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Friday, April 5, 2019

Routines

“The nicest thing about fussy people is, they have their little routines,” Anne Tyler, “A Patchwork Planet”

I don’t consider myself a fussy person but do have a normal weekday routine that includes getting dressed, putting coffee on, fixing grapefruit slices and juice, retrieving the Post-Triband Times, having cereal (usually Rice Krispies) and bacon or Kielbasa, and fixing a half-sandwich and veggies for lunch at IU Northwest, where I’d eat with Mike Olszanski on Wednesdays and leave early Tuesday for a nap before bridge.  Routine also means unexceptional, such as a routine fly ball.

Saturdays I’d normally to take James bowling at Inman’s and beforehand cook kielbasa and pancakes (with chocolate bits for him, blueberries for me).  Afterwards, we’d have lunch at Culver’s, using newspaper coupons Toni found for us.  Last week, however, he had play practice, and this weekend is competing in a tournament in Indy.  In the car I usually listen to WXRT’s “Saturday Morning Flashback” show, this week featuring the year 1973, when the Watergate scandal caused Nixon to say plaintively, “I am not a crook.”  Hearing “Ramblin’ Man” and “Dark Side of the Moon” reminded me of getting high listening to the Allman Brothers at Larry Kaufman’s and Pink Floyd at Al Sterken’s. “Long Train Running” was on my favorite Doobie Brothers album, “The Captain and Me,” which Milan Andrejevich would put on for me at his parties.  Many 1973 songs contained long instrumentals jam, such as Steely Dan’s “Bodhisattva.” In Buddhism the word bodhisattva refers to one who delays reaching nirvana in order to help suffering beings.

In Mary Kate Blake’s Urban Sociology class to discuss Gary’s recent history, I passed out  the new edition of “Gary: A Pictorial History” showing photos of Tyrell Anderson and the Decay Devils, whom they will meet at Union Station on their tour Friday.  Then I exhibited the front page Post-Tribstory about Bill Pelke’s Monday IUN appearance, featuring photos of Bill with Paula Cooper and a photo of “Nana” Ruth. They had read about the murder in Glen Park of Pelke’s grandmother at the hands of four Lew Wallace ninth graders including Cooper, initially sentenced to death, and how it contributed to white flight. A student asked whether Richard Hatcher’s election in 1967 caused whites to move to the suburbs.  I discussed contributing factors that took place before Hatcher assumed office, such as passage of an omnibus civil rights ordinance and federally-mandated bussing of black students to Glen Park schools. I described scare tactics unscrupulous realtors used to induce rapid turnover in “changing” neighborhoods.  When I discussed middle class black flight, someone asked if I felt they were abandoning their people.  I replied that families shouldn’t feel guilty about doing what’s best for themselves and that many retain connections with their old neighborhoods and churches.  A Mexican international student asked how long it took to put together Steel Shavingsissues and was incredulous when I answered yearly.  He had not yet found any area authentic Region Mexican restaurants but seemed unfamiliar with East Chicago.  I recommended Casa Blanca, where Lorenzo Arrredondo recently took me.  I told him about “Maria’s Journey” and when he asked the spelling of Arredondo, promised to give him a copy Monday.
At the library I picked up the Weezer album containing covers of their favorite Oldies, including “Africa,” “Take On Me,” and “Billy Jean,” among others. Even though I’m already reading three other books, I couldn’t resist Saidiya Hartman’s “Wayward Lives, Beautiful Experiments: Intimate Histories of Social Upheaval,” about young black women living in New York and Philadelphia at the turn of the twentieth century who found Victorian standards of behavior irrelevant to their lives.  Hartman wrote: 
 Few, then or now, recognized young black women as sexual modernists, free lovers, radicals, and anarchists, or realized that the flapper was a pale imitation of the ghetto girl.
 The wild idea that animates this book is that young black women were radical thinkers who tirelessly imagined other ways to live and never failed to consider how the world might be otherwise.

Having done lots of walking, I must have grunted loud enough going down IUN’s John Will Anderson Library steps for a student to turn around.  Driving down Broadway, I noticed English professor George Bodmer lugging what appeared to be items from his office as he nears retirement. I felt a pang of regret that this once close friend no longer speaks to me over a university matter that occurred several years ago.  Despite his cantankerous disposition, I’ve missed having lunch with him. He was never boring.
 Gary NAACP leader Jeanette Strong in 1963 Fair Housing protest, virtual museum photo from Calumet Regional Archives
On the front page of the Post-Trib was an article about scholars from Ball State starting a virtual museum about Hoosier civil rights history.  Recipients of a $50,000 grant from the Interior Department, the Ball State team includes professors of history, anthropology, and archaeology and a team of grad students.  Reporter Nancy Webster wrote that representatives met with Steve McShane and me at the Calumet Regional Archives and David Hess at Gary Public Library.  They will be holding a forum in East Chicago in order to solicit community input.  I alerted Lake County clerk Lorenzo Arredondo since his family deserves being featured as in the documentary “Hoosiers: A New History of Indiana” based on the book by historian James Madison.
 Sam, parents, and Sam, Jr.

 

Patrick Chase emailed a couple dozen photos of grandfather Carl, who built a golf course on the grounds of American Bridge, and Patrick’s father Sam, who as a student opposed the 1927 Emerson School Strike.  He recalled his father saying that he and others opposed to the walk-out – perhaps Principal E.A. Spalding or even Superintendent William A. Wirt -  got on Emerson’s roof to speak to the rebellious students, urging them to stay in school.    

Trump supporters love to use the word “snowflake” against the President’s detractors, ridiculing their alleged hypersensitivity toward political incorrectness.  Charles Palahniuk’s “Fight Club” (1996) may have coined the pejorative term when a character says, “You are not special, you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.” On MSNBC’s “Morning Joe” Mika Brzezinski, defending Joe Biden against those who have taken issue with his admittedly “tactile” campaign style, claimed not to be a snowflake and would welcome Biden with a big hug.  Fox commentators who ignore Trump’s truly abhorrent behavior have begun calling Biden “Creepy Uncle Joe” after Trump mouthpiece Kellyanne Conway criticized his “creepy” behavior.
                                                
above, Mika Brzezinski; below, Freddie Gray
What a bummer was the final episode of the HBO documentary about convicted felon Adnan Syed, who has spent 20 years in prison for a murder he may not have committed – allegedly strangling a fellow high school student, Korean-American Hae Min Lee, and burying the body in Baltimore’s Leakin Park.  On a related note, a recent New York TimesSunday magazine article entitled “The Tragedy of Baltimore: How an American City Falls Apart” traces the uptick of violent crime (309 homicides in 2018 alone) since the death of 25 year-old Freddie Grey while in police custody.  Stung by criticism and upset over new procedures that restrict their freedom, Baltimore’s men in blue drastically reduced their police presence in high crime neighborhoods.  At a community forum Renee McCray spoke of visiting Baltimore’s tourist-friendly Inner Harbor.  She recalled:
 The lighting was so bright.  People had scooters. They had bikes.  They had babies in strollers.  And I said: What city is this?  This is not Baltimore City.  Because if you go up Martin Luther King Boulevard we’re all bolted in our homes, we’re locked down.  All any of us want is equal protection.
 Lonnie at Kentucky and in West Side uniform

Reporter Chase Goodbread, researching a feature story on University of Kentucky cornerback Lonnie Johnson, Jr., projected to be a first round draft choice, wanted background information on his hometown of Gary.  A two-way star at West Side, in addition to his defensive skills Lonnie rushed and caught passes for over a thousand yards.  Coming from a close-knit steelworker family, Johnson helped West Side win the 2014 state track and field championship, winning the long jump and the 4x100 relay.  What Goodbread knew about Gary came from Wikipedia and a two-day visit that included interviewing his grandmother and parents Nora and Lonnie.  I told Goodbread about Gary’s proud high school football tradition that produced Hall of Fame coach Hank Stram and such NFL players as George Taliaferro, Les Bingaman, Alex Karras, and Fred “The Hammer” Williamson.  During the past half-century basketball has attracted most local athletes, as Gary schools can no longer field gridiron teams that can compete with Region suburban powerhouses with squads 3 or 4 times that of West Side or Roosevelt.  Gary’s public schools have suffered from the state’s funding of charter schools.  Goodbread told me that Nora Johnson had been a track star and praised Mayor Richard Hatcher’s support for youth sports programs.  At his request I mailed him “Gary’s First Hundred Years.”
Mrs. Garrison, Mr. Slave & Big Gay Al
IUN hosted Indiana University’s annual Women’s and Gender Studies Research Conference.  Noticing that Kaden Alexander was presenting a paper on queer stereotypes in the satirical Comedy Central adult cartoon “South Park,” I decided to attend.  He was great, not reading his paper like most undergraduates and speaking in a loud, clear voice about something that obviously interested him.  The enthusiasm was contagious and his observations enlightening.  He spoke about ornery Mr. Garrison who transitions into Mrs. Garrison and receives a “fancy new vagina” as well as breasts but then is remorseful because she doesn’t ovulate or become pregnant like a “real woman.” In a clip Mr. Slave and Big Gay Al (one a body builder, the other a “bear”) ridicule Mrs. Garrison and call her a fag.  I sat next to David Parnell, whose student Emily McLean spoke on religion and LGBTQ identity.  During Q and A I asked Em Beard, who had referred to Simone de Beauvoir in her talk “Defining Gender,” about the use of “lesbian” becoming less common compared to “queer.” The latter, she replied, is more inclusive.  SPEA lecturer Jacqueline Huey lamented the insinuation that “lesbian” was an old-fashioned concept.  Even the honorific Ms. is giving way to Mx. among many millennials.
At lunch I received hugs from former IUN professor Lori Monalbano, presently a counselor at IU South, and IU South Bend Gender Studies professor April Lidinsky, who, like me, testified on Anne Balay’s behalf when she was unjustly denied tenure and promotion.  Kaden Alexander introduced me to his wife Terry, who was wearing a Lambda Delta Xi shirt.  Rather than call the organization a fraternity or sorority, she used the word diaternity. Terry told me that it replaced the LGBTQ group Connectionz disbanded and has ten members of various gender identifications and a campus adviser, Beth Tyler.  It’s only the second such chapter in the country, the Alpha chapter being at Kutztown University in Pennsylvania.  A former Valparaiso University student, Terry knew Liz Wuerffel and Allison Schuette, whom I’ll be in an oral history session with in Salt Lake City in October.
                   Danish women after Niqab banned 
Keynote speaker Sherene Razack, who teaches at UCLA and whose many books include “Looking White People in the Eye,” spoke on the topic “The Racial/Spatial Politics of Banning the Muslim Niqab.”  While I’m opposed in general to government bans on certain types of clothing, Razack condemned Canadian prohibitions against their use by police, teachers or women testifying in court.  Not sure I agree, but I guess the state should not prevent it if those doing the hiring are aware of that beforehand.  In the court case the woman had shown her face when applying for a driver’s license but didn’t wish to confront defendants on trial for raping her. When someone mentioned Niqabs being symbols of oppression and indicator of the plight of women in Muslim countries like Saudi Arabia, Razack claimed that as a feminist she had little good to say about Saudi Arabia’s treatment of women but equated Niqab bans with western cultural imperialism.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Bye to the Boob



“I followed the trail out of the room, invigorated by the possibility of reinventing my own body. The meaning was mine, as long as I was with those who had the vision and vocabulary to understand my creation.”  Nick Krieger, “Nina Here Nor There: My Journey Beyond Gender
Because transgender people are making news, Jerry Davich again interviewed Kaden Jakeb Alexander to report on how his transition from F to M is progressing and on his plans for sex adjustment surgery.  Davich wrote: “I first met and wrote about Kaden last year at this time, and he has experienced significant changes since then, though with courage, humor and admitted frustration with mainstream acceptance.”  On a “GOFUNDME” site called “Bye to the Boob” Kaden wrote:

Hi guys! My name is Kaden, and I am working towards getting the body I feel I was supposed to be born in. Sadly I do not have the funds to afford everything for my transition, that's where this account comes in! I am hoping to raise enough money to get me started on testosterone, and to pay for top surgery. 

My family is not supporting at all so they will not help me with the costs. The support I have comes from friends, my girlfriend, and some of her family. The trans* community has also helped me a lot with mental stability through those parts of my transition.

I am not sure exactly what surgeon I would like to have do the surgery, but I am pretty sure I will choose someone close to my new home in California. I am starting testosterone in the upcoming months so I would like to start saving for top surgery because I know it will take a while to make the money for the procedure.

For the New Yorker Jeffrey Tobin wrote about “Justice Scalia’s Shameful Joke":

There was a shocking, ugly moment during the argument of Obergefell v. Hodges, the same-sex marriage case, in the Supreme Court on Tuesday. Right after Mary Bonauto, the lawyer challenging marriage bans in several states, completed her argument, a spectator rose from a back row and started screaming, “If you support gay marriage, you will burn in Hell!” As the man yelled, “It’s an abomination!,” guards carried him from the courtroom

That wasn’t the ugly part, though. In the quiet moment after the man was removed, as his shouts vanished into the hallway, Justice Antonin Scalia filled the silence with a quip. “It was rather refreshing, actually,” he said.

It may have been just a joke from the senior Associate Justice on the Court, but what kind of joke—or was it really a joke at all? Scalia probably did think that the directness of the protester was bracing—“refreshing.” Indeed, there’s every reason to believe that Scalia more or less shared the protester’s view of the immorality of homosexuality, and that he regards the Court’s toleration of gay people as one of the great disasters of his nearly three decades as a Justice.

Nicole Anslover’s students discussed Diane Sawyer’s interview with Bruce Jenner last Friday on ABC’s 20/20 and noted not only how woefully ignorant Sawyer appeared to be about transgenders but how she seemed fixated on questions of plumbing and sexual preference.  I described the media circus when Renée Richards (formerly Richard Raskind) played in the 1977 U.S. Open after a court overruled tennis officials who had prevented her from competing the previous year (the same year Jenner was Associated Press athlete of the year after winning Olympic gold in the decathlon, the ultimate test of speed, strength, and stamina.

One student related how being in the LGB group Rainbow Serenity opened her eyes to what it meant being transgender.  Another, a member of Rainbow Connectionz, contrasted the welcoming atmosphere on the Bloomington campus, including gender-neutral bathrooms, with the high level of ignorance at branch campuses.

At lunch I told Jonathyne Briggs he reminded me of Robert Downy, Jr.  A guy at the next table must have heard me and looked over.  “I hope not when he was a dope addict in the 1990s,” Jon replied.  At his recent fiftieth birthday party Downy had Duran Duran and Steely Dan perform.
Jack Bloom asked for comments on an essay entitled “Class, Race, and the Rise of the New Right.”  He discussed Republican use of code words and bogus issues to disguise their appeals to racists, such as “welfare cheats,” “crime in the streets,” “reverse racism,” and “voter fraud.”  I suggested an additional one, “forced busing.”
In an email titled “Sine Die” legislative intern Marla Gee reported on the conclusion of the Indiana legislative session:

Last night we were here until 10:30.  Tonight, they are predicting midnight.  I’m hanging tough.  As usual I never wake up in enough time to fix lunch, and so today it will be a diet of Ritz Crackers that I keep in my desk, and a block of Kraft Mild Cheddar that I keep in the community fridge.  I think I have enough tea bags, instant coffee, and sugar packets to hold me well into the night, and I have to remember to grab a ½ pint of milk from the snack bar at the end of the hall before they close at 4:00.  (I can stand my tea without milk, but I can’t tolerate coffee without large quantities of milk and sugar!)  Dr. Vernon Smith left gifts of big milk chocolate bars advertising Indiana University for all the interns, and so that will be on my menu as well! Ankles are still swollen from last night.  When I’m in my office and not in Chambers, my shoes are off…  Bottom line is, this is it.  Everything has to be passed, including the budget, by midnight tonight.  Last count was that there were still 36 bills remaining for final action in the House.

Lunched with both of my reps this week (Gail Riecken of Evansville, and Clyde Kersey and his wife, from Terre Haute).  Very sweet, very warm people - - I was lucky in that regard.  During our dinner break last night I attended a Sine Die party hosted by the Black Caucus.  It was somewhat abbreviated because the interns had to be back within the hour, but it was a nice gathering.  Great chicken wings!  Today there are also several picture-taking sessions going on in Chambers, once they get a break, and I’ll go up and have the photos taken with my reps and the Black Caucus.  It’s kinda corny, and I hate having my picture taken, but in this instance I think they will be nice mementos.

Will no doubt drag myself in here tomorrow morning at 8:00 and try to tidy up.  It’s amazing how messy my desk can get in just a few short months.  I started here right after Christmas, December 29th, remember?  Seems so long ago.  I have no idea what we will be doing Friday; I’m guessing an extended lunch and lots of goodbyes.  Turning in my keys and I.D. security badge.  I will miss this beautiful old mansion with its marble floors that are killing my knees.  I will miss most of the people I have encountered here, some more than others.  And although I know it’s wrong, I will always think of my fellow interns as My Kids.  They are all very bright, ambitious young adults…but they’re still My Kids.  When 4:30 rolls around, I’m hauling ass over to the Greyhound station and I AM COMING HOME!!!!  Most of my stuff is winter stuff, and so my sister and her husband have promised to bring the heavy coats and scarves and gloves the next time they come to Gary, so I won’t have to deal with trying to transport major luggage on the bus Friday night.

My bowling banquet was bittersweet since several teams, including my Electrical Engineers, won’t be back next year.  Rob, Dick, and Frank want to bowl in a daytime league, so I guess I’ll join them.  Mel and John will try to join another team, perhaps The Big Hurt.  With camera in hand I took photos of my favorite opposing team, the Dingbats, and league champs, Friends for Life.  Crude as always, James Smith asked, “What are you going to do, masturbate to it?”  Jokester Duke Caminsky, overhearing Mel ask whether I planned to be first in the chow line again, cut in front of me and later pilfered my cupcake.  Our teammate two years ago, Duke hopefully will consider becoming an Engineer again on Thursday afternoons.
above, downtown Gary (circa 1920); below, South Shore Train in Miller (1963)
Mel’s neighbor Oscar Cobb plans to revisit the Archives to read up on interurbans in operation early in the twentieth century.  Gary Railways linked virtually every community in Lake County, and the South Shore, still in existence, took passengers to Chicago and as far east as South Bend.  Railroad historian William D. Middleton wrote:

One of the most colorful chapters in the history of transportation in North America was that of the electric interurban railway.  Interurbans provided a form of fast, frequent, and inexpensive transportation that helped bridge the gap between the horse and buggy era in rural America and the modern age of paved highways and the family automobile.  Constructed during scarcely two decades of boundless enthusiasm and almost reckless promotion, the interurban railway industry had reached its peak by the end of World War I, when nearly 10,000 interurban cars operated over a network of more than 18,000 miles in almost every state of the Union.  After a period of prosperity that was tragically brief, the interurbans began an abrupt decline and within another two decades had ceased to represent a significant force in American transportation

At a SPEA Public Affairs forum on “Race and the Criminal Justice System,” East Chicago police chief Mark J. Becker, a former FBI agent and Portage chief, gave a no-nonsense talk about the need for mutual respect between policemen and the community, admitting that cops first and foremost are going to look out for their own safety.   During introductions he got a laugh when he said he left Portage because he didn’t like the mayor (James Snyder) and the mayor didn’t like him.  First Assistant U.S. Attorney for Northern Indiana Clifford Johnson said that police must understand that suspects may have disabilities that prevent them from obeying all commands, such as putting their hands over their head.  Johnson has told an African-American son never to argue when stopped by a cop – the same advice that New York City police castigated Mayor Bill de Blasio for admitting after the death of Eric Garner, placed in a chokehold for selling untaxed cigarettes.  I wanted to ask Becker what he thought of the NYC police who turned their backs to de Blasio at a stricken officer’s funeral, but there wasn’t time for audience participation.

Clifford Johnson’s boss, U.S. Attorney David A. Capp, lamented that it costs the government more than $30,000 a year to incarcerate federal prisoners but bragged that over 97 percent of the cases his office has prosecuted have resulted in convictions.  Left unsaid was how many were the result of plea-bargains coerced due to the vast range of offenses U.S. Attorneys can threaten their victims with, including the all-embracing vagaries of what constitutes a cover-up.  George Van Til, now in prison, was even charged with wire fraud because his employees, who allegedly engaged in political errands, got paid via direct deposit.  WTF?

Among the baker’s dozen of nominees for Diversity awards, the four I know are all deserving. They include student adviser Beth LaDuke, Minority Studies prof Raoul Contreras, Student Affairs administrator Mary Lee, and HELP Desk operator Lena Williams.  They are all friendly and competent.  Contreras was a winner, along with articulate Brothers 2 Brothers student David King, Jr., and former IUN Director of the Institute for Innovative Leadership Keith Kirkpatrick.

Hollis Donald passed along a “Happy Mother’s Day” poem that contains these lines:

You were there – the doctor on call
I always will remember your cold remedy
and “time to go to bed.”
You said, “Be careful what you say
a little bird will hear
and spread it everywhere, my dear.”
Years have passed, but that foundation lasts.