Thursday, January 26, 2017

The Gleaming Wall of Liberty







The Shameful Earth Tattoo You May See From Space


Hypocritical though it may seem to erect a prison wall around the world’s shining beacon of liberty,

Unacknowledged motivations bubble in a seething cauldron of rancorous fear and incredulously denied bigotry

Creating a defiant scar of petulant separation to be seen on the Earth’s face from worlds beyond, across time and space

Kindling the dormant collective neural pathway of anti-humanity that from time-to-time seems to doggedly plague our collective race

Stirring though, as well, the exhausted soul of direct democracy against her retreat from a market-fueled media cacophony

Today I choose to RESIST a hopelessness borne of the spectre of a dimly lit path to tyranny, suspiciously validated by votes cast in agony

Energized by an inchoate and growing solidarity with sisters, brothers and all others whose awoken eyes can now more clearly see


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RESISTANCE blooms defiantly as we exalt the simple truth that NO wall can be made to divide those that are dedicated to a dream of universal humanity

UN-PRECEDENTED




An a·cros·tic is a poem, word puzzle, or other composition in which certain letters in each line form a word or words.  I have written an acrostic for today, for now, for you.  This acrostic’s message is in the first letter of each line.  When viewed you can see that the first letter of each of these lines spell out the word ORGANIZE.

I have titled this Poem: "Unprecedented"


Over the arc and through the bitter cold of this brash winter of rancorous discontent there is a defiant light that shines


Reviving the life of a movement awoken with a fresh spirit and invigorated focus; it is a light glowing in your handmade signs


Generations connected in the dream of equal justice too big and too strong to ever fade away


American through and through in that dream’s character of a struggle for justice and equality whose time has come today


Never goaded by the twittering bluebirds of pettiness and rage chirping caustic messages late into the night


Inspired by the first family of grace to meet the lowliest of lows with only the highest of our height


Zealously energized are we, ready to face the dawn of a day that the world never expected to be


Ever devoted to the dream that is made by the steadfast, hands-on, every day work of people just like you and me




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Francisco Salinas 1/16/17

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

An open letter to Joe Scarborough (and all the other "Joe's" of America)


Do you know what?   I watch your television show. I generally appreciate your openness to the seemingly sadly foregone days of actual bi-partisan politics.  I also appreciate good police officers, and I am thankful for them.  I am thankful for the good that they continue to do and have done.  They ALL have a hard job.  I think they would have an easier job if they did not have to worry about a hyper militarized citizenry to be fearful of; but I digress.

Do you know that not all of them are good?   Here’s the thing; there are a LOT of people of color in the United States who have genuine and personal experience being treated poorly by police officers, for what we suspect is nothing more than being a person of color.   Is that so hard to believe that you need to try to marginalize all of us by lumping us together as supporters of looters trying to create a martyr out of a thug?  I am not a looter and I am not a looter apologist, I am not even burning down a building.  I am a citizen; an educated citizen, an educator in fact, and I have been treated poorly by some police officers.  Not all of them, but enough to decide that I would rather always drive the speed limit than take a chance that I’ll meet a bad one.  Bad ones have guns just like good ones do.  The bad ones will also lie to justify the things they do.  I don’t just believe this; I have experienced this.   It appears…looking all across the country, that I am not alone.  Are you tempted to dismiss me?  Here’s a fact: There are a LOT of people of color in the United States that this experience resonates with.

Do you think I’m being unreasonable?  Here’s what I think is unreasonable; people who decide how the lived reality of another person should be properly interpreted.  Would you, as a man, tell a woman how she should feel when she’s giving labor or how she should interpret treatment by another man?  I’ll bet you’d see that as pretty preposterous.  Why is that?  When you decide that I can’t be trusted to interpret my own lived reality properly, how is that not a reflection of a belief in your superiority over me?  Is it that you think that I have bias while you are above this?  Is it that I have a “stake” in a particular interpretation of that reality which you think biases me so much that I ignore the truth?  Are you really so blind to your own bias and your own “stake”?

Your level of outrage at the creation of a narrative in the media that doesn’t reflect your own lived reality is just beautifully ironic.  In response to your missive, actually nobody “needs” to tell you anything.  If you were simply to accept that their reality is just as valid as yours it would provide all the reconciliation you seek.  You could abandon your own rigid inability to allow the voices of others whose reality differs from yours to coexist and the integration of multiple perspectives could create a fuller and more informed version of truth.  There is not a massive disconnect between reality and the perception of others, there is a massive difference between your perception and theirs.  Your assumption that your perception IS reality is the only root of this disconnect.

And finally, yes, Michael Brown is worth standing up for.  Michael Brown was not a “thug”, he was barely an adult and it looks to me like he made some mistakes.  I will admit, however, I did not know him and all that I know about him seems very incomplete and very biased, but I don’t want to perpetuate the dehumanization of this dead young man by continuing to call him a “thug.”  I saw the tape of him in the store and leaving the store.  I don’t like what it looks like he did and he should have been held accountable for those choices.  I don’t pretend to know the full truth of that matter, but from what I saw, it does not look good.  I know I am softhearted; I work with students about his age.  I see them and read their papers.  I know that I am sometimes surprised at what I come to know of them by reading what they write.  An exterior that does not match my expectations of what they sometimes write can fool me.  I know that a tough exterior sometimes develops especially in young men of color as a defense mechanism against a world where they feel the odds are stacked against them.  I say this not to excuse poor choices, but to humanize someone that was a student, maybe a flawed student, and maybe a student on the wrong path, but a student nonetheless who will now never have a chance to work on improving himself for himself.

That grand notion of equal justice, in fact, is not meant to apply exclusively to people that aren’t “thugs.”  That grand notion is meant to apply to all of us.  Calling him a “thug” over and over is both unkind and dehumanizing and calls into question the motive of seeking to discredit him.  If he is not worth being a martyr, why is his character worth being sacrificed? 

The Michael Brown response is not a strategy.  Michael Brown’s story is a tragedy.  It is one tragedy too many.  What if I told you that I thought that the quote by Neal Boors about free speech sums up my feelings on Michael Brown and equal justice?  Boors’ idea that “Free speech is meant to protect unpopular speech. Popular speech, by definition, needs no protection”, it is this idea that invites in me a notion that Michael Brown may be, in fact, exactly the right symbol for a rigorous standard of equal justice.  Maybe it’s exactly because it’s so easy for so many people to immediately accept an alternative narrative that he was an irredeemable “thug” that equal justice is so important for someone like him.


Maybe he deserved to be arrested, maybe he deserved to be physically restrained, maybe he deserved to be in jail.  I don’t believe he deserved to be shot over and over and left to die in the street like an animal.  It is too easy for me to believe that a police officer might operate using all the tools at his disposal with an unaccounted for level of bias informing his perspective, and it is too easy and too credible for me to believe that he would lie to protect himself.  That is not just a problem for me.  That is OUR problem.  Michael Brown’s story is one tragedy too many, and even he deserved the protection of the equal justice that remains worth fighting for, for ALL of us.  Michael Brown’s death and the activism since does not risk the possibility that well-meaning people of color will elevate an unwilling martyr, it presents an opportunity for all well meaning people to look comprehensively at a reaction that seems disproportionate to them and either ask “why?” or to conveniently dismiss it as “BS”. 

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Can this please be “The Cos” of the beginning of the end for antiquated and misogynistic statutes of limitations for rape and sexual assault?



Language disclaimer:  In this piece I attempt to clarify in language between opinion and fact only because I believe it is important to be careful with language and to differentiate what I KNOW and what I BELIEVE.  As much as I believe that Bill Cosby has done something horrible over and over, and as likely as it now may seem to be, I do not KNOW this for a fact.

Truly this looks very bad.  The badness seems also to be piling up deeply. As for me – I’m sad.  I admired Bill Cosby not only for his humor, but also for his historic impact on popular culture.  The Cosby show pushed to normalize a Black America that reflected a heretofore-unattainable middle class context with humor and warmth.  The “Fat Albert and the Cosby kids” cartoon in 70’s also was important in deliberately darkening the complexion of a vast landscape of Saturday morning cartoons and validating not only the experiences of the darker hued of us, but validating the whole flavor of our cultural experiences as well.

In spite of that sadness, I DO believe that this man that I admired is terribly flawed and has done some awful things and, if true, the pain he has caused is horrific.  I am disappointed.  What he appears to have done is terrible and inexcusable and he should be held accountable.  I hate that at least a part of this narrative will lead to the “this is why we can’t have nice things” sentiment that will wind it’s way through communities of color, albeit at least partially unacknowledged and that his will remain a stained visage.  I hate that this plays on the pernicious stereotype of the black male as the dangerous hyper sexual predator, but what I hate most of all is that the truest victims in this story (in every sense) will likely never see real justice.

Regardless of the number of pop culture posts I see there seems to be zero mention of the fact that none of these victims will likely ever see their day in court, due to arguably antiquated and plainly misogynistic statutes of limitations on rape and sexual assault?  Does anyone see this as anything more than implicit acceptance of a completely unacceptable status quo.  These alleged victims will never ever have to see their alleged perpetrator stand up in court to defend his actions.  They will never see the Jell-O swilling, ubiquitous daddy sweater model of the 80’s have to reflect on and reconcile the pain and destruction he was responsible for in the lives of his victims.  They will never get to have their stories entered into evidence as validated and enumerated proof, building up in a case to (hopefully) once and for all ensure that this source of such horrific actions can never engage in the same action, violating another victim again. 

There are at least some of these alleged accusations, which may no longer be actionable due to a statute of limitations on sexual assault and/or rape.  Murder, by comparison, has no statute of limitations.  In the turbo-scientific CSI-ified criminal-justice world of today how is it that we can reasonably assert that the passing of any length of time justifies letting alleged perpetrators of rape and/or sexual assault remain free to victimize others?  The suffering of all of these victims should not remain in vain.  It is long past time to do something to end the statute of limitations on sexual assault cases.   This is a textbook case of institutional discrimination, against women, perpetrated by a criminal justice system that devalues their lives, their perspectives, their experiences and crimes against their bodies.

Can’t the Cosby victims collective legacy add up to something more meaningful than some cancelled re-runs and the hastening of his transition from an increasingly out of touch has-been to a rarely seen bitter recluse with “no comment”?  Please, someone with more legal knowledge, experience and insight than me, start a petition to change these statutes nationwide (yes, federal) so that I can sign it, and so that hopefully there is no more possibility of ANYONE slinking off into oblivion leaving a path of broken lives behind them.  There is a public window of opportunity now open but it may not be open long.



Tuesday, July 16, 2013


Requiem for a DREAM 
(Why Trayvon Matters so much)



Last night driving home from work I listened to the local right-wing radio jockey stir up anguish in his nearly all white audience on the Trayvon Martin verdict.  I was amazed at the level of bravado with which callers waxed poetic, philosophical and with indignant rage about the primacy of the criminal justice system and the sanctity of “the process”.  I was reminded of a professor of political science many years ago who, in his examination of 20th century political movements shared the idea that: “having an ideology means never having to say you’re sorry.”  These were folks defending a system which produces a dissonance that is simply too loud to ignore; while figuratively standing over the body of a 17 year old boy. Trayvon Martin is just the latest young martyr of institutional racism that will haunt us all until we can look truthfully at the system in which: 

  • While people of color make up about 30 percent of the United States’ population, they account for 60 percent of those imprisoned.
  • According to the Bureau of Justice Statistics, one in three black men can expect to go to prison in their lifetime.
  • Students of color face harsher punishments in school than their white peers, leading to a higher number of youth of color incarcerated.
  • According to recent data by the Department of Education, African American students are arrested far more often than their white classmates.
  • African American youth have higher rates of juvenile incarceration and are more likely to be sentenced to adult prison.
  • As the number of women incarcerated has increased by 800 percent over the last three decades, women of color have been disproportionately represented.
  • The war on drugs has been waged primarily in communities of color where people of color are more likely to receive higher offenses.
  • Once convicted, black offenders receive longer sentences compared to white offenders.
  • Voter laws that prohibit people with felony convictions to vote disproportionately impact men of color.
  • Studies have shown that people of color face disparities in wage trajectory following release from prison.

The system of Justice, which produces this reality, in fact, perpetuates and protects injustice.  But it can only do so with the explicit consent of those that continue to validate it.  Please stop.  To defend these outcomes; to defend this empirical reality is tantamount to defending an explicit doctrine of racial superiority.  For if you defend as “Just” and “Impartial” a system that produces and perpetuates this reality how can you escape the conclusion that these results, which produce such regular disparities, are anything other than a measure of the implicit inferiority of those for whom the systemic results are so negative?

I did not follow the Zimmerman trial closely. The technical aspects of trials are always the key in the process.  I have no problem believing that per the process a jury would find George Zimmerman "not guilty."  I don’t know if he is a racist and I don’t care.  The verdict is the process of a machine which is tainted and which favors the perpetuation of a society in which people of color do not have equal justice.  That system then, is what must change.  I am not simply talking about the criminal justice system, but a comprehensive system of racial superiority which is so embedded that otherwise reasonable people will defend the validity of that system even in the face of overwhelming and consistent empirical evidence of racial bias. 


It’s time to stop.  Yes I am a man of color, and yes I am biased; in favor of my own survival and the survival of my children. I am biased in favor of their ability to be seen and treated as equals.  I am biased in favor of the dreams and aspirations of the students of color that I am privileged to serve, who deserve to be treated every bit as precious and beautiful as the white classmates that they stand beside.  They are all precious and beautiful.  Your criminal justice system is not just to me. The evidence is overwhelming.  People of Color are reacting in response to this verdict to communicate exactly this fact and the empirical evidence has told you this over and over.  We are reaching that incendiary point at which the benign neglect about the continuation of this situation is starting to look more and more like a malicious design.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Doctor, doctor help me please!!!


I am a lifelong fan of loud, passionate and unbridled rock and roll (if you are surprised by this – we have never met). The spirit of this music flows through me like oxygen – I have even been called a bit of a rock snob to boot. As I was driving home with the wife and youngest from the park the other night – Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven” came onto the radio. It immediately struck me how long it had been since I had heard this song. This was a stark contrast to the ubiquity of this song on classic rock radio from my earlier years.

As the song played (I subtly edged up the volume – met with a complete absence of protest), Oscar -my eleven year old- says from the back seat, “I thought that this song was faster.” It occurred to me – somehow miraculous that he had escaped the irresistible temptation to listen to this song over and over the first time he heard it – that I remember so clearly from my own first encounter with this monolith. “Just wait” I responded, and edged up the volume a little more.

The song took over the mood of the car and its wonderful accelerating pace and volume enveloped our imagination and the mood of the moment. The song was wistful and mystical, transcendent and passionate – and the all too familiar path from placid calm to swirling tempest that characterizes this beauty transfixed our ride home. It was perfect. It was rock and roll. It reminded me of why I love that music so much and reminded me of simpler times – when I was not so predisposed to bury my own head in the more complex world of grown up issues and actions. The juxtaposition was captivating. I wondered if this juxtaposition provided any opportunity to reconcile the weird and sometimes deflating character of some of the things happening in our common culture today. I wondered if I might try...

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So here...with a little help from the Greatest Rock and Roll Band of all time...and utilizing the lyrics from what is arguably the greatest rock and roll song of all time (at least the second greatest in my book) is my attempt to soothe my own soul spreading the healing power of rock and roll over the fractures and contusions of some of our clumsy and bruising public discourse.

SATISFACTION– by the Rolling Stones
(as playfully amended...it helps if you actually hear the song in your head)

(transcendent opening guitar lick here....)

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

"In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm and three or more is a congress." ~John Adams

When I'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

"As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. A great many people think they are thinking when they are really rearranging their prejudices." ~William James

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

"America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between" ~Oscar Wilde

When I'm watchin' my TV
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarettes as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

“You can always count on Americans to do the right thing - after they've tried everything else.” ~Winston churchill

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

"The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from old ones." ~John Maynard Keynes

When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
And I'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'Cause you see I'm on losing streak
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what I say

"YOU LIE!" ~Congressman Joe Wilson (R- SC)

I can't get no,
I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction,
no satisfaction,
no satisfaction

"Well, I learned a lot. You'd be surprised. They're all individual countries." ~Ronald Reagan talking to reporters upon his return from Latin America. 12/4/1982

...song fades...

Monday, April 13, 2009

An Exercise in Futili-TEA




If I didn’t love this place and the ideals that I hold dear so much I might just think that what was happening with the political right in the United States was the most beautifully absurd political theatre I had ever seen. It is becoming more and more painful to hear how earnest so many of them are in their hope that what they are calling “Tea Parties” will actually result in anything other than the status quo from a right wing political establishment that is just shy of eating its young to survive. It makes it harder and harder for me to listen to and watch these media vultures perpetrate what seems more and more clearly will be a tragic and shameless exploitation of faith.

If I didn’t care – I might just sit back and watch things happen, but the fact is....I do care. I care about political ideals and a healthy marketplace of ideas. I care about a balance of power and I care about a path with a profound sense of bitterness at the end of the road and it turns my stomach to watch people be lied to and to watch people be used.

So here…addressed to my rank and file adversaries on the right – are my concerns for your political future. You are being swindled! You are being lied to! You are being exploited! And those that are doing this have done it to you before and will continue doing this as long as you let them. I am talking about FOX news, I am talking about Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly and Glenn Beck and…. – and any actual Republican elected official who has the brass juevos to show up at any of your Tea Parties. They will even trot a few pop media whores across the stage to hock their latest wares. Remember when you see them that these geniuses are the EXACT bunch whose strategic wisdom has painted you into a desperate corner in a cold room. Do you need a revolution? Absolutely! But what you need most is a revolution of leadership, ideas and strategies in your own party – or a new party all together.

These shameless weasels are doing their very best to cozy up to the organizers of your Tea-parties to co-opt your outrage and energy and turn it into fundraisers and campaign designs for their own benefit. They WILL be asking you for your money AND your time! They WILL say that you must not advocate an actual revolution; they WILL say that the Republican party needs a major overhaul and just look over there at the ones that need to be exiled! They WILL say that they feel JUST AS ANGRY AS YOU ARE. But they don’t mean a word of it. They are leeches and the blood they are sucking is your credibility.

On Thursday morning, when you have watched yourself on the news and you are settling into the understanding that what I have said is true, there is gonna be a nasty, dirty taste in your mouth and you will feel every bit as used as that lonely character you’ve seen in the romantic tragedies time after time who finally thought that it was true love and finally gave into the pressure and the urges…but ultimately woke up all alone again…and now for the last time!

(Epic and bloody crime spree to follow)…