Mar 19 2008

Obama’s speech on race in America

Charlene @ 11:29 am

It makes me happy - someone’s saying what’s happening! and maybe things have a chance to change! and sad - that this is still very true. Add a healthy dash of populism…

Full text here

Excerpts:

“In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination - and current incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past - are real and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds – by investing in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health, welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately help all of America prosper.”

“For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle – as we did in the OJ trial – or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina - or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play Reverend Wright’s sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she’s playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies.

We can do that.

But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we’ll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.

That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come together and say, “Not this time.” This time we want to talk about the crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these kids can’t learn; that those kids who don’t look like us are somebody else’s problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.”

“I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother – a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.

These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love.

Some will see this as an attempt to justify or excuse comments that are simply inexcusable. I can assure you it is not. I suppose the politically safe thing would be to move on from this episode and just hope that it fades into the woodwork. We can dismiss Reverend Wright as a crank or a demagogue, just as some have dismissed Geraldine Ferraro, in the aftermath of her recent statements, as harboring some deep-seated racial bias.

But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in his offending sermons about America – to simplify and stereotype and amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality.

The fact is that the comments that have been made and the issues that have surfaced over the last few weeks reflect the complexities of race in this country that we’ve never really worked through – a part of our union that we have yet to perfect. And if we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve challenges like health care, or education, or the need to find good jobs for every American.”

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Mar 18 2008

a poem from goodreads newsletter

Charlene @ 8:23 pm

…a site I begin to like more and more, despite its clunky interface and general slowness here.

Sixty-Seven Years by Ruth Bavetta
and I’ve understood nothing
except the stretched weight of summer nights,
the burn of the sun at four o’clock,
the shadows of the eucalyptus,
the indifference of rain.
I wait for clouds to arrive from the west,
for my teeth, hair, skin,
bones, fingernails to thin;
and the sky smells of melting candles
and the trees are still.

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Mar 12 2008

work explosion

Charlene @ 11:43 am

Ugh. Suddenly I have even more way too much work - a couple wikis, a training db, a paper-writing project, a project-developing project, capacity-building lessons on various office topics, media standards ad hoc committee, PST…

And my lentils would not cook last night :( perhaps not a large enough water to lentils/veggies ratio? They’re still crunchy after 2 hours of cooking. Maybe overnight they magically absorbed more water. Is it bad to eat undercooked beans? I’ve heard it gives gas, but anything else?

So far no gas tho :P

Our office now is the proud owner of a secondhand microwave. My guess is that it’s the approximately 3rd microwave in Khovd. Microwavable dishes shenanigans ensue.

Also my boss got a washing machine and says I can use it some. So perhaps finally I will wash the pullovers and stuff that never get washed by hand.

I’m hungry, too, and all I have are some chocolate/nesquik flavored wafer cookies.

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Mar 09 2008

Post-PDM

Charlene @ 1:19 pm

Just got back from my Peace Corps training. I left it slightly saddened, as it’s the last time my group will be all together in one coordinated body before our close of service conference…in about a year or so. It was an extremely helpful event, and while it focused on a lot of things I knew about already (primarily project management and development), it was a good refresher and extremely important in that it made me work closely with my supervisor for 3 days. It’s pretty much the longest I’ve ever worked with her, and I think we both left feeling more comfortable working with one another despite the language barriers and with increased respect for each others’ abilities. Or so I like to think :)

At the same time, I was pretty out of it the entire time I was in the capital. My bad cold from last month evolved into a sinus infection that made me super unsocial and generally available to only do things that had to be done. Thus I didn’t get to hang out with many people, or drink, or play games, or anything. It still comes and goes, the pressure and all, but I’m on day 5 of my antibiotics…

I also got to watch Michael Moore’s “Sicko” which was quite good - made me angry and want to change things, so I should prolly watch it every few months or so to keep myself agitated to do good work. Or some such.

During PDM, I managed to somehow pack two sets of long underwear and no changes of clothes, so the tshirt I wore into town almost two weeks ago is pretty disgusting. I’m not sure how I managed that…but coming back to Khovd has been very nice from a rest and time-alone standpoint; staying in a guesthouse where you sleep six to a room in bunkbeds is super not fun when you’re not feeling well, and especially so after being in town for about two weeks. And it’s “warm” here - as in, a bit above freezing during the daytime. And I’m down to one layer - no long underwear! - and my medium weight wool socks. It’s strange…but you know, it wasn’t all that bad, really. For a couple months you really have to bundle and then it’s back to reasonable temperatures…

Also it seems that whenever I leave town that’s when all my packages appear. Nicole’s and Melissa’s came in - amazingly, it took about 2 months, and I have no clue why - but hey you all, it’s here, no worries. And Bonnie’s came in too. Super sadly, the banana nut bread she made for me did not survive the trip - I almost cried as I threw it away, as I could see the wonderful pecans beneath the mint green mold… :( But she sent me wonderful notes and t-shirts which you will soon see on here.

Oh, finally, I think there may need to be an “Angry Non-Vegetarian Club” based on conversations at PDM. The slogan, which will make us immediately angry? “Ovo-lacto-pescatarian”

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