Friday, August 8, 2014

Forgiving Richard Nixon

Today marks the 40th anniversary of the resignation of Richard Nixon.  In listening to the many retrospectives, I find myself conflicted.  Nixon accomplished a great deal during his presidency but his most lasting legacy appears to be the remembrance of his descent into political hell during and after the Watergate fiasco.  Forty years ago, I believed that his fate was well deserved and, I suppose, I continue to think so today.  And yet, these days I find myself feeling a tad more sorry for the man and his failings than I find myself felling angry.  I wonder if others amongst us have similar feelings about the man as well. 

Peace.


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In my youth, I actually had nightmares about Nixon.  Indeed, in my lifetime, he is the only President, I have ever had a dream about.  I remember riding the Greyhound bus across the country on my way to Amherst and listening to this song and thinking about Nixon.


I also remember cringing when Sammy Davis, Jr. famously hugged the man and my anger at Sammy for doing that prevented me from appreciating Sammy as an artist for many years to come.

But I am no longer so young and my nightmares tend to be few and far between these days.  Long ago, I forgave Sammy and actually bought a CD of his greatest hits. To my surprise, Sammy could really, really sing.  And so, today, I can appreciate him for his talent and forgive him for his failings.

Likewise, with Nixon, I guess I have seen so much over the years.  Time has passed and like so many others that I once feared and/or despised, Nixon just no longer seems to merit such negative energy.  Today, in looking back at him, he just seems more and more like a pathetic man who through hard work was able make his own living hell.  In looking at such a life, I find myself feeling more pity than anger.  

Of course, I could never condone the sins of the man, but I continue to work on forgiving the sinner.

Peace.


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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

A Wise Comedian

One of the more memorable moments for me from my attendance at the Amherst Black Alumni Reunion in 2013 did not occur with the Amherst Black Alumni.  In fact it did not occur at Amherst at all.  One of the more memorable moments occurred the Monday night after the reunion when, after a day of sightseeing in New York, Ping and I returned to Princeton, New Jersey, for our night's rest.  Before returning to the hotel, Ping treated me to dinner at what appeared to be one of the better eating establishments in downtown Princeton.  During the course of our conversation, we found ourselves engaged in a conversation with a man who had been dining alone at a table one over from our own.  Somewhere during the conversation, we became aware of each other's backgrounds and we briefly discussed the fact that his profession in life was the buying of companies. I suppose he would be akin to the Richard Gere character in the movie "Pretty Woman". We discussed some of his business dealings for a brief while but surprisingly the conversation took on a more spiritual tone.  For the next two hours, we sat there chatting about our personal theologies and spiritual experiences.  We talked and talked until the restaurant workers began to indicate that it was time to close.  So we left the restaurant and talked on the streets of Princeton for a good fifteen to twenty minutes more. 

Since that time, we have kept in touch and last week he sent me an unusual email about a commencement address given by the comedic actor Jim Carrey.  It may seem strange, but I found the address given by Mr. Carrey to be rather profound.  Perhaps, you will as well.

Peace.
  

To watch a great commencement speech by Jim Carey MUM, go to:
 
 
It will be well worth your time.

Another Perspective on the Civil Rights Act of 1964

A couple of years ago, I was at a conference where, after the sessions had ended, a number of the participants offered to show the other participants some of the formal steps involved in dancing (foxtrot, Charleston, swing). Being a bit adventurous, my girlfriend and I decided to take the opportunity to learn a few dance steps. A very enthusiastic guy named Roy took Ping and me through our stumbling paces and by the end of the session we were able to do a few steps, but we were still in awe of the steps of the master dancer Roy and his very limber partners.  At the end of the lessons, we may not have been as masterful as Roy but we were grateful for the lessons that he had attempted to impart to us. 

Today Roy sent me an email asking me to read an op-ed piece he had written and to comment on it.  I did so and reflected that in this op-ed piece Roy was once again providing a lesson.  Perhaps, you may see it as a lesson as well and, perhaps, you too will "dance."    

Peace.


By Roy Herron
Special to Viewpoint
Fifty years ago, when President Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964, I was in elementary school and had no clue about the law that would drastically change daily life for African-Americans. I surely had no idea how it would improve life for white Americans like me.
This historic legislation outlawed discrimination on the basis of race, color, religion or national origin at “places of public accommodation.” The movie theater I frequented had to discard its “coloreds only” entrance and the segregated balcony. Restaurants where we ate had to let African-Americans out of the kitchens and into the dining areas. My future friends, like state Sen. Reggie Tate of Memphis, were no longer excluded from admission to the Mid-South Fair six days a week.
The new law gave the U.S. attorney general authority to seek redress when school boards deprived students “of the equal protection of the laws.” Two years later, my school in Weakley County, Tennessee, was desegregated. And for the first time, I began to spend time daily with African-American children. I had new friends in the classrooms, and the lessons went beyond reading and writing.
After signing the Civil Rights Act, President Johnson said to an aide, “We (Democrats) have lost the South for a generation.” The president underestimated the political impact, which continues now two generations later.
In 1966, just two years later, the people of Tennessee for the first time popularly elected a Republican to the U.S. Senate.
In 1968, in Memphis, the sanitation workers went on strike and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was struck down. In Nashville the Republicans took control of the state House of Representatives for the first time since Reconstruction.  Then in 1970, Tennessee elected a second Republican to the U.S. Senate, throwing out Democratic Sen. Albert Gore Sr. 
Despite the backlash, the Civil Rights Act changed customs and changed society. With those changes, what could not have been imagined in 1964 became reality in 2008: An African-American was elected president.
Yet some Republicans responded to this historic progress with crude jokes and racist appeals to fellow bigots. In just one of many examples, a Tennessee Republican state legislative aide sent e-mails caricaturing President Barack Obama’s official portrait as two cartoon eyes peering from a black background.
When in 2010 I ran for Congress, racism was too easy to find. I can still see the angry face of the man at the duck supper who responded to my handshake with “Lemme talk with you about your (N-word) president.” And the scowling man at the rodeo who snarled, “I don’t shake hands with darkies or Democrats — and they’re often the same.”
Thankfully, most Republicans are not racists. But while most Republicans would never discriminate, degrade or demean, their leaders’ legislative actions still repress voters and reverse progress.
All over the country, Republicans are pushing new impediments to discourage and decrease voting by minorities and low-income citizens. While Republicans say they oppose big and oppressive government, they rammed through Tennessee’s government ID law, now notorious as one of the nation’s most burdensome. Only certain government cards now are acceptable at the polls, after Republicans outlawed using a Social Security card or even photo ID cards from the Memphis public library or the University of Memphis.  Those without a driver’s license – nationally, 25% of African-Americans – now must go to a driver’s license station, but fewer than half of our counties even have such a station. 
Republicans claim these laws fight voter fraud, but instances of persons trying to vote while using someone else’s identity are almost nonexistent. And researchers at the University of Southern California showed strong evidence that “discriminatory intent underlies legislative support for (these new) voter identification laws.”
The first book of the Bible teaches, “So God created humankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them.” God’s image does not have a color, but it does have a creed. The Apostle Paul put it this way in Galatians 3: “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” 
Our American ideals long have taught that we are one. The Great Seal of the United States proclaims “E pluribus unum” — from many, one.
But it was just 50 years ago today that statesmen and idealists and people of a deep faith in Almighty God and in America together created the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Let us celebrate their good work for justice and freedom. And let us carry on their good work, so all God’s children can live in peace and love in truth.

Roy Herron is chairman of the Tennessee Democratic Party. Communications director Rick Herron and interns Garrett Jennings and Hannah Oakley of the state Democratic Party assisted in researching and writing this column.
 

Thursday, February 27, 2014

The Price of Inequality and the Corporate Bottom Line

As the documentary "Unnatural Causes" notes "Recent data suggests that chronic stress associated with being a minority, particularly being African American, for some biological reason, increases the risk of delivering a premature, low birth weight infant." Earlier this month a firestorm erupted over the remarks made by Tim Armstrong, the AOL CEO, concerning the impact caring for "distressed babies" could have on the corporate bottom line
Armstrong received a great deal of criticism, causing him to soften his message and to apologize for any offense he may have caused
However, the criticisms made against Armstrong were often emotionally tinged rather than grounded in fact
Indeed, the facts and the epidemiological studies all point to the fact that caring for premature babies is a costly proposition. The facts and the epidemiological studies also indicate that minorities, especially African Americans, are more likely to have premature babies. If minimizing health care costs is a legitimate business concern, then why would it not be a legitimate factor in the corporate hiring process. After all, all things being equal, the studies now show that there are racially specific disparities in the health prospects of potential employees. Would it not be prudent in the corporate world to take those racial disparities into account in hiring new employees?
It is a Brave New World, a brave new world indeed.
Peace.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Native American Sports Names

This past week, a local high school abandoned is long held mascot name. Based on the arguments that have been made, it appears that it is long past the time to end the practice that is maintained by some of our professional sports teams. So those of you who reside in Washington, D. C. (Washington Redskins); Cleveland (Cleveland Indians); or Atlanta (Atlanta Braves) you appear to have a ready made cause for you to consider supporting. What say you?

Peace.

Monday, October 28, 2013

We are the Rabbits! The Mighty, Mighty Rabbits!

This past weekend was the time for my annual pilgrimage back home to Victorville, California. I go back every year at this time to celebrate my Mom's birthday. Of course, my Mom passed away almost three years ago now, but it still is a time for me to return and pay homage to woman that gave birth to me and to the town that helped to shape me.
After driving for seven hours, I arrived at the cemetery just before sunset. I had purchased some roses at the Costco in Bakersfield so I spent a few moments clearing the grass out of my father's gravestone cup and then proceeded to place twelve flowers in my mother's cup and eleven in my father's cup. Dad got shortchanged today because one of the flower buds had broken off from the stem.
As the sun was setting on the San Bernardino Mountain range, I began to reflect on so many days of long ago and, while looking at the adjoining gravestones of my parents, I began to miss them very much. It has been many years now since they have been gone, but even now the emotions can be quite overwhelming.
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After my time with Mom and Dad, I went and had a bite to eat at a "new" nearby Thai restaurant. The decor was actually rather classy and the food was quite good. Victorville had come a long way from the days when one of the better restaurants in town was the J.I.M. (Jesus Is Mine) Broiler.
After consuming half of my Pad See Ew, I decided to go and check out the football game at my old high school, Victor Valley High School, the Home of the Jackrabbits. For those not familiar with small towns, Friday Night in the Fall is high school football night and for the local high schools Friday night in October is the social event of the week. On this night, it was particularly special because it was homecoming. At homecoming, the game is more important and the half time is more special. At half-time is when the Homecoming Queen and King are crowned and they reign as such for the rest of their lives.

For me, returning was a blast to the past. The game was still held in the stadium where many moons ago the coaches tortured us by making us run up and down the concrete stadium steps to the point of exhaustion. Indeed the cement itself appeared to have begun to finally wear down from the thousands of "stadium runs" that have been performed over the years.

I purchased a program for this special night and, in browsing it, noticed three things. First, I noticed that unlike in my day, almost all of the players were black or Mexican. Out of the 37 faces and names that comprised the Varsity squad only three were white. In my day, it would have been more the other way around. However, oddly enough, and this is the second thing I noticed, while the football team was mostly black and Mexican, the entire coaching staff of six was white. Finally, the third thing I noticed was that at the back of the program the students had inserted an open letter to the head coach thanking him for all that he had done for them. Apparently, the Coach had served as a "father" figure for so many of the young men. Indeed, the Coach had been doing so for the last 37 years at the same school and, to my pleasant surprise, the Coach who so inspired his players was a fellow classmate of mine, a member of the Class of 1971.
Well, in fitting form, the Rabbits demonstrated the speed that rabbits are known for and were able to outrun the Granite Hill Cougars all night. During half-time the Homecoming Queen and King were crowned and, yes, the Homecoming Queen was African American. There was an unexpectedly good fireworks show and the Rabbits came back out after half-time and continued to run over and away from the Cougars. The Rabbits, the Mighty, Mighty Rabbits prevailed 35-20, and my Classmate received the traditional Gatorade bath that victorious coaches all over the country seem to receive.
 
After the teams had exchanged their display of good sportsmanship, I went down to the field and tapped my classmate on the shoulder. I congratulated him on the victory and on his career. I told him that seeing the game had been a special treat for me.  And, in that moment, the Coach, in his Gatorade soaked attire, beamed with a joy that few of us will ever know.
I left that field thinking about the influence my football coach classmate has had on the lives of hundreds, if not thousands, of young men and women throughout his 37 years at our alma mater. I paid particular note of the apparent fact that while the complexion of those in attendance at the high school had changed, this man's dedication to them had not. I thought of all this and I began to think that of all of the graduates of Victor Valley High School Class of 1971, it just might be that this football coach classmate is the most "successful" of us all.

Gandhi

Perhaps the greatest man of the twentieth century was Mohandas Gandhi. Gandhi had a long career fighting apartheid in South Africa before returning to his native India to fight British imperialism there. Gandhi's philosophy of non-violent resistance became the hallmark for such leaders as Martin Luther King and also influenced the return of Nelson Mandela from his 27 years in prison. In 1982, an Academy Award winning film was released depicting Gandhi's life. In viewing it, and later reading about Gandhi and reflecting upon his accomplishments, my life was changed. The film can be found at
But most importantly begin the viewing at 2:45 of the movie and pay particular attention to the scene that lasts from 2:55 to 2:57. It is in that scene that the essence of Gandhi comes through and which forms the basis of my "Afro-Centric" aversion. But more on this in the next installment of Perspectives.