Amy Davidson
December 9, 2014 by mhasegawa
The importance of place
Amy Davidson has written a piece for the New Yorker summarizing the last year using seven addresses. It must have been on my mind after I read it last night because early this morning in that time when you are not quite awake and yet not asleep, I tried to name the street and visualize all the places I've lived. I don't, of course, remember the first place I went after I was born except from a vague memory of visiting as a very young child. I do remember with some effort the other places. Some of them – particularly early rentals as a young adult – were actually pretty awful. I even remember a couple of the landlords. But the last, almost 40 years, I've only lived at three addresses. All of them were/are wonderful in their own way. The seven addresses Davidson picked to remember 2014 evoke feelings from horrifying and sad to wonderment.
Davidson begins with West Florissant Avenue, Ferguson, Missouri and Bay Street, Staten Island, New York where Michael Brown and Eric Garner died at the hands of the police, events which have the potential to change policing as well as the way we talk about race. Her next set of addresses are where Thomas Eric Duncan was exposed to Ebola and where he first became ill: 72nd Samuel K. Doe Boulevard, Paynesville, Liberia and The Ivy Apartments, Fair Oaks Avenue, Dallas. Duncan's illness set off an extraordinary and irrational panic here. An epidemic never materialized and so, in the American way, we have mostly forgotten that people are still dying in West Africa. One consequence is that people there no longer seek medical help for problems that have cures because they fear medical facilities and Ebola causing the number of deaths from ordinary medical problems to rise also.
A memorial for Eric Garner at the site where he died, on Staten Island.
Have you heard of this next address?
Nathan Road [Hong Kong], which is six lanes wide and cuts through the central Mong Kok district, was closed for weeks this fall, as students and others assembled to protest what they saw as Beijing's broken promises about free elections. It, along with other gleaming thoroughfares, was the scene of standoffs whose contrasts—crowds holding up umbrellas amid teargassing near destination boutiques and offices—embodied some trade-offs that have accompanied China's economic rise in graphic, or geographic, terms. (Traffic or democracy?) The barricades on Nathan Avenue were mostly cleared away in a major police action at the end of November. Cars are passing through again, but the story is not complete, for either side.
We hear almost nothing about the students and their supporters these days unless one listens to the BBC. Right now, no one is sure where the protests are headed and protesters themselves are divided about whether to continue or to rethink tactics.
I had never heard of this next address: Naem Roundabout, Raqqa, Syria.
The rise of the Islamic State in Iraq and al-Sham, also known as ISIS, has been geographically disorienting: it has made sudden, sweeping moves into Northern Iraq, threatened the Turkish border, and put out videos, shot in indeterminate stretches of desert, in which hostages are mocked and killed. But there are moments when the group's brutality and degraded character can be given an exact address, as when, in Raqqa, the Syrian town that serves as its base, prisoners were beheaded and their remains put on display along the Naem Roundabout. (Naem, in Arabic, means "bliss.")
Davidson ends with the wonderful address of Comet 67/P Churyumov-Gerasimenko.
The Rosetta spacecraft's trip to this address took a decade and covered four billion miles. On November 12th, after a couple of bouncy knocks, Rosetta's Philae module landed on the comet's surface—the first such visit in human history. The lander settled in a shady spot and then, over a frantic fifty-seven hours, scientists at the European Space Agency performed all the experiments they could before its solar-powered batteries shut down. Philae is sleeping on the comet now, but it may wake up again next summer, when the comet next turns toward the sun.
Thinking about the world and one's own life through place is a fascinating thing to do. Try thinking about all of your addresses and how they shaped your life and how they will shape your future. Think about places you have been. And I can't wait to see if Philae wakes up next summer.
Photograph: MARK PETERSON/REDUX
Posted in Culture, Philosophy, Race, Science, War	| Tagged Amy Davidson, Eric Garner, Hong Kong, Michael Brown, Rosetta spacecraft, Syria, Thomas Eric Duncan | 1 Comment
October 16, 2014 by mhasegawa
Ebola, the flu and other health risks
I just got my flu shot. I get one every year. While it might not keep me from getting sick this winter, in all likelihood it will keep me from getting really sick. I just hope that everyone else I interact with has also gotten a flu shot.
Frank Bruni wrote about this in this morning's New York Times.
During the 2013-2014 flu season, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, only 46 percent of Americans received vaccinations against influenza, even though it kills about 3,000 people in this country in a good year, nearly 50,000 in a bad one.
These are deaths by a familiar assassin. Many of them could have been prevented. So why aren't we in a lather over that? Why fixate on remote threats that we feel we can't control when there are immediate ones that we simply don't bother to?
On matters exotic, we're rapt. On matters quotidian, which are nonetheless matters of life and death, we're cavalier. Tens of thousands of Americans die in car crashes annually, and according to a federal analysis from 2012, more than half of them weren't wearing seatbelts.
I think part of the reason people are so panicked about Ebola is because so far the medical community in the United States seems very inept at treating it and, particularly, in preventing its spread. Amy Davidson's piece "Amber Vinson's Airplane Ride" in the New Yorker is particularly instructive.
Amber Vinson called the Centers for Disease Control, on Monday, to say that she had a temperature of 99.5 degrees and planned to get on a commercial flight from Cleveland to Dallas; should she? Vinson, a nurse, had cared for Thomas Eric Duncan, a patient with Ebola, in Dallas—she had put a catheter in him and been in close contact when he was vomiting and in the throes of diarrhea. The day before Vinson made her call, one of her colleagues, Nina Pham, had tested positive for Ebola. There was, supposedly, a system in place for monitoring Duncan's contacts. And yet, as the C.D.C. confirmed late on Wednesday, the official Vinson spoke to cleared her to fly. Vinson got on Frontier Airlines Flight 1143, with a hundred a thirty-two other passengers. She landed in Dallas at 8:16 P.M.. The next morning, her fever was worse; around midnight, she tested positive for Ebola.
There is much that is seriously wrong here. The first is that Pham and Vinson, who are both in their twenties, were so exposed. Their hospital, Texas Health Presbyterian, sent Duncan home the first time he showed up in the emergency room, with a fever and pain and the information that he'd just been in Liberia. But it's also emerging that, in the first days after he was admitted for the second time, on September 28th—with his family saying that they thought he had Ebola, and all the full-blown symptoms on display, but as yet no laboratory test confirming it—he was not properly isolated, according to records obtained by the Associated Press. The nurses caring for him had to improvise their own protection.
Tom Frieden, the director of the C.D.C., addresses the media on the Ebola case, on October 5th.
Thomas Frieden, the head of the CDC, has said they should have had people there to help them "do it right", but then someone from his own agency told Amber Vinson it was OK for her to fly. And we are left to wonder who is in charge and if anyone knows what they are doing. If President Obama wants to do something to help regain public confidence that the health care system here can deal effectively with Ebola, maybe Mr. Frieden's departure would be a good start.
Amy Davidson writes
Frieden himself represents an even bigger problem. His account of how Vinson got on the plane, related in the conference call on Wednesday, was at least evasive and, depending on what he knew and what exactly Vinson was told, may have been worse. He was asked three different ways if Vinson had been told not to fly, and each time dodged the question in a way that left the impression that Vinson was some sort of rogue nurse who just got it into her head that she could fly wherever she wanted. He talked about her "self-monitoring," and that she "should not have travelled, should not have been allowed to travel by plane or any public transport"—without mentioning that his agency was who allowed it.
It is things like this, and the lack of protocols at Texas Health Presbyterian, that create fear, probably unwarranted, among the American public that there will be a major outbreak of Ebola here.
As Bruni says
I'm not dismissing the horror of Ebola, a full-blown crisis in Africa that should command the whole world's assistance. And Ebola in the United States certainly warrants concern. We're still searching for definitive answers about transmission and prevention.
But Americans already have such answers about a host of other, greater perils to our health, and we'd be wiser to reacquaint ourselves with those, and recommit to heeding them, than to worry about our imminent exposure to Ebola.
So, use seat belts, get a flu shot, get your kids vaccinated, don't use your cell phone while driving and use sunscreen. And try not to worry about getting Ebola.
Photograph by KEVIN C. COX/GETTY
Posted in Culture, Public Health, Public Policy, Science	| Tagged Amy Davidson, CDC, Ebola, Flu, Frank Bruni, President Obama, Thomas Frieden | 4 Comments
March 21, 2014 by mhasegawa
Death of an angry, unhappy man
I know that many were happy with the news of Fred Phelps' death but when I first heard, I wasn't quite sure how I felt. On one hand, a man who protested at the funerals of men and women who died in combat would no longer be able to do so. On the other, one could feel sorry for a man who could never get over his anger. He was once a noted civil rights lawyer in Kansas and won an award from the local NAACP, but even back then there were signs he was troubled. The obituary in the New York Times notes
He earned a law degree in 1964 from Washburn University School of Law in Topeka, but his legal career was troubled from the start. According to the Southern Poverty Law Center, which describes Westboro Baptist as "arguably the most obnoxious and rabid hate group in America," Mr. Phelps struggled to find people to attest to his good character when he wanted to be admitted to the bar, was temporarily suspended for professional misconduct, and was even sued for failing to pay for candy his children sold door to door.
He succeeded in winning settlements in discrimination cases he filed as a civil rights lawyer.
"Most blacks — that's who they went to," the Rev. Ben Scott, president of the N.A.A.C.P.'s Topeka branch, said in an interview with CNN in 2010. "I don't know if he was cheaper or if he had that stick-to-it-ness, but Fred didn't lose many back then."
Mr. Phelps, with his wife, Margie M. Phelps, left, and daughter Margie J. Phelps, at a demonstration in Baltimore in 2007.
Phelps was disbarred in 1979. While he has said that his anti gay crusade began because a grandson was propositioned he showed a predilection for child abuse. Amy Davidson writes in the New Yorker piece titled "The Two Freds" about Fred Rogers and Fred Phelps
One unpleasant thing about Fred Phelps was the way in which he and his church members brought children to their protests and had them hold placards like the ones that Roberts quoted, and repeat slogans slurring gay people and praising divine killings. They tended to be Phelps's own children or grandchildren—how else would you find an eight-year-old to damn Mr. Rogers?—and the bulk of his parishioners were his relatives. The obituaries refer to complicated loyalties and estrangements, but then, those of some very good people do, too. But one can see, in the hanging of hateful signs on children, the very opposite of Fred Rogers's life's project, which was to treat young people both morally and as serious moral actors. Mr. Rogers spoke of the intense drama of one's earliest years, Supreme Court cases or no, and the way that friendship, above all, was orienting. Of the two Freds, he's the one who endures. Phelps, and all his vitriol, will spin away.
Phelps and his congregation at Westboro Baptist Church (composed primarily, if not entirely of family) demonstrated everywhere. They spread Phelps angry message at thousands of funerals of the well known and of ordinary people as well as at many events. Phelps represented an angry God. The New York Time obituary again
In 1998, he explained his view of a wrathful God in an interview with The Houston Chronicle.
"You can't believe the Bible without believing that God hates people," he said. "It's pure nonsense to say that God loves the sinner but hates the sin. He hates the sin, and he hates the sinner. He sends them to hell. Do you think he loves the people in hell?"
So in the end, I feel sorry for a man filled with so much hate and anger. I hope he can find peace in another life.
Photograph: Jed Kirschbaum/Baltimore Sun, via Associated Press
Posted in Civil Liberties, Civil Rights, Culture, Gay Rights	| Tagged Amy Davidson, Civil Rights, Fred Phelps, Fred Rogers, Gay Rights, Westboro Baptist, Westboro Church | 3 Comments
That Lady in Red
I think Rachel Maddow and I were feeling the same level of comfort/discomfort and curiosity about Michelle Obama's dress the night of the Inauguration. I say this because when she announced the designer as Jason Wu she said something like "I know you want to know" and then giggled a little. Plus I think both of us were dying of anticipation before Mrs. Obama appeared. But this morning I read Amy Davidson's piece about the dress in the New Yorker and the light went on. Her dress that night and what she wears in public are a political statement and she understands that.
Then there she was, the First Lady in red.
We only got a glimpse before Obama started dancing with his wife, getting in the way of our view of the dress, but it was clear that she had succeeded—gathered halter straps, v-shaped back, and all. The worst one could say was that it was a little flouncy and not as striking as the dress that Naeem Khan designed for the India state dinner. And then a greater revelation: Was a journalist ever as unabashedly excited about anything as CNN's Alina Cho was about Michelle's "extraordinary decision" to turn to the same designer twice—Jason Wu, who had, as an unknown, designed her dress for the first inaugural. Then, as now, Wu was surprised; the First Lady had a number of possibilities assembled, whether out of indecision or arranged as decoys. She had managed to suppress leaks without putting anyone in jail.
Inaugural dresses are not just casual cultural relics; not for any First Lady, and especially not for Michelle Obama. If her husband is a transformational figure, so is she. The dress worn to a first inaugural goes to the Smithsonian, and the one worn to a second goes to the National Archives. This is unfortunate for Hillary Clinton, since the dress she wore in 1993 was less nice than 1997's, and represented a low from which the inaugural gown has only slowly made the steep ascent back. It involved purple lace, and otherwise defies description. (Clinton wore a pants suit on Monday.) Looking at that dress now makes one wonder about the nineties—or about how long the eighties lingered. It was worse than the dress that Rosalynn Carter recycled from a Georgia gubernatorial inaugural ball in 1977: that one has some retro appeal, a bit of Leia in Cloud City. Laura Bush, in red lace and then moony sparkles, wasn't awful, but that's all.
The dress that Michelle Obama wore last night represented the full return of the inaugural gown from the realm of oddity—from being the high-necked, political version of whatever Cher or Jennifer Lopez wear to the Oscars. Her 2009 dress looked too much like a lesser, puffier version of Nancy Reagan's, in 1981, to be a redeemer of the form. (In the spirit of bipartisanship, Nancy looked great.)
And this is why the dress – and everything she wears is political.
And so Michelle Obama's inaugural dress is an important subject. To disagree is to dismiss the idea that politics involves theatre. But that is just for a start: fashion is also a field (and a business) that matters, and one that has reacted to the First Lady as a force rather than just as a customer. This is why the choice of Wu was a surprise, and, in some quarters, a disappointment: Shouldn't someone else get a chance to attract investors? At the same time, there was, in the fashion press, something of a thrill at the definitiveness of it all: she believed in fashion, and she was committed.
Although it can be harder to talk about—if easier to feel—there is also the question of how she has confronted images of black women in American culture. Her first term was so successful that, unless one is a regular viewer of Fox News or a listener of Rush Limbaugh's show—which still give her regular doses of hate—one could forget the resistance to having her in the White House. When her husband ran for President in 2008, there were barely veiled insinuations about whether the role of First Lady was really right for her—whether she was too angry, or could really feel comfortable. (One suspects that a sense of the pressures on her may explain why she is not taken to task as much as she might be for the price of these clothes.) Once, when she wore a red dress to a state dinner, she was accused of sympathizing with Communist China. Michelle might have responded to that, as many women in similar, if less prominent, situations do, by being flawlessly proper—some unchallenged idea of ladylike, wearing dresses and suits and jewelry indistinguishable from Cindy McCain's or Ann Romney's. Or she could have affected dowdiness until getting to the point where, as Justice Sotomayor put it, ""They just can't fire me over the earrings anymore."
Not being a fashionista, when I saw the red dress, I thought she was flaunting victory. That the color was celebratory and rightly so. And she looked fabulous! But I'm still not sure about the bangs.
Jason Wu: Michelle Obama Inaugural Ball Dress Designer, Take Two! (thehollywoodgossip.com)
Michelle Obama's Dress for the Second Inaugural Ball (theatlanticwire.com)
Michelle Obama wears red Jason Wu gown to inaugural balls (cbsnews.com)
Inauguration Day 2013: First lady Michelle Obama's fashion choices – CBS News (inauguration2013.us)
Inauguration Celebration: See all of Michelle Obama's Looks (fashionologie.com)
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