The survey found that more Americans were uncomfortable voting for an Asian-American to be president (24 percent of those surveyed) than for a candidate who was African American (15 percent), a woman (14 percent) or Jewish (11 percent). The survey, done by interviewing 1,216 Americans at least 18 years old by telephone randomly across the country, found that many of the attitudes toward Chinese-Americans were applied to Asian-Americans generally because most non-Asian Americans did not differentiate between the two. According to the survey, 91 percent of Americans believe Chinese-Americans have strong family values, 77 percent said they were honest as business people and 67 percent said they placed a high value on education.
Yet 24 percent of those surveyed said they would not approve of intermarriage with an Asian-American.
"Back some years ago, we talked about white flight. Now I call it black flight ... There are going to be very few blacks in the city of Miami at the alarming rate they're losing them.''
What you do in real life does reflect in your work. Whatever activity you do, and how you are as a person when you are not an actor, how you behave on the street, in a social gathering, if somebody needs help, what do you do? Simple, little things -- if you notice that some elderly person is struggling with his luggage, do you help? Those things create a lot of warmth in a person, and how he or she responds to things. You read a newspaper, something has happened somewhere, and though it does not immediately (sic) effect you, and it is not your responsibility, as a human being you can at least feel for them, somewhere that makes you richer inside. And that richness shows and reflects in your work.
The intent was to stop many different motorists in the hope of finding one that was actually carrying large amounts of drugs.
"It's sheer numbers," a CHP supervisor said in a legal deposition taken for the ACLU suit. "You kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince."
But, Alexander countered, "the obvious problem is that most "frogs" the CHP is stopping are Latino and African American, leaving those minorities, who are forced to endure the loss of personal liberties because of their skin color, to shoulder the burdens of the program disproportionately."
The term "negrophilia" itself describes the craze for black culture that was prevalent among avant-garde artists and bohemian types in 20s Paris, when to collect African art, to listen to black music and to dance with black people was a sign of being modern and fashionable. In the same way that, today, aspects of black culture such as hip hop, reggae, gangsta rap, locks and Afro hairstyles proliferate, in the 20s the craze was for dances such as the charleston, the lindy hop and the black bottom, for Bakerfix hair paste, and for wearing African-inspired clothes and accessories.
Many of his more Westernized followers, like Nehru, despaired at his seemingly quixotic rejection of the Industrial Revolution, his partiality for small, self-sufficient villages, his distrust of overcentralized nation-states. ... he felt it important for a conquered people to look for fresh identity and dignity in its own traditions. India, he believed, must find its own way. To attempt to beat the West at its own game, as Japan was then doing, was already to admit defeat.
... Disappointingly, he doesn't go into the manifold ways Gandhi's distrust of modernity has found echoes among many political and environmental movements around the world. Gandhi's opposition to the railways seemed absurd in the early 20th century. But his argument that the railways encouraged grain owners to sell their wares in the dearest markets and thereby undermine local small-scale economies would make sense to the anti-globalization protesters of today.
"You've got to walk a mile in someone's high heels before you know how they feel."
"There is an ageist assumption that older people are no longer interested in intimacy, and this is simply not true."
"Erotica is what other people frequently don't understand ... Self-publishing and effective marketing allow you to cultivate a devoted, unapologetic milieu of people who 'get it.'"
"... You'll know your real female sex fiend because she'll want brief, rough sex - five minutes, mind you, not five seconds! - with none of the trimmings. Though she may well want it eight times a day, so you'd better be no older than 28. ..."
"... So sex and death are deeply connected, if not quite in the way the poets thought. ..."
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No matter what words you fill them with, these songs are about human lives drifting inexorably together, about people who only come into focus as composite selves. These harmonies are the coalescence of my most tenuous and most optimistic theory about people, which is that loneliness and antagonism are intrinsically unstable states. I want to believe that this is what it sounds like when any two (or three, or ten) people sing together, that we hold ourselves apart from each other only by the most obtuse and concerted effort. Music doesn't bring us together, it pours out of everywhere we touch. These awesome, paralyzing songs are nothing more than the sound of us finally ceasing to struggle against the irresistible gravity of souls.
Bush, who has traveled more extensively within the United States in his first weeks in office than any other recent president, visiting almost two dozen states, has also rarely misses an opportunity to humble himself.
In Tennessee on Feb. 21: "I'm pinching myself everyday. ... It is an unimaginable honor to represent the great people of this country.''
To a March 2 conference of state legislators: "I cannot tell you what an honor it is to be the president and to drive in those cars with the American flag flying and to see people lining the roads waving to the -- waving to the office.''
To regional reporters at the White House: "It's such a humbling experience -- and most politicians need to be humbled, so it's a good start.''
At a March 1 rally in Atlanta: "I haven't been your president for very long but I can report that it is a fantastic experience. I can't tell you what an honor it is.''
On the same day at Lakewood Elementary School in Little Rock, Arkansas: "It's a big honor as I'm sure you can imagine. ... The White House is a majestic place. It's like a museum in many ways.''
On March 8 in Fargo, North Dakota: "I'm so proud to be landing in Air Force One and getting off the airplane and driving into this hall and seeing people lining the streets, waving at the office of the president.''
To visiting Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon at the White House on March 20: "You didn't think you were going to be the prime minister, and you probably darn sure didn't think I was going to be the president.''
On a whim, to a couple of dozen children in the White House State dining room last week: "Want to go see my office? Come on, let's do it.''
At the end of Wong Kar-wai's Fallen Angels, we find (QuickTime; ~9MB) two lovers on a motorbike, racing through an underground tunnel. Suddenly everything hits slow-motion and we sense that something is up ahead. What is it? Are they about to break out into the open country? No, the lovers break out into a financial district with a crop of corporate headquarters rising hazily up into the morning twilight. What is significant about this scene is that the city vs. country binary order and its related formations (evil/good, closed/open, dirty/ clean) are rejected, and as a consequence, Hong Kong (unlike the New York of Taxi Driver) is never questioned, doubted, viewed as a problem that must be corrected.
"They're scared of the place," said an outside adviser who knows Mr. Bush well. "They're snake bitten. They put $22 million into the state and Gore spent zero. And they lost by 13 points."
Oh man, there are very few things funnier than hearing Muskrat Love as done by two drunk cowboys.
Right now, the "voice of the people" is assumed to be the news media. American media is corporate -- that is, all major organs of media are corporations, without exception. Corporations, as seen above, will always privilege capital over all else, since it is the only way they can continue to exist. Therefore, media is in fact not the voice of the people at all, but the voice of corporate reality. Corporate media speaks to you, not for you, and cannot be trusted to reflect the views of humans. Instead, it is the organ with which corporations will continue to recreate the reality that allows them to exist at our expense.
This, finally, is why community matters. The only potential way out of this mousetrap we've created for ourselves is to actually speak directly to each other. Town meetings, open hearings, internet communities, places where people may actually speak as human individuals to other human individuals; these are the only places that we may examine what we have decided will be our reality, and the only places we may possibly decide to change that reality.
But most people from my postboom generation knew immediately that the game was Japanese. We, of course, were raised with fears about economic war with Japan, having figured out that Russian nukes were more likely to fall in movies than in real life. So the military conflict of AYBABTU is in the eye of the beholder: it sparks dark hilarity about some random "hostile foreign force" that has it in for us. ...
McDaniels, who like his partners is 36 and married with children, said he was frustrated that he wasn't allowed to showcase his personal and musical evolution on the album, released this week. For example, instead of boasting about his rap skills, he'd rather talk about his life as a parent. And he'd rather rap to music that sounds like Bob Dylan than DMX.
Right now I'm in a more mellow mode,'' he said. "And wherever you are at in life, especially if you are a musician or an artist, those things must be reflected in the music, and some of the things I wanted to say on the album, it was like, 'D., you can't say that.'''
They just serve as trivial distraction, or list of objects and attitudes that glide around (but ultimately elude) me. (From Regret Nothing, Disavow When Needed.)
I see. . . Two empty mugs (Millennium Mint tea and hot cocoa with whipped cream, an empty carryout box of chocolate-chip cookies, two cups of water and copies of Honey, Vibe, Adbusters, Harper's, the New Yorker and Forbes). I need. . . to do my state taxes, to twist my hair, haul a bunch of books to donate to the library. I find. . . myself needing to write, file and spend time doing personal stuff. I want. . . To be a mentor, especially after reading this week's New Yorker. I have. . . a feeling of gratitude for the presence of a lot of people in my life. I love. . . My partner, wife, lover, best friend, economic advisor and cultural critic. I miss. . . My friends, when I don't spend time with them. I fear. . . boredom. I feel. . . like I got enough sleep last night for the first time in about a week of trying. I hear . . . People around me in the cafe putting on jackets and grabbing keys, ready to leave. I smell. . . Coffee, tea, the clean clothes I'm wearing, the paper of the magazines I've flipped through. I crave. . . ownership of a second Web site that handles some of the other projects that have flitted through my head. I wonder. . . if it's possible to do the "simplicity" thing without feeling just plain simple? I regret. . . my latest article for Salon.
When was the last time you. . .
Smiled? When the cafe manager saw me sitting in the corner of the cafe minding my business, and hollered out my name so everyone in line turned to see me. Laughed? Ten or fifteen minutes ago. Cried? About five days ago. It shouldn't count, 'cause it was more of a welling-up. I remembered my honeymoon almost a year ago: the drive north from Weed, Calif., and into southern Oregon, and the music we listened to and the scenery we saw. Bought something? A refill on tea. Danced? Probably at the company party in December. Were sarcastic? Had to have been recently; probably a post or two ago, knowing me. Kissed someone? She-who-must-be-obeyed, at the Rockridge Deli. Talked to an ex? A couple of months ago outside my local cafe. Watched your favorite movie? Man, it's been a while. Had a nightmare? Woke up from one this morning, a three-parter: taking a hour-long standardized test administered by my editors, w/o markup sheet or question booklet (a crazy thing, 'cause I grew up loving tests like that); visiting with a much-feared English teacher from high school (I never took his class); and arguing with a ex-co-worker whose rejoinder trailed off into my awakening from sleep.
Do You. . .
Smoke? No. Do drugs? No. Have sex? Yes. Sleep with stuffed animals? Only when seduced. (That's a joke.) Live in the moment? Less often than I'd prefer. Have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No. Have a dream that keeps coming back? Not anymore. Play an instrument? Keys, guitar, bass, harmonica, assorted percussion. Believe there is life on other planets? Yes. Remember your first love? Yes. Still love him/her? No. Read the newspaper? Yes. Have any gay or lesbian friends? Yes. Believe in miracles? Yes, but calling them that is hard. Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever? Yes. Consider yourself tolerant of others? No, not as much as I could be. Consider love a mistake? Never. Like the taste of alcohol? No, with exceptions: Guinness Stout, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and maybe a Johannesburg Riesling. Have a favorite candy? Probably peppermints. Believe in Astrology? Yes (not daily 'scopes: birth charts are interesting as diagrams of personality traits and character quirks -- read mine and see!) Believe in magic? No. Believe in G-d? Yes. Pray? Yes. Go to church? No. Have any secrets? That's classified. Have any pets? No. A dog's in my future, though. Talk to strangers who instant message you? If they behave. Wear hats? Yes. Have any piercings? No. Mom told me I had enough holes in my head. Have any tattoos? No. Hate yourself? Does sporadic self-loathing count? Have an obsession? A few. Collect anything? Yes. *sticks tongues out* Have a best friend? Yes. Wish on stars? No. Like your handwriting? Pretty happy with it. Have any bad habits? Yes. Care about looks? Mine? Yes, especially changes related to aging and general health. Others? Not as concerned, really. Believe in witches? Believe that they exist? No. Wiccans, sure. Believe in Satan? Believe that he exists? No. Believe in ghosts? Not as ghosts, per se. Believe in Santa? No. Believe in the Easter Bunny? No. Believe in the Tooth Fairy? No. Have a second family? 'Sides in-laws? Trust others easily? No. Like noise? Noise is always interesting and occasionally attractive. But I prefer signal. Take walks in the rain? Out of necessity, not desire. Kiss with your eyes closed? Please. I don't kiss and tell. Sing in the shower? Yes. Oldies, but not too loud. Don't want to treat the neighbor with my rendition of Lou Rawls' "Groovy People" too often, yunno. Own handcuffs? No. Have any scars? Yes.
In what the media termed a "healthy display of detached introspection," the media today accused the media of unfairly convicting the media in the media, according to a widely covered media report critical of the media's self-absorbed coverage of itself.
Ron Davis, a captain in the Oakland, Calif., Police Department, told reporters that studies are beginning to show that minority police officers are likely to profile just as much as non-minorities.
It's part of a larger problem,'' he said. "The challenge is to blindfold people who administer justice.''
Among other findings:
The "typical white" lives in a neighborhood that is 80 percent white and 7 percent black, while the "typical black" lives in a neighborhood that is 51 percent black and 33 percent white. The "typical Hispanic" lives in a neighborhood that is 46 percent Hispanic, 36 percent white and 11 percent black. The "typical Asian" lives in a neighborhood that is 18 percent Asian and 54 percent white.
ST. LOUIS (Reuters) -- A month after the U.S. Supreme Court said Missouri must allow the Ku Klux Klan to take part in an "Adopt-A-Highway" cleanup program, the state has kicked out the group, citing its failure to collect roadside litter.
Groups are required to pick up litter four times a year in this program, and our records indicated that the Klan had not fulfilled their adoption agreement,'' said Missouri Department of Transportation spokeswoman Megan Casalone on Thursday. "They have never picked up anything off the highway."
"I think that it deals very directly with race, and that's a subject that pushes a lot of buttons in America,'' Springsteen said, recalling sharp reaction to the song. "It was asking some questions that are hanging very heavy in the air right now ... (about) people of color in the United States who are viewed through a veil of criminality, who (are) used to having their full citizenship, their full Americanship, denied. It's one of the issues America is going to face in the next century."
As if on cue, the room chanted, "Even white boys got to shout, baby got back," in a weird, multilayered moment that was practically a textbook case of racial appropriation.
In Corey Moore's four trials -- a rare window on repeated strategies used in the same case -- precise numbers are impossible to correlate because the court does not record the racial composition of juror panels. But an analysis of available data shows that in four trials spread over four years, prosecutors struck 41 blacks or minorities and six whites. The defense, looking at the same juror panels, struck 29 whites and 13 blacks.
Translation: The prosecution targeted blacks or minorities with about 87 percent of its strikes, though they composed about 67 percent of the juror panels. The defense targeted whites at a rate of 69 percent, more than double their representation.
The trend is buttressed by looking at gender, also protected by Supreme Court rulings. Moore allegedly bragged that he would never be convicted because female jurors would like his looks. His attorneys and prosecutors apparently agreed. The government used 70 percent of its strikes against women and 30 percent against men; the defense used 67 percent of its strikes against men and 33 percent against women.
Neither side challenged the other's strikes. None of the judges intervened.
Even more amazing, did you know that hundreds of thousands of African-American men enjoy free housing -- with free meals to boot? That's right. Your federal, state and local taxes go to fund the ultimate pork-barrel giveaway just so that blacks, for whom slavery ended 136 years ago, can live for free, in many cases without even working! As with their special schools and their special jobs, a much, much higher percentage of blacks are admitted to these programs than their proportion in the general population. And this free government housing is incredibly safe -- it's so safe, in fact, that not only can no one break in, but the residents themselves can't leave! As a white person, I demand that this despicable practice be stopped at once!
Last but hardly least, the same government agencies that run the disgusting free-housing-for-blacks boondoggle provide the ultimate in free health care -- a privilege enjoyed by only a few whites! Yes, as usual, blacks get this ultimate solution to all health problems -- all in a single, painless shot -- administered absolutely free, and special quotas ensure that a far higher percentage of them than they deserve will continue to receive it.
I've lived in Blue territory for too long. Why have I ruled out living in so many areas of the country up to now? I have to say there are areas of West Texas I remember quite fondly from the comfort of my three-day Greyhound bus trip from coast to coast. Gorgeous spots this time of year all over the heartland! Condi Rice. Oooh baby! You're sweeter and tastier than Uncle Tom's any day of the week ending in "y." Woman, you make me want to get ahold of you, along with some red beans, a stove and a pot! There seems to be an utter lot of rubbish afoot. I wish people would just behave properly. Maybe losing an hour of sleep to the "spring forward" bit of Daylight Savings Time is making me a little grumpy.
He's different," said Roy Innis, national chairman of the Congress of Racial Equality, after the meeting broke up. "I don't think it's just rhetoric. I think he understands more than other presidents that you have to demonstrate the empathy you have, but at the same time he will not patronize people and play to their prejudices the way Bill Clinton did."
The Bush motto, a Washington quip has it, is "Do it my way or no way." That catches the willful quality of these first months. But there is more to the story than that.... and whoo, don't get me started on Maureen Dowd.
This is the most radical administration in living American memory. I use the word deliberately. Today's right calls itself "conservative," but it is not that. Conservatives want to conserve. That is why Teddy Roosevelt started the national parks and the conservation movement. George W. Bush and his people are driven by right-wing ideology to an extent not remotely touched by even the Reagan administration.
And we haven't seen the half of it. As Mr. Dombeck said of opening the national forests to road-building, the decisions "will have implications that will last many generations."
All this from a man who ran as a "compassionate conservative," concealing his hard-edged ideology, and who could not get half the voters to vote for him even in that guise.
Being witty about poisoned drinking water isn't easy. It requires a certain obtuse savoir-faire.
Our president gave it a go Thursday night at a press dinner here.
"As you know, we're studying safe levels for arsenic in drinking water," he told the crowd of radio and TV correspondents at the Washington Hilton. "To base our decision on sound science, the scientists told us we needed to test the water glasses of about 3,000 people.
Thank you for participating."
I guess a guy who can yuk it up about a woman he has executed in Texas can yuk it up about anything.
But it was a creepy moment.
It worked for Erin Brockovich to joke about the carcinogens in the water enviro-villains were sipping because she wanted to get the poison out. W. wants to keep the poison in � to help the enviro-villains who contributed to his campaign.