“The right wing
conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be
cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made
rewiring of a predisposition
Playing God, aw
nah here we go
America the
brave still fears what we don't know.”
Macklemore, “Same Love
Macklemore, on the cover of Rolling
Stone, is a 30 year-old white rap sensation from Seattle whose real name
Ben Haggerty. With producer Ryan Lewis
he first scored a number one hit with “Thrift Shop.” In “Same Love” he starts out: “When I was in third grade I thought I was
gay, ‘cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.” Later he declares, “If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me.” Macklemore debuted the song, which
advocates gay marriage, on “The Ellen DeGeneres Show” ten months ago.
“Lee Daniels’ The Butler,” loosely (to say the least) based on a true
story about Eugene Allen, who served eight Presidents, beginning with Truman,
is a tear-jerker. Director Lee Daniels
wanted to use the title “The Butler” but Warner Brothers claimed it infringed
on a 1916 comedy short by that name. At
times totally compelling, the film is occasionally over the top, as when the
main character’s mother is raped and his father shot in cold blood on a
plantation in 1920s Georgia. Nothing of the
sort happened to Eugene Allen. It is
disconcerting that well-known actors play Presidents (John Cusack as Nixon) or
First Ladies (Jane Fonda, of all people, as Nancy Reagan). The best of the lot was Liev Schreiber as
LBJ, crudely issuing orders to underlings while taking a crap and asking butler
Cecil Gaines (Forest Whitaker) to fetch him prune juice.
Oprah Winfrey turned in an Oscar worthy performance as Cecil’s wife
Gloria, as did David Oyelowo as militant, estranged son Louis. Cuba Gooding Jr. and Lenny Kravitz were so in
character I didn’t recognize them. The
mostly black Portage Theater audience vocally expressed delight when Gloria
slapped Louis. During his Black Panther
phase Louis ridiculed Sidney Poitier and, by implication, his own father, for
being a “white-man’s nigger.” Father and son finally reconciled in 1986 when
they were both arrested while participating in an anti-apartheid rally in front
of the South African embassy (Mayor Richard Hatcher spent a night in jail after
such a demonstration). Eugene Allen
didn’t have an activist son, but inventing Louis Gaines allowed director Lee
Daniels to encapsulate how the civil rights movement evolved. As Time reviewer Mary Pols noted, “Wildly operatic and occasionally too
obvious, ‘The Butler’ is nonetheless, like ‘Roots,’ an essential and deeply
moving filmic rendering of African-American history.”
At the Portage Meijer for the first time I bought a dozen pair of
socks. Reminiscent of the Super Kmart
when it opened at that location twenty years ago, of the more than two dozen
check-out counters all but about four were closed.
Secretary Dorothy Mokry and TerryAnn Defenser from University
Relations helped me reserve an area in IUN’s Savannah Student Center to show
the reproductions of murals honoring Martin Luther King for four days starting
September 3. The online form was so
daunting, I never could have done it alone.
TerryAnn, Scott Fulk, and James Wallace promised to provide easels on
which to display the 30 by 20-inch Camilo Vergara prints.
A two-day new faculty orientation took place in IUN’s Conference
Center featuring lectures, workshops, and social fellowship. Chuck Gallmeier talked on faculty governance
and Chris Young about the Center for Excellence in Teaching and Learning. Tim Sutherland mentioned the Archives in his
library pitch. Jon Briggs was there,
too, in some role. New Student
orientations have been occurring all summer.
My guess is that Anne Balay, in the Archives to work on captions for
photos she’s using in “Steel Closets,” was not invited to enlighten either
group about the LGBT support group Rainbow Connections.
Son Dave is bringing 42 East Chicago Central students to our “Dream
Continues” event at the Gardner Center at 1 pm on August 28. On Saturday during installation we’ll put out
a hundred chairs. IU Northwest Tech
Services converted an “Eyes of the Prize” episode from VHS to DVD. I’m showing a 30-minute excerpt covering the
Birmingham Crusade and March on Washington.
Ryan Shelton designed posters, which I’ll take on Saturday. Ryan, coach of the Lady Redhawks, is looking
forward to the upcoming basketball season and wrote a press release announcing
that IUN has a new head volleyball coach, Diane White, and has on the team a
6’1 transfer student, Natasha Van Glider, to go with four return players and
nine freshman.
above, Lady Redhawks; below Jonathan and Connie in 2009
Former student and Voodoo Chili fan Jonathan Rix is getting
married. He’d been in ill health, so
it’s great he’s back on his feet, in large part, I’m sure, because of fiance
Connie Dudley.
According to Robert Lombardo’s “Organized Crime in Chicago,” African
Americans in the Windy City during the Depression Thirties wagered an estimated
$18 million a year was wagered on policy.
Walter Kelly expanded his operation from the South Side to East Chicago
and Gary before gunned down by someone connected to remnants of the Al Capone
gang.
First night of bowling: I rolled a 450 series and passed out volume 42
to teammates, owner Jim Fowble, and Sheet and Tin League president Bobby
McCann, who thanked me profusely and whose wife had me autograph it. Turncoat Duke Caminski joined Bob Sheid’s
team, leaving us one short until Frank’s golf league ends. I finished with a strike, raised my arms, and
exclaimed, “I’ll be back next week.”
Sometimes in similar situations, paraphrasing Ernie Banks, I’ll yell,
“Let’s go four.” I woke up slightly sore
in the butt, back, and neck, but the arthritic shoulder felt fine.
Will Radell wrote an account about last month’s reenactment of the
Battle of Gettysburg. Part of the Twentieth
Indiana contingent out of Crown Point that formed part of the Army of the
Wabash, he slept in a dog tent, battling ticks, mosquitoes, moles, and, on the
last day, rain. He might have passed out
on the Willoughby Run battlefield, the heat was so intense, had it not been for
“Ice Angels,” women passing out ice, and by constantly drinking water and
Gatorade. Sweat burned the eyes, and
rifle barrels were almost too hot to hold.
Another hazard was damaging one’s eardrums, especially from canon
fire. Officers put men through strenuous
drill exercise before battle and made sure rifles were cleaned and properly
stacked at day’s end. Will reunited with
former comrades from Pennsylvania and met re-enactors who came from as far away
as Sweden and Australia.
In the New York Times Sunday
Magazine “Lives” column novelist Ben Dolnick wrote about actress Olivia
Wilde (“Cowboys and Aliens,” “The Incredible Burt Wonderstone”) having a crush
on him when she was ten. At least that’s
how he remembers it. Regarding memory
fallibility, he quotes William Maxwell, to wit: “In talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw.” Dolnick explains the tendency to replace “multifarious actual experience with a
simplified, and possibly falsified story.”
I believe Carol Shuman had a fifth grade crush on me while I only had
eyes for Judy Jenkins. Would Carol
remember it that way? She once stabbed
me in the palm of my hand with a pencil (I still carry around a trace of the
lead) and became mortified when her halter-top fell off in front of me at a
picnic at Wayne Wylie’s even though she hadn’t yet begun to develop breasts. Carol had feelings toward me, I’m fairly
certain, but sadly it was at a time in our lives when, as Dolnick puts it, “boy-girl relations were still perilous.” Can memory from so many years ago even be
trusted?
I delivered posters about the MLK event to Lake Street Gallery, Lee
Construction, and the Woodson-Wildermuth Library and flyers to Miller Bakery
Café just as Mayor Karen Freeman-Wilson was arriving. She’s attending the March on Washington
Saturday and hopes to be at our event on August 28. Corey and Sam were sprucing up the Gardner
Center, and I left them two posters, too.
We installing framed photos Saturday.
Camilo posted the results of an installation at an abandoned diner in Camden,
New Jersey.
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