Friday, October 31, 2008

The Case of the Reverse B

Many of you might have heard of 'The Case of the Reverse B'.
Pittsburgh police say a McCain campaign volunteer made up a story of being robbed, pinned to the ground and having the letter "B" scratched on her face in a politically inspired attack.

Maurita Bryant, the assistant chief of the police department's investigations division, says 20-year-old Ashley Todd is being charged with making a false report to police.

Todd, of College Station, Texas, initially said a black man robbed her at knifepoint Wednesday night and then cut her cheek after seeing a McCain sticker on her car.

Yet another attempt to incite racial tensions based on the commonly held belief that black men make a hobby of molesting white women. What is most amusing in such racial stereotypes is the hypocrisy embedded in them. Reality is the diagonal opposite, and such stereotypes are a means to justify this reality. First there was slavery. Eventually after much pain the blacks found freedom but found themselves completely disenfranchised.

A popular mechanism of disenfranchisement was by poll tax, where a fixed sum needed to be paid for the right to vote. This tax essentially excludes poorer sections of the population. Many of the Southern States employed this technique. It was successfully copied in South Africa as well.

As a result blacks had no political, economic or social leverage whatsoever. Organizations like the Klu Klux Klan routinely lynched them at the slightest lack of subservience. Lack of opportunity lead to poverty, poverty lead to increased crime rates and drug use, and this vicious cycle has in some sense continued to this day.

If one watches a typical Western, one cannot miss the guy with the leather skins and feathers in his head - the American-Indian. He is usually portrayed to be wild, out of control, marauding the nearest gentile town and spreading terror among is denizens. Though there could have been some historical tensions between the two communities, reality couldn't be farther away from this image. Today, American-Indians form a smaller part of the population of the United States than possibly even Indians who have emigrated from Asia. They live in secluded reservations where alchoholism is rife, people are poor and opportunities for education and employment non-existent. It is not entirely clear who marauded whom.

Another incident that comes to my mind is from Indian history. On April 13th 1919, General Reginald Dyer lead a massacre of over a 1000 unarmed Indian civialians over a matter of 10 minutes. This admirable act was performed 'to teach a moral lesson to the Punjab.' After this act, he had to return to the UK, where a 'Sympathy Fund for the Punjab' collected over 26,000 pounds (1919 pounds not 2008 pounts), for his benefit.

Of course, these incidents cannot hold a candle to the biggest hypocrisy of them all. That of Mr Hitler and his friends Mr Goebbels, Mr Eichmann, Mr Goring who incinerated an entire race while accusing them of a litany of crimes.

My friends, beware of racial sterotypes, and when you encounter one, be very clear who is the oppressor and who is the victim :).

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Man Booker Prize

...should be renamed the 'Colonial Hangover Prize'. Whats up with the never ending obsession with the Indian need to find identity in the midst of religious, caste, regional etc. heterogeneity? Is it 'white guilt' on the part of the jury i.e. a sense of colonial ownership/responsibility/moral obligation for having left behind a teeming poverty stricken country with periodic sectarian violence?

Lets make a short list:

Salman Rushdie - Midnight's Children - Bunch of kids (Hindu/Muslim,Rich/Poor,Male/Female) born at midnight on Aug 15th 1947, grow with the nation.

Kiran Desai - Inheritance of Loss - Story of a judge living out his retirement in Kalimpong.

Arundhati Roy - God of Small Things - Mallu twins return home, and the usual culture clash between East and West.

(nominated) Monica Ali - Brick Lane - Bangladeshi making sense of values and culture while living in Great Britain.

(nominated) Rohinton Mistry - Family Matters. Parsi family living it out in Mumbai. Two of his previous books, 'A Fine Balance' and 'Tales from Ferozeshah Bad', are also along the exact same Parsi theme.

This is just a teeny taste. Head back into the 70's and 80's, and we run smack into V.S. Naipaul and Anita Desai.

And now....as a shocking surprise...the winner of the 2008 Booker is...

Aravind Adiga - The White Tiger - Rural low caste peasant is chauffer to a rich big city Indian.

So, you out there wanting to win a Booker Prize, by writing a heart rending story of religious upheaval in the midst of caste bigotry where rural poverty fights big city wealth, you will generate enough guilt in the British jury that the shortlist if not the prize will be yours.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Again goes to reinforce that the key to a good movie is not the gazillion $s sunk into special effects but soul. Kooky characters tied together in a simple identifiable storyline, dealing with day to day situations in their own kooky way create magic. Its a movie about one NY night in the town, where the average-joe heartbroken guy who got dumped by a high and mighty mean heartless shrew vixen virago, gets the sweet super-nice super-pretty super-rich girl who likes him for who he is. Michael Cera in Arrested Development, Superbad and Juno kicked ass, and he is completely on target here as Mr. Average Joe. He typifies the awkward, nerdy, not-so-much-of-a-megadude guy, the guy that your average joe can identify with, but who eventually gets the nice girl, unlike the average joe who by definition is average, and thus does not get the nice girl but the average girl, as if he did not get the average girl but got the nice girl he would no longer be an average joe but an above-average joe, and which means he would no longer identify with Nick and thus would not be part of this discussion, which concludes my long winded point that never seems to end and keeps going on and on and on, gosh this is a long sentence, if it goes on any longer it might be the longest sentence ever, but shit it just ended.

Great nighttime drive arounds of New York, and the music, love it. Really sets the tone for the movie.