Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Let's just pause for a moment to consider the kind of person chemistry.com thought would be a good match for me:
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CWAATPP!!! (cackling with astonishment, about to pee pants) I just made up an email emotronym!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I agree with Terry's analysis and it is appalling (though sadly not so unusual) that this happened. I wonder, however, if there might not be another element going on here that I have not seen mentioned: the town/gown factor. The officer might have been more likely to overreact not only because of racism, but because of class resentment.
I think that's a potentially apt read of the sitch: or at least one likely ingredient in the soup-- even if Gates wasn't snotty to the officer, the officer could be hearing it anyway. Very smart you be.
Agreed. Must've been surreal to be jetlagged and getting arrested in your own home. Not sure what I would have reached for...
July 22 at
I guess one question is, is it actually *reasonable* for Gates to overreact, if in fact he did, given the reality of racial profiling. I can see how one could be *so* angry, especially if one had given the issue much thought and analysis in the past (esp. if one were also majorly jetlagged). And a person of Gates' stature isn't used to being toldwhat to do by anyone.
I still find it disturbing that the neighbor didn't recognize him (was she a next-door neighbor?). Did either of them just move in? Does this say something about him or about her? Or about how no one pays attention to neighbors generally?.
And, as a follow-up to yesterday's inquiry about class issues (which I still haven't seen mentioned-- maybe it is too complicating): my immediate thought upon seeing that the cop lived in
yet another friend:
what do you think about this article? http://www.thecrimson.com/
It's much more acceptable in
I don't have a transcript, but I think HLG's reaction was pretty proportional. When I first heard the story, I thought, huh? They have to be making this up. The most likely scenario: cop arrives, he soon discerns from proferred ID that this is the man's own house, he realizes the call was in error, he happens to be a white cop, the guy happensto be black, and of some stature in the community, and he immediately apologizes profusely all the way back to his squad car. The guy TAUGHT racial profiling classes. He had to have known what was going on. He was in the wrong, so best thing is to defuse the situation immediately, if only to cover his own ass, knowing his boss would not have his back when she learned of it. HLG's surprise that it did not go down this way seems perfectly reasonable.
To me, saying "you don't know who you're messing with" screams assumed CLASS exemption from being confronted by authority. It says "celebrity pique." And then he is now resting comfortably at his summer home on the Vineyard. I mean, the class red buttons are just glaring to me. And I think the President did pronounce judgment on the cop too soon (that is, before some info was known). Yes, I know that I have no clue what it means to be black in America, but Gates' identity as a very privileged member of an already privileged group (Ivy League profs) has surely shaped his sense of proportion just as his black identity has (not as much, but somewhat at least).
And yes, I do think it's more acceptable to talk about racism than of classism in the
I'll admit, resting comfortably at his summer home on the vineyard was a bit much.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Another cliche that has seemed appropriate for my situation for a while is the one about being at a crossroads. I was driving, though very slowly, and in a car that needed frequent repairs, until I reached said crossroads. Mine has always been a slow, ill-kempt vehicle. I stop, for there is a complete lack of helpful signage. In fact there is no signage at all (thus, this crossroads must be in Massachusetts; in which case it is probably a rotary). So I am driving around in circles, except that my car has now run out of gas.
At this point, I've been out of gas for more than a year, still sitting on the shoulder (as if there would be one in Mass!) of the rotary with no signs.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I do appreciate that he was named this, but I'm not really into the nineteenth century. Truly wacky times.
No, I refer to "plunketts" (note different spelling), a name I came up with as a kid to describe the individual teardrops of pulp within citrus fruits. I liked to eat grapefruit one plunkett at a time.
Where the diagram above says "juice sac," substitute "plunkett."