Sharon Blackburn and the Northern District of Alabama

Written by Daniel on October 3rd, 2011

About a month ago, I posted a copy of a letter I wrote that suggested that Chief District Judge Sharon Blackburn might be prejudiced against non-Caucasians.  Then last week, she bent over backwards to ratify Alabama’s new and racist immigration law.  Don’t believe me?  Here is the reprinted text from a September 30 editorial by the Washington Post.  (EDIT: Also in accord, the October 3 New York Times.)  Something is seriously wrong with our federal courthouse and the federal judges at the Northern District of Alabama.

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THE CLEAR INTENT of Alabama’s viciously xenophobic immigration law — and the likely effect, now that most of it was upheld by a federal judge this week — is to hound, harass and intimidate illegal immigrants into uprooting their lives and moving elsewhere.  The law aims to do this by various means, but none is more pernicious than a provision requiring the state’s public schools to collect information on every student’s immigration status, starting in kindergarten and going to 12th grade.

In a ruling that tortures plain words and logic, U.S. District Judge Sharon Blackburn wrote that Alabama’s law does not create a state-specific registration scheme applicable to illegal immigrants, nor does it attempt to register anyone.

In fact, that’s precisely what it does and is meant to do.  The law sets out procedures whereby schools must determine if enrolling students were born outside the United States or are the children of illegal immigrants.  Any student whose parent or guardian does not provide that documentation will be automatically assumed to be an illegal immigrant and classified as such by the schools in the state’s records.

In turning the schools into immigration registrars, Alabama’s new law flies in the face of good sense and settled law.  The Supreme Court has specifically prohibited such registration schemes by the states aimed at immigrants, legal or illegal.  And, in a ruling almost 20 years ago, it conferred on undocumented students an unfettered right to a public education through high school.

The court did so for sensible reasons.  It noted that there is no legal precedent in America for punishing children for the actions of their parents.  Writing for the court in a 1982 decision squashing Texas’s attempt to exclude illegal immigrants from public schools, Justice William Brennan said, “It is difficult to understand precisely what the State hopes to achieve by promoting the creation and perpetuation of a subclass of illiterates within our boundaries, surely adding to the problems and costs of unemployment, welfare, and crime.”

Apparently, Alabama didn’t get the message.  By forcing schools to collect and report data on the immigration status of students and their parents, the state will frighten kids away from attending school.  The day after Judge Blackburn’s ruling, the Press-Register of Mobile, Ala., reported that 58 of 223 Hispanic students at a local elementary school either withdrew from school or were absent.

Most likely, illegal immigrants will simply go further underground, or move to more hospitable parts of the country — leaving Alabama bereft of the labor it needs to pick crops, wash dishes in restaurants and do landscape and construction jobs.  Indeed, Alabama farmers are already warning that the law will leave them badly shorthanded at harvest time.

By vilifying and victimizing schoolchildren and their families, Alabama lawmakers are mounting an end run around Supreme Court precedent in hopes of cleansing communities of what they see as the scourge of illegal immigrants.  But the real legacy will be a wave of fear, bitterness and desperation in hardworking minority communities .  In Alabama, the nation’s ugly fight over immigration policy just got uglier.

So When Is Your Show?

Written by Daniel on September 23rd, 2011

I’ve said in the past that it’s been difficult to do accurate research on what performances are coming up around Birmingham.  As far as I know, there hasn’t been a central source for this information, so it usually involves a bunch of random clicking around on websites to try and put together a potential schedule.  My little “On The Radar” section was never intended to cover the waterfront.

Thanks to actor and jack-of-most-theatrical-trades Patrick Johnson, we now seem to have a real honest-to-goodness theater calendar.  Check it out at the new website, sowhenisyourshow.com.  Here is also a direct link to his excellent and comprehensive dramatic performance calendar.

If I could figure out how to add a permanent link to the top of my “On The Radar” section without making the HTML all mutant goofy, I’d do it in a heartbeat.  Terrific idea and great job.  Also, let me be the first to pre-encourage you to keep up the enthusiasm and effort three months from now, six months from now, and at one year.

2011 Sidewalk Film Festival (in Poetry) – Sunday

Written by Daniel on September 9th, 2011

Again, instead of a traditional piece, I wrote some poetry inspired by movies I saw at the 2011 Sidewalk Film Festival.  (PDF link)

Why Not?
(based on Terrebonne)

Why not
Just take
The prettiest people you know
And film
Them in
The prettiest place you know?

 

The Hinterlands
(based on Sahkanaga)

Don’t look away,
Says Hollywood.
Nothing good is happening
(Without us)
In the hinterlands of Georgia
Or anywhere else.
Look at this
Explosion!
Watch the stars
Fuck!
Keep your eyes
Here!
When you crave
Quality art,
You’re trained (Sit! and Stay!)
To expect
SAG, ILM, CGI, and 3-effing-D.
Even our punks are polished
And processed –
Think Green Day.
We don’t photoshop
Ugly girls.  The fact that
We went through
All that trouble
Means she must be beautiful.
The fact that
You can’t afford to have us
Airbrush your picture
Means you’re not worth it.

 

Technology
(based on Catfish)

For some,
The only good use
Of technology
Is for US
To beat the snot
Out of THEM.
Future generations
Might laugh at Dr. Salk
For not charging us
To use our legs.

 

Persistence
(for Johnny Barnes, based on Mr. Happy Man)

Love mostly seems silly
In small doses,
Like my crush on
Today’s redhead.
It gathers meaning
By persistence
Through spans of time:
Will you still love me
Tomorrow?

 

One Of Us
(based on The Barber of Birmingham: Foot Soldier of the Civil Rights Movement)

Thinking that Obama
(Or anyone else) is
One of us
Because of his color
Is as wrong
As thinking he’s not
One of us
For the same reason.

 

Grown Men
(based on Walla Walla Wiffle)

I’m all for
Giving grown men
A chance
To act like
Twelve-year olds.

 

An Inconvenient Youth
(based on An Inconvenient Youth)

Several generations
Have quietly internalized
The central lesson of
The activist sixties.
It wasn’t
That the people
Have the power
To advance an idea
Through concerted activism.
No.
The insidious takeaway
Was that dissidents suffer
And still lose.
Look around:
Colored America
Has gained little ground
In fifty years.
Vietnam stretched out until
Everybody knew it was over.
The house always wins.
The only ones
Not yet accepting this
Are the inconvenient youth
Protecting the global poor
From our hostile environment.
But given enough time,
They will.

 

Flourish
(based on You Must Be Something)

Your scenic nature walk
Will completely change
When you realize
That any bushes
Which flourish
Were fertilized
With human blood.

 

Only Numbers
(based on Standardized)

Don’t despair
If you can’t take every trick
With a bad deal.
No one could, and
No one expected you to.
Just do your best.
High expectations
Rest just on those
Holding the aces.
But if you find,
Every time you play,
You’re passed only numbers,
It’s time to
Shoot the dealer.

 

Go Fish
(based on If A Tree Falls: A Story of the Earth Liberation Front)

Legal advice
Almost always
(See, there it starts)
Includes a “maybe”
Or “it depends.”
About the only
(See, there again)
Hard and fast rule
Is to never
Under any circumstances
Talk to law enforcement.
No, you’re not smart enough.
No, you’re not charming enough.
No, you don’t know how fast you were going.
No, you don’t want to answer a few questions.
No, you don’t want to help.
No, no, no, no, no, (politely) no.
Those guys
(Set an odd moral example and)
Are allowed and encouraged
To flagrantly lie to you,
But if they (for any reason) think
That you or your story smells
Even slightly fishy,
You’ll regret it.
If they actually had the goods,
You’d probably
(See, one last time)
Already be arrested.
Go fish, Sir.  Go fish.

 

Soap, Cars, and Insurance
(based on Page One: Inside the New York Times)

If 90% of everything is crap,
Then the wars
Are all in the editing.
How many new YouTube videos
Post every day?
What’s 10% of that number and
How do I know to look at those?
If the government can release
100 proclamations on any given Tuesday,
Who’ll tell me
Which 10 are important?
Will it be the White House reporter
Who comes back and says,
“Nope, not mine today”?
Seems like a bad idea for job security.
All I want is
A credible critic
To tell me what’s good and
What I need to know.
But once you waste
My energy and goodwill on
Soap, cars, and insurance –
Bought and paid for like a whore –
You’re not a credible source.

2011 Sidewalk Film Festival (in Poetry) – Friday and Saturday

Written by Daniel on September 2nd, 2011

So instead of a traditional piece, I decided to write some poetry based on my impressions of the movies I saw at one of my favorite Birmingham events: the 2011 Sidewalk Film Festival.  (PDF link)

Open Manipulation
(based on The Innkeepers)

A scary movie makes you go places
You don’t want to go,
You wouldn’t ever go,
If they didn’t make you.

They,
Not it.

I react inappropriately to a thriller.
My imagination
Keeps me up,
Even when no one else admits
To being frightened.
(I won’t usually watch past noon.)

But in a crowded theater,
I’m often the only laugher
As the earnest blonde kid
Makes the dumbest choices
And dies the gruesomest death.

They tell you right up front
What they’re going to do with you –
Open manipulation –
And I admit to ambivalence:
I see right through it
While, at the same time,
I’m easily led.

 

Now
(based on Father Clown)

If I’ve ever got
24 hours to kill
In a strange city,
I’m pretty sure I’ll never be
The enterprising artist
Who creates a short film
As a reminder to
Enjoy the now.

 

Murder Poets
(based on Puppet)

“Cellar door”
Is said to be
Inherently beautiful.
The language itself
Or the way the
Phonemes fit together.
A murder of poets
And word-lovers
Standing around
Pretensing that
The poet is integral to
The enjoyment of the poem:
“You won’t really get it
Until you hear him read it.”

Oh bullshit.

Writing is a tool for
Communicating ideas.
If you didn’t get it,
It wasn’t any good.
An expert orator
Might charm us all
With a box of Frosted Flakes,
But that’s good speaking,
Not good writing.
A bird chirping
Without any ideas
Is as vain as that
Cellar door.

 

Through Weakness
(based on Holy Rollers: The True Story of Card Counting Christians)

You are a fuckup and a failure:
That’s the first and foundational lesson of Christianity.

So when a person says,
“You can trust me – I’m a Christian,”
They’ve missed the point.
And they’re probably selling something.

Expressing your Christianity
Isn’t a declaration of strength;
It’s an admission of weakness.

As the Bible teaches,
We’re all fish in a barrel to temptation
And doomed to our shortcomings.
At best, the standard Jesus set is aspirational.

But only through weakness
Does the New message gain its power:
You’re going to fuck up and fail,
But I love you anyway.

 

Curious MacGuffiny Thing!
(based on Without)

Unpacking is easy.

If maybe,
In the middle of this poem,
I introduce a
Curious MacGuffiny Thing,
But then I
Fail to give it any meaning,
Forgive me.

Repacking is hard.

 

Checkered Life
(for Bob Ingersoll, based on Project Nim)

Among animals,
An individual’s power
Always extends to its limit,
Like Boyle’s Law for gases.
Every adolescent asks,
Over and over:
What can I get away with?
If you won’t stop me,
Then I must be bigger than you.
A winner and a loser.
But even the baddest chimp,
Can’t bully Mother Nature:
Teeth and muscles
Are no match for
Hunger, illness, and death.

I heard the other day
That the bankers
Essentially voted themselves
The federal treasury.
I took a walk
And pointed out
A shimmering beetle
To a child
Who gleefully stomped it.

 

Snap
(based on The Robber)

If you stress the heart
By snapping it
Too hard in a direction
Other than
The way it was already going,
It suffers
An inertial condition
Akin to a concussion.
If handled gently
And incrementally,
This organ, capable of
Nearly infinite compassion, can
Accept and understand
Almost anyone.
When he told her
Those other things,
They made love
And she filed them away under
Complexity and frailty, but
When they told her
That,
She cried for two weeks straight.

 

Rabbit, Run
(based on Kidnapped)

I used to have dreams
Of being terrified of something –
It doesn’t matter what –
And my fear expressed itself
By freezing me to the spot,
Hysterical,
No fight or flight,
Unable to move at all.
It felt awful,
Wanting to run,
Wanting to take action,
But out of charge,
And without command
Of my body.
It’s never happened
In a real emergency,
And I like to believe
I’m sensible in a crisis,
Not prone to comeaparts,
But I can’t know
It wouldn’t.
The practical problem
Is that there aren’t enough
Battles everyday
To wring sensible decisions
Out of me.
Most days offer just the
Unobvious, numbing paralysis
Of too many options.
Look,
Death is racing at me
Right now, and
I don’t know what to do.

Obscure Radio

Written by Daniel on August 26th, 2011

I haven’t uplarded any of my attempts at music in a while.  I learned a couple of obscure songs recently, so my theme this time is esoterica.  Five songs, all fairly rough cut, often one take.  The lesson, as always: If I can do it, anyone can.  Music is fun.

All these links should be to an .mp3 file for you to listen to or download.  These are all covers.  This is not my work.  Thanks to the original artists for writing good songs.

If anybody engineering-oriented is listening, my method this time is a lone SM-57 microphone in the bathroom.  I equalized the track, used hard limiting to cut off the tops of the waveform, and then normalized it to fill the space.  For these, that’s it.  Nothing fancy.