Childish Spanish Racism

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Because of Spain’s contemporary history of being sheltered from the rest of the world during much of the 20th century, its people lack any sense of cross-cultural sensitivity in dealing with foreign cultures. Consequently, Spanish people will frequently make remarks or use gestures in reference to foreign cultures and races that would be considered offensive, inappropriate and outright racist in any other modern, dynamic and heterogeneous population. Nonetheless, the Spanish will laugh off these usages as being terms or signs of affection. The offended should learn not to take offense, and the proponent of political correctness should learn not to be so hypocritical.

The latest example of this is the Spanish men’s olympic basketball team’s photograph with all of its players making their eyes slanted. What is remarkable is how innocently naive and childish their gesture believes itself to be an act of “appreciation” towards the Chinese. While most Spanish newspapers are never color blind (they always refer to the race, religion, or nationality of their subject matter as long as it is not the majority in Spain), at least this time El Mundo asks whether the team pose was appropriate.

What is shocking is that in Spain, absolutely no one will find the photograph troublesome in the least.

Update: Just read the story covered in Yahoo!.

Update 2: Apparently, the Spanish national basketball team isn’t the only Spanish team to define Asians by eye shape.

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Brooklyn and Netherland

On Friday, I took the train up to New York from DC to spend the weekend in Brooklyn with my brother and to also see my grandmother in the Bronx. On the train, I started Netherland by Joseph O’Neill about post 9/11 New York as seen from the viewpoint of a Dutchman who discovers the West Indian and South Asian cricket playing world. I thought the novel would serve as a good backdrop to visiting my brother’s very West Indian Brooklyn neighborhood on the south side of Prospect Park near Flatbush. As a matter of fact, it was — most of which though I finished on the train ride back to DC.

On Saturday, my bro and and I took the Q train to Coney Island to check out where both my grandmother and father had enjoyed spending summer days when they were children. I suppose I don’t have to mention that Coney Island is not what it used to be. Nevertheless, it (as well as the ride there) is definitely fascinating with its mix of cultures that outside of New York would never logically inhabit the same space. And that is pretty much what Netherland is about. O’Neill writes, Continue reading

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Soulnik in Delaware

Last week I spent a few days — as I try to do each year — in Bethany Beach, Delaware with my padres. I made this video in honor of its peaceful shore and the favorite of my recent acquisitions: Soulnik. The song is “One Guy” by Doug Watkins and Yusef Lateef. Last year a produced a similar, but different Bethany video.

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Breaking News?

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Apparently a now defunct affair from two years ago by former presidential primary loser John Edwards is breaking news. How is that breaking news? Who cares? The press has known about this relationship for ages. Who cared about it then and why can’t I get anything valuable from CNN? King and Blitzer should get real jobs! Why is Edwards deserving so much scrutiny all of a sudden? How many mistresses did Guiliani have? How many ex-wives does Sarkozy have? How many (very open to the press though not to the public) relationships has Bill Clinton had since he left office (not including the ones in office) and no one has since mentioned them? Did John McCain start his relationship with his second wife before he divorced his first one? Who knows, who cares?

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(Peanut Butter) Cookies!

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I have a bit of a cookie fetish, and when it comes to peanut butter cookies — especially Nutter Butters — that fetish turns into an all consuming, debilitating addiction. My girlfriend insisted that prior to my endoscopy, I describe in detail to the doctor just how many cookies I eat a day.

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Good thing they don’t have Nutter Butters in Spain.  Unfortunately, my nephews and niece have also taken an interest in peanut butter cookies recently as well. It might mean war.

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Que le pasa a Madrid?

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Something funky has been brewing in Madrid the past year or so. With the total crash of the Spanish economy — regardless of the denials of the government — I have noticed a remarkable increase in homelessness and vagrancy, especially where I live in Chamberi. Now the benches in the Plaza de Olavide and along the streets of Chamberi are frequently crowded with winos from Eastern Europe. With the fall of the construction industry which brought in hundreds of thousands of foreign workers, similar scenes will most likely increase.

My neighborhood has been safe and peaceful since I moved there eight years ago. But just a few months ago a man was shot a few blocks from my house, and then early this morning a stray bullet hit two pedestrians (in front of Iurgi, Juan Pablo and Jacobo’s place). Spain (like the rest of Europe) is not home to a firearms culture and simply does not have the huge gun violence that we get in the U.S., so these types of trends are definitely disturbing. The extemists will blame the insecurity on immigration, but have surely forgotten how the streets were more dangerous in the 80s and early 90s when there were no immigrants but plenty of Spanish petty thieves. Nevertheless, the destruction of employment we’re now witnessing, especially in the construction sector, will most likely continue to prove negative not just economically but also socially.

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McCain’s Low Road Express?

During the primaries, there was a tipping point where Hillary knew she had no other option than to go for the low blow, to ignore policy and direct her attention down the low road. Ultimately it was either too late or people simply weren’t (completely) buying it. Nevertheless, some of it stuck to Obama towards the end. Apparently, some 12% of Americans believe Obama to be a Muslim (in the land of religious freedom and political correctness, Islam is as bad a communism or a death penalty pardon) and to be unpatriotic.

We’re only in early August and yet John McCain feels so threatened by his rival that he has already turned nasty, even against what he had originally promised in terms of a “clean fight” — McCain now accuses Obama of being unpatriotic, acting like a celebrity wanna-be, and playing the race card. The New York Times Editorial Board, which had previously refused to publish a McCain op-ed piece for lack of substance, has printed two consecutive editorials criticizing McCain’s recent ads and false attacks — “Say What? John McCain, Barack Obama and the Race Card“, “Obama & Britney & Paris: The Low Road Express Goes Lower“. Then there was Bob Herberts’ “Running While Black“.

Obviously, Obama does run the risk of looking star-struck and self-important with all of the attention drawn to his candidacy. Sometimes he does come off more like Will Smith than George W. But does that alone justify McCain’s attacks on his persona? Was McCain right to whine about the New York Times criticisms? The Washington Post Ombudsan recently revealed that the paper was slightly covering Obama more than McCain. Who can blame them?

The thing we must remember is that we’ve reached the point where the voters don’t really care much about the real issues anymore. Now it’s all about watering down the issues into absurd sounds bytes to treat the voters like the naive, malleable ingoramuses that we are. That’s why McCain is talking about Paris Hilton, race cards, and patriotism. Meanwhile, the candidate are converging on a singular political view on each issue: the McBama vision. The only bold and beautiful thing about the election is that it is being steered towards becoming more of a soap opera than a policy debate.

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The Summer of ’98

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I just finished reading Philip Roth’s The Human Stain — kind of an American version of Milan Kundera’s The Joke. The story takes place during the summer of 1998 in the middle of the Bill Clinton – Monica Lewinsky scandal.

After reading the first page, I was transported back to my own summer of 1998. Most of my memories of that time are blurry , for it was spent seven day a week, fourteen hours a day, for all of June and July preparing for and then taking the New York Bar Examination. August I spent in recovery with withdrawal pains. Yes, withdrawal pains. Continue reading

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What I Hate About Facebook

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Facebook is a great way to keep in touch with friends — old ones, distant ones, and new ones. I get to follow my friends’ big trips and their little adventures. But what I am increasingly finding annoying about Facebook is that my friend Christiana — who moved back to her native Greece from Washington, DC about 10 years ago — shuttles herself to a different beautiful and mystical Greek island almost every weekend. If going to Mykonos again wasn’t good enough, this weekend she had to go to Corfu. And from Corfu, to Paxi and Antipaxi.

After reading another irrelevant article about Obama and McCain, I just opened Facebook to find her amazing photos from the weekend.

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The Geriatrics of War-Mongering

While Barack Obama hit his first three point attempt with all net in Kuwait, smiled with world leaders who smiled back, and made America look like a nice place after all, McCain stepped off a golf cart to pose for a photo opp at a geriatrics country club for the ultimate elite in Snobville, Maine with Bush 41. McCain then proceeded to complain that it was “No Country for Old Men”. But come one! Who wants to follow a wheelchair race?

This weekend in the New York Times, Frank Rich poked fun at John McCain’s complaints about an unfavorable press. Hasn’t McCain bee getting a free pass from the press?

It was laughable to watch journalists stamp their feet last week to try to push Mr. Obama into saying he was “wrong” about the surge. More than five years and 4,100 American fatalities later, they’re still not demanding that Mr. McCain admit he was wrong when he assured us that our adventure in Iraq would be fast, produce little American “bloodletting” and “be paid for by the Iraqis.”

Come to mention it, have we seen the press playing and replaying McCain’s determined and convinced congressional platitudes about the imminent dangers of Sadam Hussein and the cake walk that would be the invasion? Continue reading

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