what happened to Simone and her children, so I found my way back to story.

Somebody might be saying, "What's wrong with that sentence?  Why is it dehumanizing?"

The first problem: "you can't convince people..."

What people?  Do I need to be convinced?  Does Simone?  Does Linda Villarosa?  Does the article's photographer, Latoya Ruby Frazier?  No, we are all convinced.  So who are those "people" who aren't convinced and are we not "people"?

The second problem: "you have to prove it..."

This is just patently a lie.  People have been "proving" discrimination until the cows come home and it still prospers, indeed, has gotten worse.  The best talk I ever heard on this problem was given at an AIDS convention by Don DesJarlais, who illustrated decisions made with data, decisions made without looking at existing data, and decisions made to prevent any data from being collected.  Data is part of the system of discrimination, as much as it is the refutation of it.

But the article is also annoying because it explains the stress of Black life and then suggests that a widespread use of doulas could save the moms and babies.  This is just wrong-headed.  We should have advocates for women of all colors.  But we also need to relieve the stress of Black life.  And we need to factor into these explanations of excess mortality the fact -- established with lots of data -- that Black life has been made much more difficult over the past 50 years by such federal, state and local policies as urban renewal, deindustrialization, planned shrinkage, the abandonment of major epidemics, the creation of mass incarceration, and more.  Otherwise we fall into victim-blaming, and that sets us back even further than we already.

All that said, Latoya Ruby Frazier: your photos are astounding.  Real black people.

ps.  People don't always believe that policy makers don't listen to "data."  Scott Pruitt, head of the EPA, issued new rules on data "transparency," not meant to be transparent, but rather to eliminate much of the evidence of the harms of toxic chemicals to the human body.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Janet Lambert and Anne B. Thompson

It seems in this world of ours that there is an infinite amount of information of just about everything.  So it is a surprise to want to know about the lives of Janet Lambert and Anne B. Thompson and find not much and certainly not enough.  This whole story started a few weeks back when I was thinking about Star Spangled Summer, a book I had read as a young teen.  I realized I could probably get it online, and sure enough, there was an edition on Kindle.  It turned out this was the first in the Penny Parrish series by Janet Lambert.  In for a sheep, in for a ram, I always say.  But actually it was nothing so rational as that -- I couldn't stop reading about the families Lambert had created.  I was fascinated by the lifeworld of the Army officer class -- army bases, West Point, war -- from World War II to the Korean War, as viewed through the eyes of their teen daughters.
Janet Lambert

Anne B.Thompson
Just Jennifer is one of the most remarkable of Lambert's books, as it follows the adventures of nine children left in Florida while their father, General Jordon, is off to the European Theater during World War II.  Jennifer is the oldest and takes charge, finding a lakeside house they can afford, and eventually winning the support of local townspeople who support the children as they struggle with ration coupons, a rickety but essential buggy, and a mysterious neighbor who turns out to be the son of a earl and Jennifer's future husband.

I found the books gripping, and couldn't help but wonder what the young people would do next.  Lambert has a fairly simple formula, offering each of a succession of heroines two admirable young men from whom to choose.  The frame of the romantic suspense in place, Lambert takes off to talk about finding one's footing as a person of worth in the midst of challenges: the exquisitely beautiful Carol confronted by her child's polio; the Jordon children keeping the home fires burning; the chaos created by the unnamed madness of Gwen; grieving the death of Ken in the Korean war or Alcie from an auto accident; or learning gratitude for wealth as Parri must.

These books have a following, as evidenced by all 54 having been reprinted.  And some scholar must have thought about them, I reasoned.  That is how I found Anne B. Thompson and her wonderful paper, "Rereading fifties teen romance: reflections on Janet Lambert," (The Lion and the Unicorn, Sept. 2005, 29;3:373).  Thompson's sensitive analysis of Lambert's approach to her characters offers a nuanced assessment of the gripping effect of the books.  She helped me appreciate that Lambert knew how to take us inside the turmoil of becoming a good person: Penny gets caught up in a Broadway adventure while her family looks for her in a panic; Carol can't get over her sadness after Davy has polio; Susan runs away from school because she needs a home; Parri pouts about her family going to Hollywood.  Each makes it through, slowly, with the help of their family, and a regular dose of salty advice from the working class women who provide the housekeeping and auxiliary mothering.

Of course then I wanted to know all about Anne B. Thompson so that I could call her up and we could just chat about Janet Lambert.  She retired from Bates College after teaching for there for 30 years.  I'll write to them to see if she left a forwarding address.  I did learn that she was busy writing a memoir about her mother and planned to read a chapter at an open studio in her new home.  I am particularly curious to know if she thinks Bitsy and Davy ever made a match of it.

Monday, April 2, 2018

What makes a place? Redux.

I still don't think we know what a sonker is, but you can eat one in Barney's Cafe on Main Street in Mount Airy, North Carolina.  Yum.  Watch this video, to learn what makes a place.