Semi-random ramblings from the ethereal edge of...ahh forget it.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Life in the Low Country

DAY ONE:

After spending a few days with my family in Charlotte, North Carolina, I decided to get a rental car and head to the other jewel of the old south, Charleston.

Charleston, like my favorite city, Savannah, is truly an American treasure. It is a wonder of adaptation that this antebellum city stands as a truly modern city in spite of its revolutionary war-era civil engineering.

As I drove through the streets of the "Holy City"--aptly named for its inordinate numbers of churches--I was in awe of the narrow streets that separated the wonderfully ornate two-tiered old south homes.

One must be patient when traveling in this city--patiently reckless.

Among Nascar fans there is an old saying: "Rubbing is racing." In Charleston, it seems, rubbing is living. It is no place for the claustrophobic, on or off the roads.

After slingshoting myself around legions of King street shoppers eager to find a day-after-Thanksgiving bargain, I made my way to the tip of the Charleston peninsula--the battery. I stood at the end of the path that captured pirates once walked, some 250 years ago, on their death march to the gallows.

From there I made my way around the battery, to Broad street to Church, where I spotted the first Huguenot church founded in North America.

I took some pictures before traipsing down historic Market street and back to the car. As an aside, there was an American Indian woman I encountered on Meeting street who was sporting a t-shirt that said: "Don't worry, be Hopi."

I got a kick out of that.

Day Two:

I got up this morning, turned on the television, and saw a pleasant forecast for Charleston--70 degrees and sunny. What I didn't see, however, was a forecast with regard to the breakfast buffett at the North Charleston Inn.

If you were wondering, it was cold and nasty.

The rest of my Saturday morning was spent at the Military College of South Carolina, The Citadel. The Citadel is a top-tier military college that is located on the Ashley river in Charleston.

Every building on the campus looms large with a fortified edifice, especially the enormous Cadet barracks.

You might remember hearing about The Citadel back in the mid-1990s when a female sued to gain entry into the all-male Cadet corps.

She won, but didn't last a week. The male Cadets openly celebrated her retreat. Since then, The Citadel's Corps of Cadets has been co-ed.

After I had a sufficient number of pictures, I returned to interstate 26 and headed over the newly-opened Arthur Ravenel bridge that connects Mount Pleasant with the Charleston peninsula. It is the largest cable-stayed bridge in the Western hemisphere.

From there I took US-17 to Long Point road where I stopped in at the Charles Pinckney House at Snee Farm. I walked around the property for about 20 minutes before I saw a sign warning of venomous snakes.

I scurried back to the car with my tail between my legs.

On the property were the foundations of old slave homes that were marked out by archeologists who worked on the site many years ago.

I snapped a photo of the foundations before running scared to the car and continuing north on 17 toward my final destination, Georgetown.

Before Georgetown, however, I got off the beaten path and visited Hampton Island and the Hampton Plantation. It is a beautiful plantation home built by French Huguenots in 1735--err, I mean built by slaves for Huguenots.

The Hampton Mansion was visited by George Washington in 1791 when he, supposedly, urged the plantation owner not to cut down the small oak tree in the front lawn. He wanted it spared even though it would eventually obstruct the view of the house from the front.

Well, Washington saved the tree and now it is nothing short of enormous.

Back on 17, I travelled the final half hour of the ninety minute trip to Georgetown, South Carolina's third oldest city.

Georgetown, a port city, is steeped in history. Not only was it the city that supported Nathaniel Greene and the Continental Army during the Revolutionary War, but it also was one of the main ports of entry for west Africans during the Atlantic slave trade (besides Charleston).

In Savannah during this time cotton was king, but in Georgetown it was first indigo and then rice.

I walked along the board walk and strolled around downtown for a little while before hitting the road once again. I was lucky to be able to hear the end of the biggest rivalry football game in South Carolina on the radio. The Gamecocks of USC defeated Clemson 31-28 in death valley.

Heading back towards Charleston, I stopped for a quick visit of McClellanville. This town of 600 people bore the brunt of the category 5 monster, Hurricane Hugo, in September 1989. (The original track had it passing over Savannah, but, as with General Sherman in the war between the states, Savannah was spared.)

This town is like nothing I've ever seen. It is small, yes, but it is spread out and almost totally canopied by enormous live oak trees and spanish moss. This little town is so close to the Atlantic that in 1989 the storm surge flooded and almost killed dozens of people riding it out in the local high school.

I stopped at Sonic in Mount Pleasant before taking the interstate 526 back to North Charleston.

Sonic is an endemic southern chain that, much like its western counterpart, In-and-Out Burger, is nothing to write home about.

Ok, your order is delivered by a roller skate wearing waitress. I get it.

DAY THREE:

This morning, like each of the past three mornings, I woke up to the smell of funk in the air--North Charleston.

I am not exactly sure what that smell is, but funk should suffice.

In any event, I was in a hurry to hit the road for some reason, and I soon found out why. I wanted to drive all the way (20 miles) to Isle of Palms without my camera battery.

Needless to say, I was a little bent out of shape. Like any good shutterbug, I drove back to get it.

I spent the next two hours in Isle of Palms and Sullivan's Island, taking pictures of the Atlantic, of Fort Sumter and everything in-between.

I didn't do a whole lot after that. I figured I had already done enough driving--700 miles.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Local scuba shop a real dive

It’s that time of year again. The leaves have turned and fallen, the high school football season is drawing to a close, and mid-Michigan is again bracing for another bone-chilling winter.

And all this just in time for scuba season.

No, seriously.

And if you are interested, Kevin Stiff, co-owner of the Dive Shop in Flint Township, has just the submersible suit for you. It’s a dry suit, with coverage from head-to-toe, to take on all that Michigan’s icy waters can dish out.

But, fear not, it’s only bitter cold for the first twenty feet or so; the canopy of ice will provide all the extra insulation you’ll need after that.

While winter serves as the off-season for many of our state’s recreational endeavors, Scuba Divers all over mid-Michigan are rushing to get their tanks filled and their fins polished.

Quick check: Have you gotten your buoyancy regulator inspected lately?

It’s not too late.

“We’re really busy around this time of year,” Stiff said. “Winter vacations and spring break keep us very busy; we don’t close our doors or change our hours.”

Stiff and his staff provide a number of services for the novice, i.e. those of us who thought scuba divers took the winter off, all the way to the experienced diver.

“We’ve certified kids as young as ten and adults as old as 81,” said Stiff, whose shop just celebrated its 20th anniversary last month.

“We work with a lot of families to get them everything they need before they head out on vacation.”

They can get you certified locally, or arrange to help you get your license to dive while you are on your vacation.

And where are many local families heading? Probably the Caribbean.

But, the staff at the Dive Shop isn’t completely sold out to the tropical environs. In fact, they can’t say enough about Michigan as a great state for scuba diving, regardless of season.

“There are a great number of fully intact shipwrecks in this state, some with the masts still standing,” Stiff said. “I don’t think the Great Lakes get their due.”

And, even closer to home, Stiff says that many inland lakes are worth checking out for an afternoon dive.

“People have been diving Lake Fenton, especially the north end, since the 1960s; and Silver lake has some tremendous trenches as well.”

But, in the final analysis, he’s no eccentric.

“Even so, I can’t think of a better place to go than Cozumel (Mexico).”

I guess being somewhat typical is a small price to pay for diving in the crystal clear waters of the tropics.

The Dive Shop’s manager, however, is anything but typical.

“Diving in Michigan is my favorite,” said Kim Collingham, who also teaches scuba diving locally at Mott Community College. “There is so much to see here, and it’s getting better every year.”

“Oh, and it’s affordable.”

Find out just how affordable it is by visiting the Dive Shop at G-4020 Corunna Road in Flint Township, or check out their website at diveshopmi.com.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Sooner boomed too soon

This past Saturday fans and foes said goodbye to one of the greatest running backs in college football history.

Adrian Peterson, the sensational junior running back for Oklahoma, was all over the national news this week and for all the right reasons. Adrian had never been able to play a competitive game, either in high school or college, in front of his father who was only recently released from prison. And, in a tragic twist of irony, dad's first game was his son's last. Peterson broke his collarbone after diving into the endzone for his second touchdown of the day against Iowa State.

Peterson had been running roughshod over the Cyclones defense all day long, putting the Sooners in front 34-9. But his day, his season, and his career at Oklahoma ended in the fourth quarter of an anti-clicmatic conference game.

No Heisman. No national title.

This caps off a forgettable football season for the Sooners who, without a doubt, had one of the hardest luck campaigns in recent memory.

Peterson, in spite of his team's shortcomings and his latest injury, is the best college football player I have ever had the pleasure to watch. He possesses a truly unique blend of speed and power that will make him millions in the NFL--where he will undoubtedly be playing next year.

Find me a college football player at any position who was the best at his position every single season he laced-up his cleats. There are only a scant few. Peterson finished second in the Heisman voting as a freshman, and was well on his way to winning it outright this year.

In short, college football lost the kind of player that is all but impossible to replace.

The only consolation for Sooners fans is this: AD left Oklahoma from roughly the same placed he started--in the endzone.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Bless you boys, redux...

What has gotten into my beloved Tigers? All of the sudden the 'D' is alive again; and, who would have ever thought that the breath of life would have come from the nostrils of the Motor City Kitties?

Certainly not me.

Tonight, in front of a capacity crowd at the COPA, the Tigers defeated the evil empire in convincing fashion, 8-3, to win the five game American League Divisional Series series in four. Not since the days of Kirk Gibson and Jack Morris has this organization so captivated a city.

I remember as a kid having an old poster of the Detroit Free Press with an exuberant Kirk Gibson, arms raised, under the headline: Bless You Boys. Well, the boys are back in town; only this time, you've never heard of them.

The Tigers' roster reads like a B-movie filmography. Who? From where? What?

Players like Marcus Thames, Curtis Granderson and Craig Monroe all came from relative obscurity only to find themselves starring on what now must be considered America's team--this is the moniker given to the latest team to beat the hated New York Yankees.

No one, including me, believed the Tigers had a chance of beating the Yankees in a five game series and we were dead wrong. As much as I hate to admit it, money truly cannot buy championships. With that in mind, I may have to find another reason to hate the Yankees. (Oh wait, they have a 200 million dollar payroll, more than twice that of the hometown boys. That should hold me over.)

The Tigers advance to the American League Championship Series where they will face the hard-charging Oakland A's who most recently swept the Minnesota Twins in their divisional series.

I won't bet against the Tigers again, I promise.

See you at the Series.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

What say you, Detroit?

Last week I had a couple days in the can and I decided to take off for the tropical climes of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Ok, sure, it is not tropical but it has a climate just like everywhere else.

So, I know what you are thinking. Why Pittsburgh?

There are a few reasons:

1.) I've never been there.

2.) There was an article in the New Yorker back in the early 1990s that called Paris, St. Petersburg and Pittsburgh the most beautiful cities in the world.

3.) I wanted to brush up on the local dialect--Pittsburghese. (Hoagies, "Red-up", "Yinz", you get the idea.)

In any event, it was something to do. I have a car that gets 40 miles to the gallon on the expressway, a digital slr, and a knack for getting good hotel prices online. Why wouldn't I go to the 'Burgh?

Pittsburgh is a success story like no other American city.

This steel city, built down in the valley and rising above the congress of the three rivers, used to be the poster boy for the American rust belt. Today, however, it is a shining city--a civil engineer's paradise with more than twelve bridges, two inclines, trolleys and a downtown subway.

The city planners of Pittsburgh redeveloped its waterfront to rescue it from the clutches of urban blight that so many American cities have succumbed to. Cities like Detroit and Philadelphia, since losing much of their industrial bases, have regressed into depressing shells of their former selves--with brownfields as far as the eyes can see.

Pittsburgh is different.

The Skyline of Carnegie's city is dotted with all the affectations of diverse urban development. This city is no longer slave to the boom and bust of a single commodity monoculture like Detroit and, my city, Flint. Pittsburgh is now known as a center for finance and medical services to go along with its heavier industries. (And a tremendous university...PITT.)

Pittsburgh is not without its problems, but it should give other rust belt cities like Detroit hope for the future. It has recently been voted the most livable city in America due to its low cost of living as compared to the larger cities of the eastern United States.

I only wish other cities that have been similarly affected by the rise of global economy could pick themselves off the mat like Pittsburgh has. (For another example of urban renewal at the city center, check out Cleveland.)

What say you, Detroit?

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Get the Message

I was given the opportunity to speak to a group of junior and senior high school students tonight at church. Before I got to my lesson on having a Godly disposition and building character, I took the liberty of shilling for Eugene Peterson. Peterson is the heretic/hero who paraphrased the Bible, putting it into words that everyone can read. Not only is his paraphrase, called The Message, readable, but it is also written with the alacrity of a truly brilliant ink slinger.

As Christians, we must take full advantage of the doctrinal flexibility that our faith grants us. Since we do not have a serious traditional of literalism like our Muslim friends, or Jews to a lesser extent, our faith and our system of morality can be known by all, young and old. Peterson gets it.

For years many Christian churches have been embroiled in controversy over the veracity of one translation over another; it is utter nonsense. Translations are subjective by their very nature. To say that the King James version is more correct than the New International Version which is more correct than The Message belies and understanding of what the scriptures are. What the scriptures have to say about this life are too important to be exclusionary in any way. More to the point, the Message of Christ is too important to be lost in the minutiae of outdated language and anachronistic figures of speech.

Again, we are lucky. Most Christians do not believe that the Bible represents a verbatim recitation of the words of God. The majority of Christians believe that the Bible represents the inspired writings of the great men of the Faith--authoritative yet not immutable. Interpretations of interpretations of interpretations, then, don't seem to make us queasy.

The Bible wasn't written in a sacred language. That is, when Christians pray they pray in a multiplicity of languages--unlike in Islam where Arabic is the only lingual medium to God. The same can be said for reading the scriptures. Many Muslims consider the translation of the Qu'ran into other languages to be apostasy. In this way, the message of the Prophet is lost to people who cannot read in Arabic. This would seem to contravene the Qu'ran's proscription against religious compulsion--though it is certainly not alone.

The Message represents the best of what the Bible can be. It loses none of its depth, it takes nothing away from the spirit of the original texts, and it is more inclusive that any other single translation. The days of reverence to the scroundrel King James' version of the Bible should be put behind us. But, judge for yourself.

I think this calls for a side-by-side-by side comparison. Let's look at this passage in Galatians, chapter five, through the lens of three different versions of the Bible.

Galatians 5:16-18 (KJV):

This I say then, Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fulfil the lust of the flesh. For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would. But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law.



Galatians 5:16-18 (NIV):

So I say, live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature. For the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the sinful nature. They are in conflict with each other, so that you do not do what you want. But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under law.

Galatians 5:16-18 (The Message):

My counsel is this: Live freely, animated and motivated by God's Spirit. Then you won't feed the compulsions of selfishness. For there is a root of sinful self-interest in us that is at odds with a free spirit, just as the free spirit is incompatible with selfishness. These two ways of life are antithetical, so that you cannot live at times one way and at times another way according to how you feel on any given day. Why don't you choose to be led by the Spirit and so escape the erratic compulsions of a law-dominated existence?

What do you think?

Peterson writes with a prose that has a Thomas Paine feel to it that certainly appeals to a wide audience. It was Thomas Paine, the muckraker, who sowed the seeds of revolution in young America with his pen--the one that was "mightier than the sword." In the final analysis, it was Paine's style every bit as much as his words that made him a hero of the revolution.

His cause was important enough to necessitate universal currency, and we should not lose sight of that.

The scriptures are too important, too life-changing, to be anything but inclusionary on a grand scale.

In an article published by Mars Hill several years ago, Peterson was asked about how The Message might change the way we look at the Bible:

"...why do people spend so much time studying the Bible? How much do you need to know? We invest all this time in understanding the text which has a separate life of its own and we think we're being more pious and spiritual when we're doing it. But it's all to be lived. It was given to us so we could live it. But most Christians know far more of the Bible than they're living. They should be studying it less, not more. You just need enough to pay attention to God."

The knees are getting wobbly and the pews are quaking--and I think he is right.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Five for fighting

Today marks the fifth anniversary of the worst terrorist attacks in the history of the United States. In the midst of all of the television specials and commemorations in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania, I think it is worth taking an inventory of where we've come as a country in the intervening five years.

There's still no sign of Usama bin Laden.

Does this matter that much? Probably not. In five years Usama has gone from enemy number one to a mere token target. The figurehead of the Al-Qaeda terrorist network has been on the run since the inception of the American war against the Taliban in Afghanistan--and, for this reason, is no longer a real threat.

Even so, we are not too far removed from a statement in which President Bush compared (if not equated) Usama bin Laden to Adolf Hitler. This was surprising to me because I could recall the President saying last year that he was not all too concerned with Bin Laden--since, of course, he was only a symbolic figurehead and nothing more. Zarquawi, Zawahari, Omar, and al-Sadr were the guys doing the dirty work.

You can't have it both ways.

In the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks the country was united in anger against the men who perpetrated the attacks. It was a time in which the United States government and our security forces were given a mandate by the people to fight an unwinnable war on terrorism by nearly any means necessary. Democrats and Republicans lined up behind the President because they were too cowardly to stand for their principles (liberty, privacy, isolationism, etc.) because their principles would not be popular for another year or two.

Ain't democracy grand? There's nothing that can make you forget your principles faster than the fear of unemployment.

Dissent doesn't pay unless your Tom Paine or the editor of The Nation.

"If you are not with us, you are with the terrorists" was the President's way of characterizing dissent in this country after 9/11; and we bought it because we were scared.

Five years after 9/11 little has changed. We've killed tens of thousands of civilians in Afghanistan and Iraq, and lost over 2000 American and Coalition soliders.

And for what?

The Sunni Triangle is as violent now as it ever has been. There has been a resurgence of the Taliban in Afghanistan--Mullah Omar is still at-large, along with Ayman al-Zawahari.

The Iraq war has been a complete and utter disaster of micro-management. Rumsfield and Wolfowitz believed that common Iraqis would celebrate the United States' liberation of Iraq and that, by-and-large, did not happen. In fact, since the United States military did not secure Iraq's borders, Iranian (Shi'a) militants poured over the border to fight the "crusaders" on their turf.

Rumsfield and Wolfowitz believed that Iraq could be rebuilt with revenue from the country's oil reserves--the same reserves that stood unprotected during the invasion and subsequent occupation. Those oil fields were set on fire and the factories bombed by insurgents fighting against the occupation.

Since the United States is, ostensibly, unwilling to fight a war of attrition in the middle east, the only alternative would be a scorched-earth policy that would further destroy the reputation of the United States in the world.

That's not going to happen and the status quo will reign.

Five years later it's official: Q-U-A-G-M-I-R-E

There were very few dissenters to the war in Afghanistan. Many notable "doves" fell in line behind the president to wage war against the regime that gave sanctuary to the hero of Jihadism. Even as we were gearing up for war against Iraq there was very little in the way of dissent in this country, for better or worse.

Like so many people, I believed the President (who himself believed George Tenet), the American CIA and Britain's MI-6. Tenet was wrong and whether or not he was instructed to fabricate a case for war against Iraq--one that included hanging the Secretary of State, Colin Powell, out to dry--is unclear.

What is clear, however, is that this country is in a real pickle in the middle east. This will have devastating consequences for the future of our country and for democracy itself. Any application of American military power in the middle east has the effect of creating new terrorists. It always has, it always will. (This, obviously, doesn't happen in a vacuum--there are certainly more grievances at work than just intervention.)

U.S. support for Israel will always have the effect of making us vulnerable to terrorism. Death and destruction play their roles, too--purposeful death and destruction.

Is war truly full of "accidents"? I am not so sure.

The killing of civilians should not be considered accidental because it is not an accident. Bombing cities from 30,000 feet has forseeable consequences--dead civilians. It's not an accident.

This war will only beget more war.

And, in the absence of a swift and categorically inhumane blitz on the Sunni Triangle and pockets of resistance in Afghanistan, we will have another five years just like the last.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Treadwell Twin Meets Tennyson

In the aftermath of the death of the beloved Australian naturalist, Steve Irwin, I am left with feelings of both sadness and frustration. Irwin, better known as the "Crocodile Hunter", was killed yesterday off the northwest coast of Australia when the dirty dagger of a large stingray pierced his heart.

His death comes little more than a year after the release of Werner Herzog's fabulous documentary of the life of the flaky self-avowed naturalist, Timothy Treadwell--"The Grizzly Man." Both Treadwell and Irwin shared an intense love for animals that transcended appreciation on its way toward obsession.

I write this not to demean these men, but to put their lives in perspective. They were unique men for good reasons. They took risks, calculated risks, most every day. (In Treadwell's case, he lived with Grizzly bears for months at a time.) To the layman these risks seemed extraordinary, but to men like Treadwell and Irwin they were quite routine.

Timothy Treadwell lived in a dream world for the better part of his life. In his world, animals were pure good. The altruistic qualities he saw in humans were borrowed from the animal kingdom--referring quite often to the "people's world" as being separate from his own. In his mind, animals only lashed out when they were confronted and they carried with them a preternatural desire for fellowship with humans--humans that understood their idiosyncracies like Treadwell did.

When Treadwell would gaze into the eyes of a Grizzly, he would see something that the rest of us would not. He saw more than a simple sentient creature. Treadwell saw a creature that was thoughtful and rational--and certainly not simply utilitarian. His inability to grasp nature in all its fatalistic grandeur cost him his life. In the end, Treadwell and his lady friend were eaten by an older bear looking for a pre-hiberation meal.

Irwin was certainly not the eccentric that Treadwell was, nor is it fair to equate the two in terms of their knowledge of ecology. However, I am convinced that Irwin shared with Treadwell that same perverse belief in the conviviality of all animals that is rooted in knowledge and knowledge alone.

Men like Irwin, Treadwell, and Jim Fowler (of "Wild Kingdom" fame) are actually averse to referring to animals as "dangerous." To them, animals are only dangerous in the absence of knowledge. This, for them, is how they transform run-of-the-mill "risks" into "calculated risks." Armed with their knowledge, wild nature becomes knowable and, potentially, livable.

To my way of thinking, there is only one example of perfect knowledge to be found in the animal kingdom, at least in terms of behavior. In 1850, Lord Alfred Tennyson published his epic poem "In Memoriam" in which you will find this little nugget of truth:

Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law
Tho' nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek'd against his creed

This is perfect knowledge.

Nature is chaos, violence and pain and when human beings overreach the boundaries of wild nature we must play by its rules.

The golden rule of nature is that the strong survive; but, the strength of knowledge becomes weakness when its antecedent confidence convinces men to encroach upon wild nature.

Nature, truly, is red in tooth and claw.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

The End of an Era

In the world of sports, it is very rare for fans to be able to see something that is truly great. Today, at Flushing Meadows in New York, the career of one the greatest tennis players of all-time drew to an emotional close.

No one will remember the name of his final opponent, Benjamin Becker, nor the final score. What fans will remember is the outpouring of emotion on the court in the aftermath of the final match of Andre Agassi's esteemed 21-year career. The finest fans in tennis lavished upon Agassi ten minutes worth of applause leaving the 8-time grand slam champion in tears.

After his victorious opponent wished him well, Agassi somehow managed to overcome his emotions long enough to deliver a farewell address to his fans. It is one that I won't soon forget.

"The scoreboard said I lost today but what the scoreboard doesn't say is what it is I have found," said the emotional superstar after grabbing the mic. "You've given me your shoulders to stand on to reach for my dreams. Dreams I could've never reached without you."

And he was right.

Andre Agassi is probably the most popular tennis player of all-time. When he first burst on to the scene he was all ego, all image. He was one of the most recognizable figures in the world of sports. For those of you who are my age you undoubtedly remember the Canon EOS commercials with Agassi and the tagline: "Image is everything." And for the young Andre, it certainly was.

But, the lasting image of Andre is going to be decidedly different.

It was Agassi's flare for the dramatic that made him the people's champion. It wasn't his crazy hair or his lavaburst Nike shoes that made him popular. To real tennis fans his image meant nothing. Agassi was a true champion who defeated his opponents not with brute strength but with energy to spare.

The energy was still there today, but the man I thought would stay young forever just didn't have the legs to stay with the young buck.

The Andre Agassi I saw close out his career on the first Sunday of September in 2006, the emotional gentleman, is the Agassi that I will remember. He came full circle as a player and as a man right before my eyes. In the past five years he has become a husband and a father of two children. All of the sudden, the game that he loved didn't define him as a person. He was a husband, a father and only then a tennis player.

As a child, Andre was my favorite tennis player and it wasn't even close. As I got older, however, I began to appreciate the humble champion and Andre's greatest rival, Pete Sampras. Everything that I loved and respected about Sampras way back when was evident today at Flushing Meadows.

The retirement of Andre Agassi signifies the end of a truly great era in tennis.

And do I ever feel old...

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Life in Gray-Scale


Tonight I was going through some of my old stuff and I ran across a diary that I had made last year when I was starting my first (and only) semester as a graduate student at Pepperdine. It was in response to a less than satisfying classroom experience with a pretentious prick professor:

Here it is, almost a year ago to the day:

My first class this morning was Great Books, taught by Professor Kauffman. It was a good experience, overall. We talked at length about defining “the good” as well as the reality or illusion of objective truth. My roommate and I, as if we needed the help, we were immediately dubbed the “thumpers”—though not in so many words. I was directly asked, by Professor Kauffman, to describe the genesis of my morality—where does it come from? My response was faith, my morals are rooted in my faith in God—the morality of the Bible, essentially. He then asked me if I would abortion illegal in America if I had my druthers; I swallowed hard and answered in the negative. My roommate answered the question essentially the same way, although replacing the negative reply with a positive one. The frustrating part of this interplay was the fact that I was not able to qualify my remarks.

I firmly believe that we cannot legislate morality. The problem in this country is not that abortion is legal, but that people increasingly desire the eradication of human life before birth—by majority for the mere sake of convenience. This mindset is one that can never, by policy, be vanquished. Overturning Roe versus Wade will only serve to stimulate the hanger economy in the United States and abroad.

I have to believe in objective morality. More importantly, perhaps, I want to believe in it.

Without objective morality my faith is rendered meaningless.
Things in life are almost never black and white, cut-and-dried. That being said, however, they do, in varying degrees, stem from basic objective principles. These principles are difficult to apply uniformly in all situations—this is the very nature of the ethical binary. This difficulty of application does not, in my mind, contravene the existence of objective morality. While abortion is most assuredly immoral, couldn’t it actually be moral in very specific situations? Probably so. Much in the same way, War is almost always worth eluding; but, it has been necessary at varying times in world history. War is not moral in and of itself, but it could be.

It is only by the strength of objective morality that this world has not fallen into chaos.


What say you?

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The Bridge Over the River Styx


P.O. Box 666
Fifth Ring Avenue
Blue Blazes, Hell

The bridge over the river Styx was out today, so I had to wade through it.

I found myself standing in a line of ten or more people today at the south Flint Post Office, wasting away for the purpose of shipping off my hardcover copy of "Public Finance and the Price System" that garned for me enough money to buy a tank of 87 octane.

This experience today, standing in line, was a veritable symphomy of my childhood fears (cello and contra bass section) and my various pet peeves (the strings). No one likes standing in lines, that is a no-brainer. However, I can usually handle standing in line--as an internet bookseller I do it all the time.

Or at least I thought I could.

Today I had the misfortune of standing behind a woman who decided she would eschew a cameo appearance in my own personal hell in favor of the lead role. With the devil and Gene Wilder by her side, this woman started humming the "Oompa Loompa" song from "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." She did this for five straight minutes before taking a rest.

If only she knew that I absolutely despise that song and everything it stands for. Oompa Loompas are disgusting little creatures that have, throughout recent history, done more to scare kids than clowns and Pee Wee Herman's talking furniture combined.

Her little humming solo brought it all back. You remember the boat scene through Willy Wonka's factory don't you? Or what about the scene where one of those little mutant freaks got sucked into the chocolate river's filtration system? Remember that?

These memories came flooding back with each and every hummed note of that infernal song.

Finally the woman handled her business at the front desk and all was right with the world--and then someone's phone rang.

There is little worse, in my world, than having to listen to people converse on their cell phones in small public settings. You know, places like branch offices of the United States Post Office.

But, in this case it was even worse than that. I had to listen to the insipid musical ring tone that has replaced the "so ten years ago" ring. After regaining my composure, I took notice of a woman, probably in her twenties, busily labelling a package. She had a stumped look on her face and picked up her cell phone and started dialing.

"Hey" she said.

"How do you spell 'inventory'?"

Here's the thing: The voice on the other end of the line was, essentially, her lifeline. He was her ace in the hole. He was the person who she could count on, above all others, to be able to spell this infrequently used word.

He spelled it wrong.

She double-checked it and he spelled it wrong again. She wasn't satisfied, however, until he spelled for her another word that had escaped her.

"Ok, how about the word 'attention'?"

One out of two isn't bad.

Poll the audience next time, girlfriend. Fifteen heads are better than one--or some combination thereof.

So not only was this woman comfortable with having a phone conversation that everyone could hear, but she seemed ok with the fact that half the people in the post office would think that she was a bird brain.

She must have been compelled by the same force of nature that drove the hummer in front of me to do what she did. I guess pet peeves would not be pet peeves were they not continual annoyances.

And so it goes.

"Listen to the Blues, people. Listen to what they're saying." B.B. King

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Why Israel?


The Land and the Holy City

Those of us who have grown up in the Christian church are all too familiar with the Holy Land of antiquity, Israel. It is the home of our most cherished landmarks and shrines. Christ was born in Bethlehem in the land of Israel in what is now modern-day Palestine. Jerusalem, the “holiest city in the world,” is the home of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre which rises up from Golgotha, the hill of Calvary. It is said that in the first Christian Crusade in the 11th century, Christian fighters were assured that they could better prepare themselves for the afterlife by showing contrition for the atrocities being committed within the confines of the Old City. In other words, prayers emanating from Jerusalem had a force of recognition that no other locale could boast.

The city of Jerusalem and the land of Israel are important not just to the ancestors of the ancient Israelites and to millions of Christians, however. Jerusalem is, depending on who you ask, the second or third most venerated city in the world for Muslims. Consider that one of the greatest events in Islamic lore is Muhammad’s “Night Ascension” in 621 CE in which he, as it is claimed, traveled from Mecca to the “farthest” Mosque, presumably in Jerusalem, and from there ascended into Heaven with Gabriel—the Al-Agsa Mosque. The rock from which Muhammad is said to have ascended was enshrined several decades after Muhammad’s death and is now, arguably, the most recognizable landmark in the world—The Dome of the Rock.

The land of Israel and the city of Jerusalem is at the historic epicenter of roughly half of the world’s adherents to religion, generally. For centuries Jews, Christians and Muslims have been wrestling for control of the Holy Land. Even to this day, the “Walled City” of Jerusalem is divided along ethno-religious lines. In spite of the continuing turmoil in the Holy Land, Israel still remains the destination of choice for pious Jews and Christians. For Jews, Jerusalem is Zion and for Christians it is the backdrop of the scriptures.


Origins of American Support

As American Christians, Israel is not our land; it is the land of the Jews; it is the land of “God’s chosen people.” I remember, as a child, hearing my Grandfather defend Israel--the state, that is--in the wake of the first Palestinian Intifada. And in my older years, I’ve heard him speak with equal amounts of pride about the potency of the Israeli Defense Forces and the United States’ support of it. (Even as I write this I am staring at the Star of David hanging from my wall.)
Many explanations have been given for my country’s devotion to Israel, but they often do not match the reasons that I’ve been given by my Grandfather. American diplomats, in spite of the Arab-friendly nature of the State Department, often cite the panacea of democracy and how it must be supported in a volatile part of the world. Still others cite the Holocaust as the thoroughgoing reason for the unfettered American support of the state of Israel since 1948. There was a lot of support in the West for the Zionist movements in the early 1940s on account of the atrocities that had come to light.

The support of the American government of the state of Israel, financially and diplomatically, since Harry Truman is indicative of both a tradition of selectively supporting democracy abroad (one that is certainly problematic) and of the prominence of Evangelical Christian thought in the last 60 years of American foreign policy.

Biblical Underpinnings

GENESIS 12:1-3
GOD told Abram: "Leave your country, your family, and your father's home for a land that I will show you.

I'll make you a great nation
and bless you.
I'll make you famous;
you'll be a blessing.
I'll bless those who bless you;
those who curse you I'll curse.
All the families of the Earth
will be blessed through you."

1 Kings 8:16
"Since the day I brought my people Israel out of Egypt, I have not chosen a city in any tribe of Israel to have a temple built for my Name to be there, but I have chosen David to rule my people Israel."

Roman 15:27
“They were pleased to do it, and indeed they owe it to them. For if the Gentiles have shared in the Jews' spiritual blessings, they owe it to the Jews to share with them their material blessings.”

Exodus 19:3-6
As Moses went up to meet God, GOD called down to him from the mountain: "Speak to the House of Jacob, tell the People of Israel: 'You have seen what I did to Egypt and how I carried you on eagles' wings and brought you to me. If you will listen obediently to what I say and keep my covenant, out of all peoples you'll be my special treasure. The whole Earth is mine to choose from, but you're special: a kingdom of priests, a holy nation.

Deuteronomy 7:6-8
Do this because you are a people set apart as holy to GOD, your God. GOD, your God, chose you out of all the people on Earth for himself as a cherished, personal treasure. GOD wasn't attracted to you and didn't choose you because you were big and important—the fact is, there was almost nothing to you. He did it out of sheer love, keeping the promise he made to your ancestors. GOD stepped in and mightily bought you back out of that world of slavery, freed you from the iron grip of Pharaoh king of Egypt.

Isaiah 11:11
Also on that day, the Master for the second time will reach out to bring back what's left of his scattered people.

Ezekiel 37:20-24
"Then take the sticks you've inscribed and hold them up so the people can see them. Tell them, 'God, the Master, says, Watch me! I'm taking the Israelites out of the nations in which they've been exiled. I'll gather them in from all directions and bring them back home. I'll make them one nation in the land, on the mountains of Israel, and give them one king—one king over all of them. Never again will they be divided into two nations, two kingdoms. Never again will they pollute their lives with their no-god idols and all those vile obscenities and rebellions. I'll save them out of all their old sinful haunts. I'll clean them up. They'll be my people!”

The overwhelming spirit of the scriptures represents the relationship between God and the Jewish people as being at worst original and at best transcendent. The promise that God made to Abraham still rings true for many evangelical Christians, and to my Grandfather, to this day. Since a significant bloc of the conservative Christian movement in this country is comprised of evangelical Christians, it is no wonder that the historic relationship between my country and Israel has been guided by these sentiments.

Millions of Christians around the world believe that safeguarding the state of Israel is a requisite condition of the second coming. Others simply are resigned to the fact that a sovereign and powerful state of Israel for the Jews is a net positive for Christians in the Middle East—something that is certainly arguable. Still others simply retain positive feelings for the Jews because of the original Covenant.

Some Orthodox Christians and Catholics, however, subscribe to the belief that the Jews surrendered their claim to the title of “God’s chosen people” when they did not accept Jesus as Messiah. This was the sentiment expressed to me by a South African missionary who came to our church a few months back.

Conclusion

Tradition often has the force of inertia in the realm of politics. I find, more often than not, people are either confused or simply ignorant of why our country unabashedly supports the state of Israel even to the extent that our support surrenders any chance of diplomatic credibility in the region.

In sum, the support that the state of Israel has received from the United States for nearly 60 years is imbued with the forces of geopolitics as well as simple loyalty reserved for Jews by Christians that is rooted in the scriptures.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Rank Over Race?


Ornamentalism: How the British Saw Their Empire by David Cannadine; pp. xxiv + 264. Oxford and New York: Oxford University Press, 2001.

Edward Said’s seminal work, Orientalism, set off an academic firestorm in the late 1970s—one that still burns today. His book argued that the nature of imperial thought in Europe was borne out of a doctrine of racial superiority that eventually colored all Western scholarship of the East. David Cannadine, a staunch opponent of this “simplistic” argument, characterizes it in this way: “Britons saw society in their ‘tropical’ and ‘oriental’ colonies as enervated, hierarchical, corporatist, backward—and thus inferior.” (p.7) And, while Cannadine does not dispute the fact that racist ideologies were in play in the making of the British Empire, he presents an argument that is different but equally compelling.

Cannadine undermines the arguments of Said—and other noted historians—not by trashing their merits, necessarily, but by questioning their historical scope. Cannadine writes that “it is the argument of this book that these attitudes, whereby social ranking was as important as (perhaps more important than?) colour of skin in contemplating the extra-metropolitan world, remained important…for the British long after it has been generally supposed they ceased to matter.” (p. 8) Class distinctions, he argues, were at least as important as racial distinctions—an argument that would certainly draw the ire of adherents to Said’s Orientalism. This is not to say that the British Empire was in any way affiliated with a broad-based movement toward a more equal society; much to the contrary, British society was notably inegalitarian. His contention, however, seems to be that their fashioning of imperial societies abroad was based upon the assumption of graded upward mobility—that, with a little help, everyone could be British. And so, he sets out writing what amounts to a brief history of the rise and fall of British hierarchical society at home and abroad.

In short, Cannadine argues that the British saw their empire as merely an extension of their society back home. That is, during the 100 or so years after the British regained control of India following the Sepoy Rebellion, Imperialists took special care to fashion the Empire on the basis of a very familiar rubric. This rubric was replete with hierarchical class distinctions that, for all intents and purposes, remade British society in their far-flung colonies. This, as Cannadine argues, was not the simple “us versus them” mindset that has been represented in a great deal of the scholarship on Imperial Britain post-Orientalism. This wholly visible attempt to order colonial societies by structuring the preexisting unequal social gradations under the control of the Monarchy is, in a nutshell, Cannadine’s Ornamentalism. In this way, the monarchy came to be the source of unity amongst many in the colonies.

Cannadine’s uniquely descriptive prose allows the reader to fully grasp the extent to which British Imperialists took pains to, at varying times, place rank ahead of race in their structuring of colonial societies. One way in which Cannadine supports his argument hits pretty close to home. He makes the point that in the post-revolutionary colonies, colonists set up their fledgling societies not on the imperial structure of Britain, but on “constitutional republicanism and egalitarian social perceptions.” (p. 15) Cannadine here makes the claim that it was this lesson of history, the American Revolution, that provided British Imperialists with the impetus to fashion colonies along hierarchical lines in order to stave off further revolutions. (p. 15)

Another major theme that follows throughout the course of this book is involved in the projection of British grandeur in the colonies—the Pomp and Circumstance March of the Empire. In this way, the power of the throne of Britain was exported to the colonies to reinforce their budding social hierarchies. The famous durbars in India and jubilees in Africa had the affect of making empire seem more real to the new subjects of the Crown. This was the British honors system writ large. But, even beyond these regal ceremonies were the day-to-day projections of British Imperialism that attempted to create in their colonies the effect of oneness: “An amalgam of names, places, buildings, images, statues, rituals and observances…made it impossible for anyone to forget or ignore the fact that they were subjects of a sovereign rather than citizens of a republic.” (p. 105) This, it should be noted, would have been impossible to pull off in an intrinsically racist society. However, the extent to which individuals in the colonies felt a connection to the British Monarchy is certainly debatable.
This concept of hypothesizing perception is why Cannadine’s scholarship is somewhat less scholarly, in my view, than many who have come before him. Perceptions, obviously, are more difficult to account for in any truly empirical manner. One could compose a similar critique of Said in that his argument for “otherness” as the thoroughgoing modus operandi of empire was generalized to the point of being destructive.

Another argument that is made by Cannadine, and others, involves the use of preexisting social relations in the colonies to reinforce monarchical control of the Empire. In order to achieve this, the emirs, sheiks, Indian princes and tribal leaders who had already some level of endemic legitimacy were accorded a great deal of prestige in the imperial structure of Britain. In this way, a native tribal chief in New Zealand or South Africa could achieve—or exceed—the status of many high ranking Britons. It was Britain’s universalist approach to governing its empire; an approach which, at times, left many Britons who stayed home during the age of imperialism wondering if colonial life was actually superior to that of the homeland—this was, perhaps, an unforeseen consequence of indirect rule.

Cannadine’s arguments, on the whole, seem reasonable in that they present a legitimate second way of looking at the British Empire. But, inasmuch as Said’s arguments are stereotypical, Cannadine’s seem to be incomplete. The projection of British power in the colonies, with the aim of creating Neo-Britains, can certainly not be accounted for solely on the basis of ideologies and ornaments. The use of force, military, economic and social, seems to have been overlooked in the creation of colonial hierarchies—or at least underreported. This could have the effect of trading one stereotype for another—or at the very least downplaying the complexities of the relationship between the British Crown and it colonies.
Cannadine’s work is hardly post-modern in its presentation or conclusions. Not only is the simplification of rank versus race not particularly helpful, but his use of the term “British” with respect to how they perceived their Empire seems a bit problematic. With the term he appears to be only referring to the landed aristocrats in Britain—and certainly not the majority of Britons. This certainly prevents him from making an earth-shattering theory of one perception of one empire by one people. If only his analysis were as graded as British society; then he might be on to something.

Jared Field

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Occidentalist Mimicry

Penguin Books, 165 pgs.

After spending the better part of this week researching two books, and reading another, about how the British viewed their empire, I needed a respite from the intellectual back-biting of Orientalism versus Ornamentalism.

I read Occidentalism.

This book is not as well-known as its predecessors, and certainly not as long. I am a little hesistant to call the two other "O-isms" predecessors because the authors of Occidentalism never mention Said or Cannadine--the two authors of Orientalism and Ornamentalism, respectively. That being said, however, you can be sure that Ian Buruma and Avishai Margalit have read the aforementioned academics' works.

Occidentalism, in short, was written as a short philosophical history of how the West--read Anglo-America--is perceived by its enemies. The enemies of the West are plenary; though the West, today, is hated most in and around the ancient Orient--the Near East. But, at various times throughout history the West has been at ideological odds with Germany (the World Wars), Japan (World War II) and Russia (the Crimean War, the Cold War, etc.)

What this book takes pains to point out is that the "Occidentalist" ideologies of the East are quite similar and, in varying ways, are borne out of the application of Western ideologies. And, one ideology in particular--that of the Islamist--is really not anything new.

One might say that the thoroughgoing similarity between essentially all Occidentalist ideologies is their understanding of the West as a materialist and unheroic society--that is, an individualistic society rooted only in self-maximizing "values."

The anti-capitalist, anti-imperial, movements of the East--including Marxism which actually had its start in Germany--are derived out of the reaction of these cultures to the rise of trade on the world scale. For example, Maoism in China became the cause celebre for many leftists in the 1950s and 1960s because, as our two authors point out, "...Mao saw himself as the champion of the entire Third World...all those who hated the bourgeois West, Maoism promised a way out of capitalist alienation, urban decadence, Western imperialism, selfish individualism, cold reason, and modern anomie." (p. 41) This marked the rise of the country against depraved city life. But, it also represented certain Eastern values being adapted to Western anti-imperalist ideologies (national socialism). Essentially, it is the East versus the West with the help of the West.

The difficulty of defeating our enemies in the world, then, is not just involved in their "resolve" versus ours. The foundational principles of freedom, equality, and democracy, as they exist today--mostly in the West--represent a comparatively new way of looking at the world, liberalism. This, perhaps, is the best way to order societies that are based upon trade and merchant economics--it allows for the reign of inegalitarianism. Additionally, the promulgation of liberal ideas is the surest way to continue to put the West squarely at odds with the highly-heroic, highly-spritual, cultures of the East.

Generally, we in the West fear war. War, as it is said, is bad for business. In the cultures of the East--especially the Near East--war is the means by which individuals and, more importantly, whole cultures can defend their honor. This is an ideology that is quite foreign in the West, but one that is replete within the orthodox Muslim cultures of the Near East and the Samurai culture in Japan.

(Consider why members of Hezbollah believe they can defeat Israel in an open War. They "win" only by defending their honor; and there is no honor in retreat.)

The West, for all intents and purposes, has no honor--no heroes. In the eyes of its enemies, the West has traded the truth of the "country" for the invidious lies of the "city." (However, it is a bit ironic that many anti-Western movements in the East have been founded upon nationalism--a strictly Western innovation.) The mind of the West, as it were, is seen as a "...truncated mind, good for finding the best way to achieve a given goal, but utterly useless in finding the right way." (p. 76) Societies, then, that are built upon individuals over and above communities are inherently evil.

It's science versus tradition, creed versus ritual and the rational versus the spiritual.

In our current war against Islamic fascism, it is important--in spite of what the reactionaries say--to know our enemy. In this way, it is pivotal to understand that only certain aspects of the Islamist ideology are new. Much of it predates Al-Qaeda, Hamas, Hezbollah and even the Muslim Brotherhood; the larger part of it is rooted in Occidentalist thought.

We in the West were being called materialist infidels long before Osama Bin Laden and Mullah Omar were born. They, and those like them, see the world the way the Manichaeists in Ancient times saw it--in black and white. For many of them, it's darkness versus light.

And so, as long as we are different from our enemy, we will be legitimate targets. Their defense, however, is one of mimicry--a path which we are not prepared to follow.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Scads of "Softball Guy" Sightings

I had the good fortune of spending this weekend about an hour south of town for the annual Howell softball tournament. Every year scads of pretend baseball players (many of whom are Nazarenes) congregate on the campus of the Eastern Michigan District's campgrounds to fight for the right to raise the coveted first place trophy. (Not to mention a trip to the pretend baseball nationals in Cincinnati.)

I am one of those pretend baseball players--I am somewhat bashful to admit. I've never been much of a baseball player--or a softball player by connection--but I enjoy the fellowship with my friends. Unlike so many others, I don't take it all too seriously. I want to win, but not at the expense of making someone else feel like a loser--a fairly unique mindset in such a den of masculinity.

And, I don't wear baseball pants. (Speaking of losers...)

The problem with wearing baseball pants, at least as I see it, is that baseball is not the sport being played at a softball tournament.

It's just not the same thing--at least to some of us.

And so, when "softball" guy digs in at home plate wearing pin-striped softball pants, he becomes a self-parody.

"Softball guy" has embraced the parody not only in Howell once a year, but in the tournament of life. It's a self-imposed travesty that imbues nearly every corner of "softball guy's" life. "Softball guy" is merely a shell of his former self--a shell that is covered in pin-striped, shoe-horn-tight, nylon. He seeks to relive the formative years of his life, only at far slower speeds.

It is in this meathead male world of softball that fellowship is overtaken by the seemingly innate desire for competition. What should be "red dot" revelry is oftentimes replaced by the unbecoming antics of desperate men.

This weekend I witnessed the tomfoolery of athletic grandeur lost; and I know what it looks like. On the surface it seems noble; inasmuch as it is noble to strain oneself to the point of bodily injury while grasping the last vestiges of youth.

But, more to the point, it is actually sad and pathetic.

I saw men throw temper tantrums in front of their kids after questionable calls from despotic umpires. I saw a man hobbling to first after tearing his ACL--and an outfielder who tried to throw him out from left. I saw a man screaming like a psychopath at his team to hit the ball ever harder to score ever more runs. I saw men quibbling over wholly inconsequential rules violations like they were renegotiating the terms of their respective divorces.

It was nothing short of embarrassing.

And, in an ironic twist of fate, it was "softball guy" each and every time.

In the end, it was "softball guy" who won the trophy.

And lost it.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

The 'Cats' Meow


Flint— Finally, the whirlwind recruiting process for Flint’s finest is over. Today, at high noon, Flint Powers’ 6’2’’ senior combo guard, Laval Lucas-Perry, flanked by his mom and dad, formally announced his intention to play for Coach Lute Olson at the University of Arizona.

"I really wanted to stay home, but Arizona was the right school for me." Lucas-Perry said.

LLP's meteoric rise to national prominence this summer was just short of unprecedented; less than one year ago no one, present company excluded, believed that LLP was high-major material. He played in the shadows of players like Alex Legion, Durrell Summers and Dar Tucker. He was the “Oh, and…” guy. All those players were great, “oh, and Laval is good, too.”

He’s no longer an afterthought; he’s casting the long shadow.

Lucas-Perry credits his versatility and increased exposure for his abrupt accession to national acclaim.

"They [Arizona] got to see the best of me this summer," Lucas-Perry said with a grin. Laval also expects Wildcat fans to get the best of him in 2007, as well. Lucas-Perry, never lacking in confidence, spoke about his expectations for his freshman year.

"I see myself being an impact player in my first year...they are interested in me playing three positions."

At Arizona, LLP will be playing for one of the greatest coaches in NCAA history, Lute Olson; the coach with a higher winning percentage in the past two decades than any other coach in division one. It is a top three national program that routinely sends players to the NBA—guys like Jason Terry, Gilbert Arenas, Mike Bibby and Richard Jefferson come to mind.

Arizona’s offer came quick on the heels of two outstanding performances at the NBA Players Association Camp and Arizona’s own Advanced Skills Camp. Coach Olson sealed the deal with Lucas-Perry when he made the long journey from the desert southwest to Saginaw Arthur Hill this past weekend for their first annual Hoopfest. Lucas-Perry noted that Arizona offered him the scholarship after seeing him for the very first time.

The University of Michigan, asleep at the wheel as always, only recently got into the sweepstakes. Instead of making a hard charge at Lucas-Perry, the Wolverines commenced groveling with the self-loving Legion who recently recommitted after snubbing them in April.

At last count, Arizona beat out eight or more interested schools including Wake Forest, Boston College, Penn State, Michigan State and Wisconsin.

Lucas-Perry will join other Michigan hoopsters who journeyed west to play in the Pacific Ten, including Detroit Renaissance’s Malik Hairston and Tajuan Porter, as well as his soon-to-be teammate from Grand Rapids South Christian, Kirk Walters.

In short, basketball junkies in Michigan have yet another reason to stay up late.

Congrats, LLP.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Disproportionate Power?


It's the same old story: Zealous Islamic militants in the Middle East have touched off another potential region-wide military confrontation. The notorious Islamic Terrorist organization, Hezbollah, is responsible for the deaths of eight Israeli soldiers and the kidnappings of two. Israel has begun to act definitively, and the world is screaming.

Ho hum.

In a lot of ways, Hezbollah has given the state of Israel exactly what it has wanted: the opportunity to end them, in a manner of speaking. Since the deaths and kidnappings occurred, the Israeli Defense Forces have completed over 50 raids in Lebanon--a struggling democracy that has only recently been free from nearly 30 years of Syrian occupation.

The largest attacks, thus far, have been perpetrated on the largest Lebanese airport in Beirut and several air bases. And, if they haven't already, IDF leaders will soon begin targeting the offices of prominent members of Hezbollah in Beirut which will, without doubt, kill many civilians.

These future strikes will occur in the midst of an outcry from Europe over Israel's supposed "disproportionate" use of force. Apparently, countries like Russia, France and Great Britain want Israel to engage an enemy in a more fair manner.

This is completely laughable.

These countries do not practice what they preach, especially in Russia's case. But their hypocrisy is an issue for another day. The United States has also, in the past, compelled Israel to use restraint in their dealings with terror groups like Hamas and Islamic Jihad in Palestine and Hezbollah in Lebanon.

Not this time.

President Bush condemned the kidnappings in killings and placed the blame for the escalation squarely on the shoulders of Hezbollah. The United States also vetoed a U.N. Security Council resolution decrying the use of force as excessive.

This argument about the "disproportionate use of force" is one that has some historical currency. This is the argument that is often cited to undercut the decision of the United States to use the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. And, while I appreciate the merits of the argument in that case, it certainly does not apply here.

What the United States did in Japan was unconscionable. The firebombing of Tokyo and the subsequent nuclear strikes were certainly beyond the pale. The United States unjustifiably immolated an already defeated enemy. There were many, at that time, who believed that had the Allies lost World War II that it would have been Americans being charged with war crimes.

But I digress...

In Israel we have an example of first aggression being met with swift force. For Israel there is no alternative. No other nation on this earth has dealt with more terrorism than Israel has since they became a state in 1948--the fireworks that ushered in the birth of their nation came from the airpower of consolidated Arab militias.

To urge Israel to use restraint against an enemy that despises its very existence belies any understanding of their situation. The relation between Israel and its neighbors is not a simple matter of historical hegemony or anything else we tend to attribute international emnity to. In this case, acts of war are being committed with the goal of eventually eliminating the Jews as a race--sound familiar?

If you think I am exaggerating, do yourself a favor and find the text of the original charter of the Palestinian Authority. In it you will find that their stated objective was to drive the Jews "into the sea."

In truth, the culpability here seems endless. Israel will have to make an account for their unjustifiable use of power, when it truly occurs. The Lebanese government and those it governs will have to pay the price for their permissiveness--they, of course, know everything they need to know about Hezbollah and its ongoing operations. The United States will, once again, take a hit in the court of world opinion--but what else is new? And the once-great powers of old Europe will be caught sitting on their hands, as usual, creating new and more impotent U.N. Security Council resolutions.

My prediction: Israel's crippling of the infrastructure of Lebanon will force the Lebanese government into compliance with the Israelis and the creation of a tenuous partnership to rid the region of Hezbollah.

The outcome could, however, be seriously dire. This could be the beginning of a Lebanese Intifada that will further destabilize the region and, effectively, the entire globe.

Considering the potential consequences for Israel and the world, proportionally, I'd say they've got it just about right.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Jeers to Algiers


From the onset of the 2006 World Cup the powers that be within FIFA were very cognizant of the racist factions that exist in many of the fan bases in Europe. It has become commonplace for racial epithets to rain down from the crowd in the direction of players of color irrespective of what country they represent. In fact, in some instances African players are accosted by fans of their own teams.

It was the goal of FIFA to present a united front against racism in this year's World Cup and, by and large, they ran a great tournament. They raised the stakes for any spectator found guilty of making racist or discriminatory remarks and it seemed to work. However, in a tragic twist of irony, the ill-fated final minutes of the title game for France may have turned on a racist quip by an Italian midfielder in the direction of France's Zinedine Zidane.

According to the times of London, Italy's Marco Materazzi appeared to have mouthed the words "son of a terrorist whore" toward Zidane. This, according to the report, set Zidane off and precipitated the vicious headbutt to Materazzi's chest.

Zidane, you might say, had every right to take offense to the alleged slur. The 34-year-old soccer mogul is the son of two Algerian immigrants who are now elderly and living in France.

For those of you who are in the dark about the tenuous nature of the historical relationship between France and Algeria, it is important to know that Algerians endured generations of second-class citizenship in France and Algeria after their homeland was finally colonized early in the twentieth century. During this time, the French colonizers forever placed their imprint upon the society and history of the country. They divided and conquered Algeria, pitted European against African, Jew against Muslim and eventually stirred a bloody guerilla movement that led to the emigration of nearly one million French back to France.

The decolonization of Algeria, you might be surprised to know, happened less than 50 years ago in 1962.

Many believe that the French state is now reaping a whirlwind for both the way in which it colonized North Africa and its abrupt decolonization of the region. You will recall the historic riots outside Paris last year involved thousands of immigrants of North African descent who comprise the underclass in French society. Many of these immigrants, like the parents of Zidane, were actually born in Algeria.

In short, words carry context every bit as much as they carry significant meaning. If, indeed, Materazzi said what he is alleged to have said then he got what was coming to him.

I just wish it hadn't cost the French the title.

En bas avec les Italiens!

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Au Revoir, Zidane.


In what will be remembered as one of the most dramatic World Cup finals in history, the Italians came away with the victory winning 5-3 in penalty kicks.

The story behind the story, however, involves France's aged superstar, Zinedine Zidane, who inexplicably headbutted Italy's Marco Materazzi square in the chest in the second overtime period. Zidane, arguably a top ten player of all-time, was sent into retirement early after one of the most bizarre moments in sports history. He was given the red card and ordered to leave the field. It was almost surreal seeing France's darling sell his team down the river in crunch time.

For the length of the entire game and the bulk of the overtime period, France outplayed Italy in nearly every facet of the game. They controlled the ball and put themselves in great positions to score throughout the game. In the end, however, fatigue sent two of France's top players to the bench late in overtime. This meant that France went into the shootout without three of its best players.

In the end, Italy buried all five of its penalty kicks on their way to winning their fourth World Cup--the second most behind Brazil's five.

Unfortunately for the Italians, their victory will most likely be overshadowed by Zidane's brutish antics. Zidane ended his career like no other superstar before him. Not only did he fail his teammates, his fans, and his country, but he tarnished his legacy as a player. He will be remembered for the rest of his life for this incident.

The script was set for the triumphant return of Zidane and the frogs to the top of the sports world. Remember that it was Zidane who led the French to the World Cup title in 1998. This was to be his curtain call, his finest hour. In the end, Zidane may become Bill Buckner writ-large.

Zut alors.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Who's Pumping You?


Do you ever sit back and wonder how this country has been able to sustain itself economically throughout this "calamitous" rise in the price of gasoline? Many of us, I am sure, have taken great pains to find someone, or something, to blame for the $3.00 per gallon gasoline. Someone has to pay, right?

Yep. We do.

Americans will pay the going rate for gas no matter if it is 79 cents or five dollars. We will pay it. Do I have any evidence of this? Of course. But, before I make the case that gas prices have not had the affect of modifying our behavior in any quantifiable way, let me ask you this: has the rise in gas prices changed the way you live your life? Have you cancelled a vacation or called off that day trip to Shipshewana? I doubt it.

Let's look at the numbers: According to AAA, 4th of July travel on our roads was actually UP this year by one per cent or more. All that means is that in spite of the price of gas being up more than 70 cents since last year at this time, more than 40 MILLION people still took to the roads.

So, the question remains: How have Americans dealt with this crisis?

It's simple, really; there is no crisis.

Adjusted for inflation, gas prices in this country are not at all-time highs. According to the United States Department of Energy, the price of gas is still significantly lower than it was back in the 1980s and, beyond that, actually cheaper than it has been for the greater part of the 20th century!!

As author John Stossel points out in his new book, gas is actually a bargain when you compare it to other goods. Have you checked the price of bottled water lately? 16 fluid ounces of Aquafina will cost you $1.29, and that wouldn't turn a single cylinder!

And what do you think costs more to produce?

The problem with gasoline in this country, as an issue, is that most people really don't understand it. Yes, the energy magnates at Exxon, UNOCAL, and Citgo will screw you and do screw you. But do they screw you anymore than anyone else? Probably not. Consider for a minute who the big winner actually is at the pump. It isn't Exxon, though they are pretty big winners; it isn't the station owners, though they get theirs as well; and it isn't consumers like you and me, though we get access to a commodity that we could not refine ourselves; the big winner is government, state and federal.

Let's look at the numbers. According to the American Petroleum Institute, the average tax burden on a gallon of gas is approximately 42 cents in the United States. Compare that to the four to seven cents that Exxon takes in as profit for every gallon of their gas that you pump into your Hummer H2.

So who gouges us more? Big oil or big government?

Sure that money goes into the treasury, but where does it go after that? The last time I checked, the interstate system in this country was in disrepair. In other words, the difference between gouging for profit and gouging for pork barrel spending is negligible.

Something further that you need to understand about gas, as a commodity at least, is that it is an inelastic good. In economics, these are the goods that are still consumed in relatively the same quantity irrespective of the price. The price is basically irrelevant based on our consumption patterns.

What has changed and led to an increase in the price of gas--at least nominally--is the size of the demand. The demand per person in this country has not fluctuated very much; however, the demand on the global scale has. For instance, in countries like China and India, the consumption of petroleum-based products has been relatively low until recently. Since these two countries have liberalized their economies, they have quickly become players in the global economy--a transition marked by rapid industrialization, the opening of new economic sectors and the rise of consumption in consumer goods. And, as you might imagine, one consumer good that appears to be becoming popular in China and India is the automobile.

In other words, as Americans our per capita demand for gasoline has remained relatively unchanged; but on the global scale, there are vastly more people demanding it now than ever before.

And what happens when you see a steep incline in the aggregate demand of a commodity? The price goes up.

Demand is not, however, the only thing that drives prices up or down. There are also vast networks of speculative capital flows that can have an affect upon prices--futures trading is a good example of this--in addition to the geopolitical anxieties that make speculators squirm.

In sum, what you see on that sign outside of your local Speedway Station is not always what you get. There are a lot of factors that influence the price you pay for gasoline.

In effect, governments are pumping us, the Petro-Potentates are pumping us, the global finance system is pumping us, and austere despots in the Middle East are pumping us.

And we don't seem to mind.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

ToxiCity


I was perusing my favorite message board today, at urbanplanet.org, when I came across a discussion that I've had numerous times in the aftermath of hurricane Katrina's thrashing of the gulf coast. Should New Orleans be rebuilt?

Now, keep in mind that this website is for hardcore urban infrastructure and planning-types so it has some degree of legitimacy in my eyes. The consensus there reflected my own feelings on the matter.

No.

In order to truly engage in this discussion, in my humble opinion, it is necessary to put aside all the positive feelings you have for the city and its history. This is a matter of economics, first and foremost. Pouring untold billions of our money into a city that is by majority below sea level is illogical.

Hurricane Katrina flooded 80 per cent of the city of New Orleans leaving 1800 people dead and tens of thousands displaced. Hurricane Rita, just one month later, exacerbated further the condition of the city when parts of the Ninth Ward were again flooded. According to the newspaper of record in New Orleans, the Times Picayune, Katrina was responsible for the "worst civil engineering disaster in American history."

In order to save salvage what was left of the city's infrastructure from the clutches of the floodwater, the Army Corps of Engineers pumped billions of gallons of highly toxic water into the gulf of Mexico--water that, without doubt, would also finds its way into the Mississippi River as well as Lake Pontchartrain. The environmental affects of this disaster are still being investigated.

In the ten months since the disaster the Army Corps of Engineers have been trying to restore the floodwalls and levees in the city to where they were pre-Katrina.

Does anyone else find fault with this?

If, indeed, there is a connection between the proliferation of powerful tropic storms in the hemisphere and global warming, the chances of another Katrina bearing down on the gulf coast would seem to be pretty good. So, restoring the levee system in New Orlean back to pre-Katrina levels reflects the Federal Government's unwillingess to rebuild New Orleans for the long-term.

It is band-aid bureaucracy at its best.

And that is why it should not be rebuilt at all; it is far too expensive to do it right. As of right now, the Feds have allotted 12 billion dollars to the state of Louisiana, the majority of which will be earmarked for the redevelopment of New Orleans.

12 billion is not enough; not even close.

To do it right would require an almost unfathomable amount of money and at least a decade's worth of renovation. Couple that with the specter of more potentially disastrous storms, not to mention other natural disasters, that are looming on the horizon and we have the emergency management version of "The Money Pit."

In economic terms, the city of New Orleans is a sunk cost. The money that is being put back into New Orleans WILL NEVER be recouped.

Only by looking at this issue in a dispassionate manner, as my friends on Urban Planet have, can we truly come to a consensus as a country. It is a bitter pill to swallow for many to forsake the Crescent City but it is the rational thing to do.

Katrina was not, in my opinion, a "hundred years storm" as we used to say. These types of storms are becoming all too common and it is high time we recognize that changes in the global climate must be accounted for--and not just in the short-term.

Oh, and New Orleans wasn't nice to begin with.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

I am not done with you, Benedict.


I've heard all the apologists and I'm frankly tired of it. This is the spur in my side right now:

Complete idiot on the radio: "What would you do? Would you stay at your job if someone else offered you 20 per cent more?"

Complete idiot on the television: "Can you blame the guy? What would you do if you could ensure that your kids would be set for life?"

Let me clue you guys in. YES. I would absolutely stay at my job if someone else offered me 20 per cent more. That is, if I were making 12 million dollars per year!! And, if I were content in my situation. Of course I would stay.

If Benedict's own words are any indicator, he was happy in Detroit. But contentment and familial stability pale in comparision to a 20 per cent shortfall in income, or so it seems. Apparently the costs of uprooting your family and making yourself look like an all-too average greedy ballpaper do not outweight the benefits of an extra 2.5 million per year--again, Detroit did offer 12.5 million per year.

But, doesn't this contract ensure that his kids will be set for life!? Of course it does! But you know what else would, Benedict? 12.5 million dollars per year. Although, maybe you aren't any different than the New York Knicks' former star center, Patrick Ewing, who offered up this glittering jewel: (in defense of the players' union during the last NBA lockout) "Yeah, we players make a lot of money, but we spend a lot of money, too."

You now have a little more money to spend, Benedict. Maybe now your kids won't have to fill out a FAFSA when they graduate high school.

I know, I know, I am out of line here. It's all about the kids. The kids, the kids, the kids...

You know what would be good for the kids, Benedict? And not just your kids, Benedict. Setting an example is good for kids. Enforcing an idea in the minds of the young people who practically worship you that money IS NOT EVERYTHING IN LIFE is good for kids.

See you in November.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Buy Buy Benedict Wallace

What do you think Benedict Wallace is worth? The Detroit Pistons' team president, Joe Dumars, thought he was worth 12.5 million dollars per year for four years. An offer that, in my estimation, grossly overstates his worth to the Pistons. The Chicago Bulls, however, gave him the extra money he wanted--4 years, 60 million dollars--prompting him to take the red-eye out of town.

A lot of Pistons fans are going to be distraught about losing Benedict, but let me tell you why you shouldn't:

Benedict Wallace is, arguably the best defensive player in the NBA. But, he is also, arguably, the BIGGEST OFFENSIVE LIABILITY in the League. How many other full-time starters in the NBA average less than seven points per game and miss more than half of their free throws?

Think about it this way, if Benedict Wallace is worth 15 million a year for playing only one half of the game of basketball, how much should Kobe Bryant or Ron Artest be worth? The last time I checked, Bryant was making 15.9 million per year and was a top five defender and the best offensive player in the game. Artest, a former NBA defensive player of the year who can also score you 20 points a game, is making a paltry six million dollars per year in Sacramento. This is amazing when you consider that both these players are roughly TWICE AS GOOD as Benedict.

More names...

Elton Brand is a better player than Benedict who makes less than 15 million a year. The same can be said for Shawn Marion, Pau Gasol and Dirk Nowitzki who also make less than 15 million.

During his time in Detroit, Benedict made himself out to be the team player extraordinaire. Where was the team player when contract time came? He took more money to play for a lesser team, so that makes him average. He's not Steve Yzerman or Lou Whitaker, Detroit fans. He's a phony.

Detroit made Benedict what he is today. The Pistons had the strength on the perimeter to allow a TERRIBLE offensive player to just play defense. Not many teams in the League can afford to have one of their starters be absolutely LOST on offense.

In closing, I would like to say thank you to the Chicago Bulls. I thought, at least for a while, that you guys were starting to really put things together. But, you just paid a post player who cannot even catch an entry pass cleanly 15 million dollars a year!!

Maybe now we can let the young kids play...

Monday, July 03, 2006

Worldwide Wont of Need: End of Poverty Reviewed

Penguin Press 2005, 368 pp.

The biblical passage most cited with respect to poverty, that the poor will always be among us, stands alone as the most fatalistic among its prophetic peers. It is, however, not enough for me to quibble with simple fatalism because there is something quite unique about this statement. True, it speaks to the thoroughgoing presence of the downtrodden in this world for as long as we have been able to experience it; but, it also frames the issue in a functionally inalterable way. It belies that fact that poverty is not a monolith. Poverty is a complex issue that is worth classifying, one that is worth reducing only in terms of its ground-level effects.

In his book, “The End of Poverty,” Jeffrey Sachs hits the ground running in South America on his way to all points east for a survey of the current state of global poverty and all its machinations. In doing so, he points up many of the issues that serve to further the scope of poverty in the global south. The “developing” world of the south is rife with the touchstones of struggling economies: autocracy, lack of infrastructure, inflation and hyperinflation, vast tracts of inarable land, shortages of medical supplies and biomass, and little or no broad-based education programs. In a perverse reversal of fortune, in a manner of speaking, these noxious characteristics of “developing” nation-states have made many of them desired locales for the production of petty commodities for distribution in the world market. These are the countries that have a minimum level of the necessary components to replicate a labor force on a day-to-day basis.

But, what of the rest?

What is there to say about the continent of Africa, for example?

Here we have a continent that is so bereft of infrastructure that it is not even fortunate enough to be a desired locale for resource exploitation. It’s like the old adage about the exploitative effects of capitalism: “the only thing worse than being exploited under capitalism is not.” The continent of Africa embodies this statement to a tee and this is where Sachs’ book starts to rub anti-capitalists the wrong way—more on that later.

Africa is the worst case scenario of underdevelopment and, perhaps, as good a reason as any for why poverty as a concept must be understood in all its stark gradations. I find Sachs’ discussion of poverty-types to be his most prescient. Taking on poverty as a concept, to my current and ever-changing understanding, might just be best presented in a dispassionate, if not arcane, manner as only an economist can do.

What Kind of Poverty Do You Have?

Sachs’ states early on that it is important to recognize the three distinct degrees of poverty: extreme, moderate, and relative. Sachs’ takes great pains to deconstruct, often with the dexterity of a clinician, extreme poverty—its causes and prospective solutions. This is not to say that he is dismissive of relative or moderate poverty, but that the psychological affects of relative poverty and the more-encompassing affects of moderate poverty do not rise to the level of outright emergency.

Extreme poverty differs from its moderate and relative counterparts in that it signifies a revolving lack of basic needs—i.e. the very minimum level of resources a household needs to survive. This, to my pre and post-Sachs way of thinking, is unacceptable especially when you consider the abundance of resources globally; additionally, there are the prospective economic benefits of a world in which extreme poverty has been eliminated—i.e. truly global markets, more productive locales and an relatively untapped pool of new consumers. But, it is not development economics that is failing according to Sachs; the failure here lies in the relative lack of global support for struggling nations coupled with a high level of debt overhang in the developing world.

Reaching the Rung

Sachs’ parts company with the “anti-capital gang” when he asserts, early and often, that the circulation of global capital and the emergence of transnational enclave economics is not part of the problem but part of the solution. In other words, Sachs’ still believes in the ethos of the Development Project—the project that, in its heyday, many argue led to a stunning increase in the level of austerity and structural instability in the “developing” world.[1] In his world, export-processing zones in Thailand or Vietnam symbolize upward mobility—a position that truly destitute countries would give away their sovereignty to share in.

In his explanation of why some countries fail to thrive, he writes that “precisely because economic development can and does work in so many parts of the world, it is all the more important to understand and solve the problems of the places where economic development is not working, where people are still off the ladder of development, or are stuck on its lowest rungs.”[2] This is the analogy that is made ad nauseam throughout the book. It is helpful in spite of its pestering ubiquity in that it gives readers an object lesson in development economics. As a general rule, to gain a foothold on the bottom rung of a ladder, one must take a step up. This, in a nutshell, is Africa’s problem. In order to set out on the road of development, far from it being paved, there must be a road to begin with.

UN-Met Obligations

The underpinning purpose of this book is to convince the powers-that-be of the alterability of extreme poverty. Sachs believes that the compassionate nations of the world can eliminate extreme poverty by the year 2025. In my lifetime, Sachs writes, poverty can be made history. This, however, will take a concerted effort on the part of the rich nations of the world—a cabal that has historically complemented its deep pockets with short arms.

For his part, Sachs believes in the goals that have already been put forth by the 191 United Nations member-states for global development. These Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) were promulgated in the year 2000 but, like most every other resolution coming out of the UN, they appear to have the staying power of a bassoonist at the Apollo. Rich countries like the United States agreed to a level of support for struggling nations through the UN’s Millennium Development Goals, but they have not yet held up their end of the bargain.[3]

In order to meet these goals, it is incumbent upon the rich nations of the world to do their part—and not just on the hard money end of it. Sachs uses the United States’ weeks-old arch nemesis, Ghana, as an example of how rich countries need to inaugurate global development. In a country that has been saddled with First World debt originating decades ago, when the World Bank and the IADB were the prominent predatory lenders in Third World, new policies are certainly not the solution. Countries like Ghana cannot simply “liberalize” and become desired locales for capital investment overnight; productive capital is needed to build infrastructure in these countries to attract capital investment. Economic assistance coming from the core to the periphery is necessary to allow countries like Ghana to escape from the clutches of underdevelopment at best, and extreme poverty at worst. The development of human capital is expensive, but in the end the rich countries will benefit from raising the standard of living globally by investing abundant resources and cancelling decades-old debt.

.7th Heaven

What’s in a number?—A lot of things, potentially. Sachs states that if the rich countries of the world reserved 0.7 per cent of their gross national products toward alleviating global poverty, we could meet the UN’s Millennium Development Goals and be well on our way to eliminating extreme poverty by 2025.[4] It should be noted that .7 per cent of the United States’ GNP for Official Development Assistance (ODA) is significantly less than the one per cent of GNP reserved for the rebuilding of Europe under the Marshall Plan.[5] But, even being signatories to international agreements on ODA has not compelled the United States’ government to act on its word. Much to our shame, the ratio of military expenditures to Official Development Assistance is astronomical already and rising—currently 27 to 1. In other words, we have an overcapacity to destroy and an unwillingness to rebuild.

Even considering our military largesse, the United States could still afford to give .7 per cent of GNP for global development. Taken with what we already give, the United States would need to increase aid as a percentage of GNP a whopping .55 per cent. Think of it, our GNP grows at a much higher rate than that! For Sachs the benefits—both economic and moral—outweigh the costs. He’s convinced me—if only he could convince the bond market.

Concluding Critiques

Critically speaking, this book is a wellspring of juiceless jargon that, taken together, actually makes a compelling case for the possibility of the eradication of global poverty. The excitement is in the end, the stark-raving boredom is in the numerous means. I appreciated his willingness to be at odds with the anti-capitalists at specific points during the book. This gives his arguments a level of objectivity that does not take well to the run-of-the-mill talking points of anti-capitalist and development studies. For this reason, Sachs may well become the authority on sustainable development much like Jared Diamond is to biogeography and Thomas Friedman is to airline miles.

The most fascinating aspects of this book, for me, are his numerous case studies of the success stories of development. These, at least on the surface, eased my sense of hopelessness early on. These individual studies give readers skin and bone to wrap around some of the more abstract ideas presented later in the book.

Enough Kofi to Stay Up All Night

One point of contention I have with “The End of Poverty” is the author’s insistence upon constantly delineating the alphabet soup of the United Nations’ various development projects and initiatives. Even as a lover of acronyms, there is only so much of that that I can take. This is a book that is too important to be drowned in the stale language of impotent global bureaucracy. I guess, in my world, only initiatives that actually have teeth, or potentially have teeth, are of true importance. Trusting the United Nations to be an efficient arbiter of aid on such a scale takes a lot of trust to go along with an acute case of amnesia. But I digress…

I believe that following the guidelines of the UN’s Millennium Development Goals could begin to lift struggling nations out of the poverty trap. That being said, however, until following the initiatives of the United Nations becomes something more than an ancillary consideration for member states we are destined to remain in the status quo. As the most powerful nation in the world, the United States should lead by example in the fight against global poverty.

Being Pro-Bono Finally Pays

As I draw to a close, I have been doing a quick cost/benefit analysis in my head over whether or not aligning U2’s front man, Bono, with the cause of Global Poverty eradication is actually a good thing. Now, on the surface, it makes sense to utilize the star power of a recognizable figure like Bono to aid the cause—it’s marketing 101. That being said, however, what about the credibility gap that exists between the superrich and the extremely poor? Bono belongs to a class of people that, when they talk at all, angles its words down at the poor. His jet-setting lifestyle, in many ways, belies the cause that he seems so passionate about. But, far be it from me to demand high thinking and plain living from a man who once paid $25,000 to have his favorite hat flown across the Atlantic—the same ocean that prevents him from being a “limousine leftist” in Africa.

For my taste, Bono’s whole aura smacks of arrogance. In my opinion he is just another member of the guardian class with a conscience. When your net worth is in the hundreds of millions and your homes are gated—all five of them—you take the risk of being looked upon as a hypocrite. And while I appreciate many of things he has done where this is concerned, his frivolous lifestyle is for me a bitter pill to swallow.

My Advice: Check this book out at your local library and send the 16 bucks you would have spent on it to the ICRC. Or, you can take your 16 bucks and flush it down the toilet--it will eventually make it to the UN.

[1] Specifically, he denotes the proliferation of inflation and its big brother, hyperinflation, in developing economies still smarting from decades of debt peonage. There was also a significant decrease in the ability of developing countries to sustain infrastructural spending on welfare, health services, education, etc.
[2] Sachs, 51.
[3] Agreements that rich nations would make every effort to reserve a reasonable percentage of gross national products have been made, with the oversight of the United Nations, going back more than 35 years.
[4] As years pass without total compliance to the 0.7 agreement, the goal of total elimination of extreme poverty by 2025 is fleeting.
[5] Sachs, 342.