7/31/09

Stories from my police day’s ...........the street kings

Warning

cops have a rather flavorful way

Of describing things

So if you are offended by foul language,graphic imagery

Then pass on this one………..i am speaking in tongues………

Testing the waters to see what I can get away with …..lol

All of this talk of bad cops

Reminds me of well good cops

And

not so good cops…………..hell  it reminds me of the good ole days

Anyway

 

Tales from the past

So where was I it was about 1975

I was a 20 year old cop

Yes they dropped the age requirement

back in the day

18

was the law of the land and for a short while

15 was the bar age

At least that how old I was when I started hanging out in night clubs

hey any one remember the scene in Sayerville, NJ

anyway

I Used to want to be cool

And the drink of the day

Was a slow gin fizz

This was when drinking was still fun

20 with a gun

And I wasn’t stupid with it

The academy gives you some sense

we were out of the police academy for  three months

Before one of the nicest guys in the class

Accidently killed himself with his own gun

shot himself in the head

my first cops funeral

Damn true story

But I wasn’t the best shot any way

that’s for sure

So guns and me

I am always leery of them

Even drunk

I love them

but like women

I am just a bit

In awe of them

Anyway

where was I

Proud

macho

I did really well in the police academy

Even though I played my way through it

I spent most of the days in class

Back then I didn’t know I had a

Addd. Yes addd

I couldn’t sit still

So I drew cartoons of everyone in the class

I was never really the best cartoonist

That I freely admit

But I was a asshole

I cracked up the class

And pissed off the proctors

Who were other cops

Superior officers

Anyway I made more than a few

Life long friends in this strange new world

My father loved me being a cop

It was a respectable job

But some where inside me

I always knew that I wouldn’t stay more than 20 years

I always knew this

Anyway

I got out the police academy

It was so long ago

That in my department

We carried 6’

Yes six inch smith and westerns

They were accident

In fact my gun was so messed up

That my partner

And cohort

Actually used his pencil to punch holes

In my target for me

So I could pass the shooting course

Later one of the instructors

Tried to shot my gun

This guy was a master

He couldn’t hit the bull eye with my gun

Turned out my barrel was bent

This instructor and some of the others

Called up my department

And read them the riot act

That gun and its holster

Which was a snap on was dangerous

But this was a time when

You weren’t suing folks

That gun would always want to stay in the car

If you got out too fast

And many a day I would look and find that my

Gun was missing

My heart would pound

I would run to the car

And there it was

Horrors of horrors

Rookie loses his gun

You lose your gun

Or your hat

Which I hated and never wore

And you were done

Ok back to the ranch

Finally we got new guns

With speed loaders

Smith and western

357 Mag

A wonderful strong mean gun

When we finally went to 9 millimeters

Many of us cried

That gun would pick you off

You feet

Sigh

Loved it were was I

Ok

I was a city boy

Working in a small town

A town with lots of dark roads

The big city cops

Would look at us some times

As if we were really cops

Because we were in the burbs

But let me tell you

City cops

Yea they got the numbers

But here

In this town you could have 1/3 of a 10 mile town to yourself

If you got into real trouble

You had be able to fight

Or shoot

Or run like hell

So we small town squirrel chasers

Pound for pound

Were just as tough as any one

We didn’t see as much

But that ok

I am crazy enough anyway

We drank

The police academy

Separates you from

Society in many ways

It makes you a outsider

Detaches you

I have never been to war

But I can imagine on a smaller

Scale male bonding or lack of male bonding

We the other of the day

Piss contest

Manley bores

Some times

And drinking

I would get off the midnight shift

8 clock in the morning

We worked rotating shifts

Means every five days

Day off then you would change

For day shift

To 4-12 shift

To midnight shift

No holidays rookie

Drink to sleep

Coffee to wake

I don’t know how we worked

Like this for so long

But It couldn’t have been healthy

Me if I didn’t go to the bar with the guys

Then I would drink from the bottle of scotch

That I always kept under the front seat of my car

I had no fear of every getting arrested

And even cops wives

Who were meaner crazier

Then the men they married

Were immune to arrest

My ole lady

Could throw down beers with the best of them

Get in her car

And she drove much faster

Than I ever did

Boy my old lady could drive

Better than almost any one

I have even known

But lock her up for drunk driving

Yea right

We were the street kings

I was so wild at one point

So drunk and crazy

That I would hook up with other friends

Who were correction officers

And head for new York

We were so wild

That after a point

We would head to new York after the 4-12 shift

Do you remember new York

In the 1970’s

When the whores would line up near the Holland tunnel

Hookers half naked

When new York was new York

When the village was the village

Anyway we were so wild

That after a while

The new York city detectives

Knew us

They would even drink a beer or take a swing of

The liquor that was always a fixture in my car

Then they would tell us

In that nasty new York accent

Laughing……….but not in the eyes

Ok boys time for you guys to get out of town

Man

I ain't lying

But they would have never arrested us

Beat our asses

Maybe those new York cops

Back in the day were simply

The meanest

Nicest

Best police officers around

Ok back to jersey

Back to work

Bleary eyed

But not alone

About a year into the job

You don’t even have your sea legs yet

Hell I never had any sense of direction

And you had to know every inch of your town

It took me like 3 years to get the town down

Ok longer than that

My stomach used to flip

Where you would get that heart attack call

And you know you had to get there in minutes

Anyway you survive and get over it

Anyway

I remember early one morning

My sergeant called me over

To see some thing

My partner drove me just over the line

Into the next town

Their was a sear store there

And in the parking lot

Their was a car facing in the wrong direction

A convertible

My sergeant was out talking to the sergeant

From the next town

He motioned me over

While I was walking

I was looking at the convertible

When I got close

Enough to the car

I realized

That it wasn’t a convertible

The roof of this car

Was torn off

Now dumbass

Realized that their were three occupants of the car

One was laying on the floor of the back seat

A young kid, blond dead face down

The girl sitting up right in the back seat

With a smashed head

Red like a tomato

My brain froze

And things started moving in slow motion

Anyway finally I looked to the front seat

Where their was a black kid

Probably

18 the driver

I kept looking at him

But my brain couldn’t quite seem to register

What I was seeing

Then it dawned on me

This kid was missing the top of his

He had a ditch where his brain should have been

It took me a minute

No longer than that

Anyway I slowly turned

A bit in shock

And found several guys from two different departments

Watching this rookie

I did the cop thing

I cracked a joke

I don’t remember what it was

But there is a old saying

I know I am not saying it right

But how do you know

When some one is dead

There are seven cops standing around laughing

A cops sense of humor is his greatest armor

Anyway my partner and the sarge

Took met the dinner for breakfast

Every one order scrambled eggs

And they made me order a plate

My partner pour ketchup on my plate

And said eat

They both watched me

And although I had never put ketchup

On my eggs I was suddenly hungry

And I am not dumb

I know what they wanted

But they didn’t know the kid

I could pick up a dead body and eat chips

On their chest

I could sift through any thing offensive and not get sick

Hey why do you think I became a found object artist

That shit don’t get me

But let me tell you a secret

If some one vomits

Near me

Then its on

I will throw up right with them

Right away

My wife used to laugh

For torture she would make me pick

Up my dogs mess

She didn’t mind doing it

But knew how sick it made me

Dog shit

Vomit

But not dead bodies

My partner said

Your ok kid

And I was in

And they wonder why cops are a bit different

Could you imagine seeing this

Over the course of 30 or so years

Can you imagine how and why our soldiers

Come back made

The more I write about cops

The more I want to forgive them

Yup those were the days

And racial profiling

Back in those days

They would beat your ass

And send you home

I remember one night getting into a big fight

At a bar with suspected members of the pagans

Yes we had a biker problem back then

The pagans and I cant remember the other group

Anyway some smart asses

Got their foul asses beat by ohhhhhhhhhh

Some cop

No not me…………so don’t start

Anyway these people came into my police headquarters

And started screaming about harassment

Started yelling about being beaten

My chief back then

Who a certain Irish cop

Called the Mushroom

Because he was at pearl harbor

A scary man when he wanted to be

Kind of like the godfather I kid you not

He pulled out his sapper

You don’t know what that is

Is a lead lined tube

Covered in leather

Can cops still carry these things

Oh they have taster now

The sap was much more affective

Anyway the chief pulled out his sap

And told them to get the fuck

Out of his office

Before he beats the shit out of them

And locks them up

These were bikers

They fled in horror

And the chief almost had to be restrained

If any one had the courage to try that one

Anyway

We got called in

I didn’t do any thing

I swear

And the chief

Yelled at my partner

And punished him by taking

Away his sap

Which he had begun to use more

Frequently than needed

I fear

Anyway that was his punishment

Now get the fuck out of my office

Yes master

This negro is gone

My partner got his sap

Back about a week later

And that was the end of it

I couldn’t be a cop now

Too many rules

Anyway a couple years in the life of

This mad man

Hey this is fun

I miss telling my war stories

And hey most of these guys are dead

So there

And remember

I didn’t do shit

My husband is a snail and I can't whisper

By Catherine Newman

(OPRAH.com) -- Last summer, in the low-tide shallows of Cape Cod, my young son and his best friend hummed a sea snail out of its shell. It's a trick they'd learned from a visiting marine biologist at their school: The children held the shell up to their peachy, softly droning faces and the snail craned its shy neck out to listen. The snail stretched up its tentative little horns and the children smiled back.

Oh, to be humming and gentle! Me? I'd more likely rap on his shell with restless knuckles: "Anybody home in there? Hel-lo?" I'd nag after his soft, hidden self: "Are you even listening to me? Hel-lo?"

Perhaps I'd chide the snail for acting so withdrawn or accuse him of passive aggression. And I'd wonder, hurt, why he didn't reveal more of himself to me.

There may be much to recommend fierceness as a style of devotion -- what with its hunger and bared teeth, its constant crescendo of connecting -- but patience is a virtue, and I am not virtuous. Silence is golden, and I am not golden. Fools rush in, and, oh, I can be such a fool.

The surest way to intimacy is to turn myself into a kind of whining, boring power tool. I trust I'm correct in my approach here. "What are you thinking? Why did you say that? What did you really mean? Then why did you put your fingers to your forehead like that? Yes, you did." The trick is to locate tiny, remote pockets of privacy and then drill at them -- zjh zjh zjhhhh -- like they're abscesses. The trick is to express love the way a cuckoo clock expresses time. Oprah.com: The most useful communication technique of all time

I have lived with him for 17 years. For 17 years, his dark hair has fallen into his dark eyes. Even now I might catch sight of him at a party and catch my breath because for a second I'm not even sure who he is. "Who is that gorgeous hunk of... Oh! It's my husband!"

He's the kind of person who picks you up from the airport, makes you a cup of tea, and listens while you talk about your feelings, his eyebrows raised in baffled alarm.

He's the kind of person whose affection is a wide and bottomless sea, only the water's maybe not as salty as you thought it was going to be. When he cares daily for our children and me -- lunch, bad dreams, the to-and-fro of car trips and conversation -- I remember the relationship between "tend" and "tender." His heart is a string of mild, sunny days.

And I have loved him like a hurricane. I have loved him like a scalpel. I have loved him like poison ivy on the dog's paws, like a rock in his shoe, like chewing gum stuck under the table of his heart.

Every day for 17 years I have been Columbus sailing up to the continent of his being, and every day for 17 years I have tried to plant my flag on its beach. Some days the gentle people living there have grinned, turned their hands palm up, and offered me unspeakable treasures. Other days, when it seems clear that what I'm spreading is nonnative vegetation and disease, they've chased me away with canoe paddles; they've even suggested to me, through gestures and grimacing, that colonizing might be a funny way to express one's love. Indeed, it might be. Oprah.com: How to really get through to him

He is pressed flat up against the wall of our marriage, and still I'm saying, "Come closer, my darling." But there's no room for him to move, and I'm actually crushing his rib cage a little bit. It's not a Venus/Mars situation as much as an astronaut/moon one. "What's with your whacked-out gravitational field?" I'm asking. "Why are you so far away?"

I want to look at the photo albums from when we were young, from when we were first in love, from when the children were babies. I want him to say, "These photographs fill my heart with a thousand white and flying doves of nostalgia."

And he does, in a way, but the words are about a lamp we once had or a canyon we camped near or the grunting baritone goose impersonation I did while I labored with our firstborn.

He does not talk much about his mother's catastrophically short life, but he might remember suddenly the way she cooked zucchini. He is no fountain spraying silver arcs of feelings into the air, but he's a cupful of snow, and if I'm thirsty, I'd do better to thaw it with my breath than continue to curse the cold. Oprah.com: Take a peek inside the male brain

But sometimes I rail against his otherness as if it were a cage or the tiger in it or one of those wedding sheets with a hole sliced into it for intercourse. When really what I know is this: To chip away at difference is to make the mistake of a lifetime.

You think you want him to serenade you with all your favorite songs -- and you do, of course -- but what you really want is to lie in bed and listen to the love of your life strumming the guitar, singing softly to himself when he thinks everybody's asleep. You think you want the topiary trimmed neatly into the shape of a husband, when what you really want is that wild and sheltering maple, all dappled starlight, its helicopter-seedpods fluttering down in the breeze.

Two identical flints lying side by side in the dark are not exactly going to make a spark now, are they?

For some reason, I am best able to value this -- the difference and distance between two minds -- when the person I'm talking to is a child. In the car, with K.D. Lang on, for example, I say aloud, "Her voice always sounds like something liquid and smooth -- it makes me picture a river of heavy cream rippling down a mountain," and my son says, "I know exactly what you mean. Whenever you talk about time? About this o'clock or that o'clock? I think about lemons." I turn my face to look at him, and he smiles, all mystery and light. Who knew?

Another person is like a geode lined with hidden glittering. On a clear day, I understand this: The crystals wink out at me here and there, and I am filled with gratitude for the unseen. On a foggy day, I wonder about taking a hammer to it, cracking it into a million pieces to get a better look.

Come New Year's Eve, I lie with an ear to his bare chest, talking. I'm talking about my resolution to talk less. I want to listen, accept, and cherish. I'm not a child on the beach, as sweet and sparkling with sand as a sugared pastry, but I'm thinking about the kids with their snail and I'm vowing patience.

"What about you?" I say, when I am nearly done talking, "What's your resolution?"

There's a moment of silence, his strong arms around my back, before he says, "You know when you tear off a piece of floss that's really too short to use but you don't want to waste it so you use it anyways? I'm just going to throw it away and start with a fresh piece. I'm not even going to struggle with it."

I lift my face to look at him, and he smiles and winks. Then he ducks his inscrutable head to kiss me on the mouth.

By Catherine Newman O, The Oprah Magazine © 2009

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Study: Redheads' extra pain may cause fear of dentists

CNN) -- Despite two injections of anesthetic, Amy Anderson felt like her dentist was jamming rods into her tooth during a root canal. She writhed in pain as her infected tooth was hollowed with a drill, its nerve amputated, and then sealed.

"I knew this time something was wrong. I could feel my lips," said the Syracuse, New York, resident, who told her dentist the drugs weren't working.

Her doctor kept assuring her she had given her a proper dose and said: "I'm almost done."

"I was hurting so bad, I was hitting myself in the stomach," said Anderson, a redhead. "I almost wanted to hit her."

Studies have indicated that redheads may be more sensitive to pain and may need more anesthetics to numb them.

New research published in this month's Journal of American Dental Association found that painful experiences at the dentist might cause more anxiety for men and women with red hair, who were twice as likely to avoid dental care than people with dark hair.

"Redheads are sensitive to pain," said Dr. Daniel Sessler, an Outcomes Research Department chair at The Cleveland Clinic, in Cleveland, Ohio, who is one of the authors.

"They require more generalized anesthesia, localized anesthesia. The conventional doses fail. They have bad experiences at the dentist and because of the bad experiences, they could avoid dental care."

Sessler, an anesthesiologist, began studying redheads' sensitivity to pain after hearing chatter from colleagues.

"The persistent rumor in the anesthesia community was that redheads were difficult to anesthetize," Sessler said. "They didn't go under, had a lot of pain, didn't respond well to anesthesia. Urban legends usually don't start studies, but it was such an intriguing observation."

This led to two studies. In 2004, research showed that people withred hair need 20 percent more general anesthesia than blonds and brunettes.

A 2005 study indicated that redheads are more sensitive to thermal pain and are more resistant to the effects of local anesthesia.

Researchers believe variants of the melanocortin-1 receptor gene play a role. This MC1R gene produces melanin, which gives skin, hair and eyes their color.

While blond, brown and black-haired people produce melanin, those with red hair have a mutation of this receptor. It produces a different coloring called pheomelanin, which results in freckles, fair skin and ginger hair. About 5 percent of whites are estimated to have these characteristics.

While the relationship between MC1R and pain sensitivity is not entirely understood, researchers have found MC1R receptors in the brain and some of them are known to influence pain sensitivity.

Non-redheads can also carry a variant of the MC1R gene. In this dental study that had 144 participants, about a quarter of the non-redheads had variants of the MC1R gene. These people also experienced heightened anxiety and avoided dental care compared with others who did not have the variant.

There is no commercial test available for variations of the MC1R gene.

After Sessler and his colleagues published the first studies about redheads and pain susceptibility, he received nearly 100 e-mails from redheads around the country who complained of terrible experiences at the dentist's office.

Dr. Christine Binkley, an associate professor at the University of Louisville's School of Dentistry, in Kentucky, also observed the same phenomenon in her 25 years of practice.

Her redheaded patients seemed "anxious and didn't get numb. It's a difficult experience for them," said Binkley, one of the study's authors.

But this doesn't seem to affect all people with red hair.

"I have a [redheaded] hygienist that I have to numb up a lot more than normal, " said Dr. Peter Vanstrom, an Atlanta, Georgia, dentist. "She's very sensitive. I have another redheaded patient who is tough as nails, but his father is extremely difficult to numb."

Binkley said the best tip for dentists is to "pay more attention, evaluate everyone for dental anxiety, and ask them about previous experiences."

"If you know someone's anxious, do different things," she said. "Make sure they're numb before you start working on them."

Patients who've had bad experiences with pain should inform their dentists.

The next phase of research is to evaluate whether more anesthesia is needed for people with red hair and those with variants of the MCR1 gene for dental procedures.

The authors say an unpleasant incident -- much like the one Anderson had this January -- could cause patients to postpone dental care and exacerbate any problems they might have.

Anderson got a root canal because she dreaded the dentist after a bad experience of getting cavity fillings. Inevitably, Anderson has to return to her dentist to follow up on her root canal and this fills her withapprehension.

"I have wicked dread of the dentist," she said. "I was up for two hours in the middle of the night because of the dentist."

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Is the ocean Florida's untapped energy source?

By Azadeh Ansari
CNN

(CNN) -- The answer to easing the energy crunch in one of the nation's most populous states could lie underwater.

Imagine if your utility company could harness the ocean's current to power your house, cool your office, even charge your car.

Researchers at Florida Atlantic University are in the early stages of turning that idea into reality in the powerful Gulf Stream off the state's eastern shore.

"If you can take an engine and put it on the back of a boat or propel a ship through water, why not take a look at the strength of the Gulf Stream and determine if that can actually turn a device and create energy?" asked Sue Skemp, executive director at Florida Atlantic University's Center for Ocean Energy Technology.

The demand for energy in Florida -- the fourth most populous state, with an estimated 19 million residents -- is quickly outpacing the capacity to create it, according to experts. VideoWatch how the proposed ocean turbines would work »

"Right now in Florida, we are at the cusp of an energy crisis. Our energy demand keeps growing," said Frederick Driscoll, director of Florida Atlantic University's Center of Excellence in Ocean Energy Technology.

Beginning in the Caribbean and ending in the upper-North Atlantic, the Gulf Stream lies on the eastern shore of Florida.

Its powerful currents have been used by many fishermen, sailors and explorers to expedite their passage in the Atlantic north and east to Europe, but scientists say the energy within its currents could propel Florida out of its potential energy crisis, powering 3 million to 7 million Florida homes -- or supplying the state with one-third of its electricity.

"The predictions at this point estimate that the strength of the Gulf Stream could generate anywhere between four to 10 gigawatts of power, the equivalent of four to 10 nuclear power plants," said Skemp.

"The Gulf Stream is the strongest current in the world, so we want to harness our greatest resource. It's renewable, emission free and reliable," said Jeremy Susac, executive director of the Florida Energy and Climate Commission.

At the university's Center for Ocean Energy Technology in Boca Raton, Florida, ocean engineers are working with marine, environmental and material scientists to develop cost-competitive technologies to commercialize the energy within the Gulf Stream.

Though it has been considered for more than a century, harnessing the energy of the Gulf Stream is no easy task, and no sustainable system has been implemented.

"First we have to do a resource assessment and understand how much energy is in the Gulf Stream current on a minute-to-minute, day-to-day, hour-to-hour and yearly basis," said Driscoll.

In April, researchers at the center deployed four acoustic Doppler current profilers in the Atlantic off the east coast of Florida.

Using high frequency, low-power sonar, these large orange ball-shaped objects measure the speed of the ocean currents.

"We are looking at how much energy we can safely extract -- what is the sensitivity of extraction versus the environmental effects?" said Driscoll.

The vision for the pilot program is to develop and test a 20-kilowatt underwater turbine by spring 2010.

Sound familiar?

The concept behind underwater turbines is similar to that of wind turbines on land.

As water flows by the turbine, it turns a rotor blade. As the rotor blade turns, energy is generated.

That energy can be transmitted from a generator inside the turbine to electrical conducting cables, where it's captured, harnessed and distributed for future use.

Researchers also are looking at ways to use the electricity that is generated underwater to generate and store hydrogen in the ocean. The hydrogen could be used to fuel clean-running cars and trucks.

"Because it's such a new endeavor, there's a lot of knowledge gaps not only in terms of the technology side but also on the ecological side of things," said Driscoll.

Completely reliant

Florida is completely reliant on out-of-state fuel sources (coal and natural gas), but generates more than 90 percent of its own electricity, according to the Florida Energy and Climate Commission. It ranks third nationally in total energy consumption.

So how much will this endeavor cost? And what kind of impacts will it have on the local marine environment?

"Those are the questions we don't have answers to," said Skemp.

There are some hurdles that need to be cleared before the technology can get approval and become commercially available.

"This area is so new, we're still finding out what needs to be done," said Skemp.

"It's not like an established industry, like the aerospace industry or the automotive industry or others, where you have models which you could base cost on," added Skemp.

So far, the state of Florida has allocated $13.75 million in grants toward research and development of the pilot project, but the cost to implement the project on a large scale could be much higher.

Before a project like this can go forward, the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission will have to look at a whole range of factors, from the effects it will have on wild and marine life to recreation activities and shipping, said an environmental specialist with the commission.

If the pilot program is successful, it could take another five to 10 years before the technology can be implemented.

The Gulf Stream is something that has been taken for granted, said Skemp.

"The Gulf Stream is on 24/7. It's flowing 365 days a year, so it's a continuous source of energy."

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the diary of a old negro a cop blast from the past

More cop stories

Look being a cop

in the 1970’and 80’s was a hoot

Before I rant and rave any more about Gates

And I do think

that this was a case of both parties over reacting

But I do think that cops that in most cases

Any cop can out think average Joe

We cops used to say that

we know what's best for them

meaning the public

When I became a cop

It was after Vietnam

So the guys I worked with were

Men

I say that in a great way

Men, many had served in Nam

And they were the best of us

They were hard to anger

And even though this was the 1970’s

And even thou this was a mostly white town

I can honestly say that most of these guys

Treated people fairly

These guys didn’t bust your balls

unless you busted their

And their was something about these old time cops

That were much more human and fun

I remember the days when a cop could do no wrong

When a cop would stand up to the death

for another cop

When

And even though I was black

I still was blue

And I could go anywhere

New York anyway where

And other cops would afford me

the umbrella of brotherhood

It was a amazing feeling

I am a loner in many ways

any way

I am artist

so I always was a bit alone

But these guys in the old days

Would sell their souls for ya

And that’s how it should be

It has changed now

To many unbelievers

I was proud to be a cop

I am still proud that

I had been a cop

And let me tell you little secret

Once a cop always a cop

I still live my life as a cop

I stay out of trouble

I patrol my neighborhood

I have stepped in many times to protect a person

My interviewing skills

Knowledge of people places and things

Has only increased with age

And on 911

When they bombed that tower

The first thing I did

Was went and got out my old uniform

I squeezed

my fast ass into that uniform

I broke out my shotguns

My pistols

And my ammo

Laid it all on my bed

I figured we were at war

So I was ready

police uniform and all

I was a soldier a cop

Ready to wage war on my street

If need be

Terrorist my ass

I would snipe those fucks

with the best of them

Were they to walk into my land

Into my town

Anyway

As let clarify things

As much as I bitch about

Cops and America

When the shit hits the fan

I know where I stand

I have had dinners with every one

from the dali lama

To Desmond tutu

to Bill Clinton

I have set at different table

with new York finest

artist,educators and politicians

I have

Dined in north Carolina

with the Winston family

And the Haines underwear

clan

But let me tell you

Give me a sub

Or a hamburger

a good coffee

and a donut

And I am in my real element

I still like real folks

I never have written about my police days

And in many way

I was not a ideal cop

I rebelled against the department

Against my peers

And against myself

I always had too much mouth

Too much mind

And too much emotion

But it was all worth it

Because

Being a cop

has provided me better insight

into people

And into my art

I wouldn’t be where I am in the art world

Were it not for the people skills that I developed as a cop

I sometimes wish I could go back to those days

And be the cop I could have been

But maybe I am now the cop I should have been

In any case

There are bad cops

no shit

There are bad people in

General

No shit

And I do admit that the cops of my time

Were better than the new breed

Sorry they just are

They were as I said before

men

Shaped by a different world

One where you paid your dues in the hood

Or in the field

Or in the theater of war

These men

And their lives

were more

Anyway

Had to clear things up

Before you guys think that I hate cops

I love cops

Just like I love my country

That’s why when some thing goes wrong I bitch

It just means I care

7/29/09

Hub cop used racial slurs.........what........ post racial article..........with kevins two cents

If you want to see the full article click on link

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By Jessica Van Sack  |   Wednesday, July 29, 2009  |  http://www.bostonherald.com  |  Local Coverage

other wise, i have disected the article, Hub cop used racial slur.............

Kevin says"

mcdaniel

Happy birthday Abe.....you are just in time to see

how much things have changed

abe

A Boston police officer allegedly sent a mass e-mail using a disgraceful racial slur in referring to Harvard University professor Henry Louis Gates Jr., prompting the commissioner to move immediately to fire the cop, the Herald has learned.

Kevin:

Wow that was brave of him.............

Boston were  do i know boston from

consturction workers , attaking blacks

oh that was a long time ago

people have changed

Officer Justin Barrett, 36, a two-year veteran assigned to District B-3, was placed on administrative leave pending a termination hearing yesterday afternoon. When a supervisor confronted Barrett about the e-mail - in which he called Gates a “jungle monkey” - he admitted to being the author, according to officials.

kevin says

cover3

2 year veteran i thought it was five years, two years aint shit.

Jungle bunny thats what they called black when i became a cop in 1972

its amazing how much those sensitivity courses have helped elimante racim

hey has any one ever  been to a cop school

I went to like a hundred

expert, 40 hours course i bet,

drinking

cursing, then studing for the test

hey they still give you the answers

oh that must have changed too

where was I

Police Commissioner Edward Davis immediately stripped the cop of his gun and badge, according to officials. Barrett, who could not immediately be reached, has no prior disciplinary history.

kevin says:

tatt.9

Hey they used to take mine too when i drank too much

wow, amazing

hamburger-hill_l

Barrett is also a member of the National Guard, a source said, and the e-mail was sent anonymously to his fellow guard members and the Boston Globe. It was unclear whether the scurrilous missive was sent to members of Boston police as well.

 

Kevin says I bet they were shocked, these national guards men and cops

3 rednecks 

 

“There is no room on the department for someone who uses those words,” said Boston police spokeswoman Elaine Driscoll, who declined to provide the specific text of the letter.

Kevin says let me help you out

no ill show you what the letter meant

commish

confed

 

Gates, a preeminent black scholar, was arrested at his Cambridge home July 16 by a white Cambridge cop, triggering a national debate on race that reached all the way to the White House. Gates, 58, and the officer, Sgt. James Crowley, 42, are scheduled to hash out their differences over beers at the White House tomorrow evening. The meeting is being hosted by President Obama, who became embroiled in the controversy when he said, “Cambridge police acted stupidly” in arresting Gates.

Kevin says: I dont know my flag is a bit different than the one above,..............

 

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For GOP, A Southern Exposure

CoVER STORY

image Republican strength in the South has both compensated for and masked the extent of the party's decline elsewhere.

Saturday, May 23, 2009
by Ronald Brownstein

Interactive ChartSouthernization Of The GOP

Founded in the decade before the Civil War as the Northern voice of union, the Republican Party today is more electorally dependent on the South than at any point in its past.

In the House and Senate, nearly half of all Republicans were elected from that region, defined as the 11 states of the Confederacy, plus Kentucky and Oklahoma. In each chamber, Southerners are a larger share of the Republican caucus than ever before. Similarly, beginning with the 1992 presidential election, the South has provided at least 59 percent of the Electoral College votes won by the GOP nominee, including by George W. Bush in his 2000 and 2004 victories. That percentage is nearly double the South's share of all Electoral College votes and by far the most that GOP presidential nominees have relied on the region over any sustained period.

Republican strength in the South has both compensated for and masked the extent of the GOP's decline elsewhere. By several key measures, the party is now weaker outside the South than at any time since the Depression; in some ways, it is weaker than ever before.

Today the GOP holds a smaller share of non-Southern seats in the House and Senate than at any other point in its history except the apex of President Franklin D. Roosevelt's popularity during the early days of the New Deal. What is perhaps even more dramatic is that Republicans in the past five presidential elections have won a smaller share of the Electoral College votes available outside of the South than in any other five-election sequence since the party's formation in 1854. Likewise, since 1992, Republican presidential nominees have won a smaller share of the cumulative popular vote outside of the South than in any other five-election sequence since the party's founding, including the five consecutive elections won by Roosevelt and Harry Truman (1932 to 1948).

The Republican domination of the South "looked great when we were holding on to our Northeastern and Midwestern seats and continuing to sweep the South," said Whit Ayres, a GOP pollster who specializes in Southern races. "The challenge arises when the rest of the country says, 'I don't believe the same things,' or 'I don't admire the same candidates,' as the South does."

Since Bush's re-election in 2004, the GOP has lost ground electorally in the South and the rest of the nation. But the erosion has been much more severe outside the South. That dynamic has threatened Republicans with a spiral of concentration and contraction. Because the party has lost so much ground elsewhere, the South represents an increasing share of what remains -- both in Congress and in its electoral coalition. The party's increasing identification with staunch Southern economic and social conservatism, however, may be accelerating its decline in more-moderate-to-liberal areas of the country, including the Northeast and the West Coast. "Many of the things they have done to become the dominant party in the South have caused them to be less successful in other places," said veteran Democratic strategist Bill Carrick, a South Carolina native.

These intertwined trends -- the Republican Party's growing reliance on the South and the erosion of its strength elsewhere, particularly along the coasts -- have prompted some unusually public soul-searching within the GOP about whether the party has grown too defined by the unflinchingly conservative priorities of its most loyal region. Although the GOP congressional leadership includes more non-Southerners than it did in the 1990s, much of the party's most militant opposition to President Obama has come from Southern leaders, such as South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford and Texas Gov. Rick Perry. The Texan even raised the possibility of secession in response to Obama's initiatives.

In the view of former Rep. Charles Bass, R-N.H., who was defeated in 2006, "The current crisis of the Republican Party is whether it wants to be a regional party or whether it can try to expand ideologically and appeal to other regions."

Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour, a former Republican National Committee chairman, argues that the election of Republican governors in New England, the Midwest, and California refutes the idea that the GOP is becoming excessively Southern. "If it wasn't for the governors, it would be more of a danger, more of an issue," Barbour said. "When I became a Republican in 1968, we were not a national party. We weren't competitive in a lot of the South. And you don't want to ever get as a party where you are not competitive in any area of the country."

Although not as severe, the regional challenges now confronting the GOP resemble those that Democrats faced in the first decades of the 20th century, when Republicans dominated Congress and the White House. From 1896 until Franklin Roosevelt's election in 1932, the Solid South, which still rejected Republicans as the perpetrators of "Northern aggression" in the Civil War, provided the sole regional base for the depleted Democrats. But throughout much of that period, the Democrats' pervasive identification with the South made it harder for them to loosen the Republicans' commanding grip on the rest of the country. In those years of Democratic decline, "the South was the majority faction in a minority party," notes Emory University political scientist Merle Black, co-author of the 2002 book The Rise of Southern Republicans. "And now it looks like the Southerners are becoming close to a majority faction in a minority Republican Party."

Presidential Balloting

For seven decades after the end of Reconstruction, Republicans were pariahs in Southern politics. From 1880 through 1948, Republican presidential nominees did not win a single state in the Old Confederacy, except Tennessee in 1920 and Florida, North Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, and Virginia in 1928, when Democrats nominated Northern Catholic Al Smith. Over that long period, the only other Southern states that Republicans carried were in the outer South: Kentucky in 1896, 1924, and 1928; Oklahoma in 1920 and 1928.

In terms of presidential politics, Republicans made their first inroads into the South from 1952 to 1964, when Dwight Eisenhower, Richard Nixon, and Barry Goldwater each won five to seven states there. After the Democratic-controlled Congress joined with Democratic President Johnson to end state-sponsored segregation by enacting the Civil Rights Act of 1964, the traditional Southern Democratic coalition shattered. In 1968, Democratic presidential nominee Hubert Humphrey won only one Southern state, Texas; Nixon carried seven; and former Gov. George Wallace of Alabama, a segregationist running as an independent, carried the other five.

Since then, Republican presidential nominees have dominated the South. In the five elections from 1972 to 1988, Republicans won all of the South's electoral votes three times (1972, 1984, and 1988) and more than 90 percent of them in 1980. During that period, the only Democrat to win a majority of Southern Electoral College votes was former Georgia Gov. Jimmy Carter in 1976.

From 1972 to 1988, Republicans ran nearly as well outside the South as they did in the South. In three of that period's five presidential elections (1972, 1980, and 1984), the Republican nominee won at least 90 percent of the non-Southern Electoral College votes. Likewise, the party's nominee won almost three-fourths of them in 1988 and nearly three-fifths of them in 1976.

Beginning in 1992, the GOP's fortunes in the South and the non-South diverged. Since then, the GOP has remained strong in the South. Even as Arkansas's Bill Clinton was twice winning the White House for the Democrats, the GOP won about two-thirds of the region's Electoral College votes. In 2000 and 2004, Texan George Bush won all of the South's Electoral College votes, even though his first race was against a fellow Southerner, Al Gore of Tennessee. In 2008, Democrat Barack Obama made potentially significant inroads into the region by capturing Florida, North Carolina, and Virginia -- Southern states influenced by outside migration -- but Republican John McCain still won two-thirds of Southern Electoral College votes.

Elsewhere, though, the GOP's presidential performance has tumbled in recent election cycles. Democrats have won at least two-thirds of the Electoral College votes outside the South in each of the past five elections. Even Bush won only about 30 percent of the non-Southern Electoral College votes in 2000 and again in 2004.

In all, across these past five presidential elections, Republicans have won an average of only 21.1 percent of the Electoral College votes at stake outside the South. That's less than the 22.7 percent of the non-Southern Electoral College votes they captured in the five elections from 1932 through 1948. In fact, as noted above, from 1992 through 2008, the GOP won a smaller share of non-Southern Electoral College votes than it did during any other five-election sequence since the party picked John C. Fremont as its first presidential nominee in 1856.

As the Republican Party weakened elsewhere from 1992 to 2008, the 13 Southern states provided 59 to 69 percent of all the Electoral College votes won by its presidential nominees. Only once before had the region provided more than 36 percent of the party's Electoral College votes. The exception was in 1964, when five Southern states were the only places Barry Goldwater won outside of his native Arizona.

The story is similar with the presidential popular vote. For many decades after Reconstruction, the GOP was annihilated in the South: None of its nominees, for instance, exceeded 30.1 percent against FDR or Truman. But the party established a Southern beachhead from 1952 through 1964 (winning just under half of the region's votes) and raced past the Democrats after Wallace's insurgency.

In all 10 elections from 1972 through 2008, the GOP presidential nominee outpolled the Democratic nominee in the South, except in 1976 when native son Carter beat Gerald Ford in the region, according to calculations performed for National Journal by Polidata, a political data analysis firm. In seven of these 10 elections, the Republican nominee won an absolute majority of Southern votes -- four times reaching at least 57 percent. As he did in the Electoral College, Obama made inroads in last November's popular vote: He won 46 percent of Southern votes, more than any other Democrat since 1976 except for President Clinton in 1996. Even so, McCain drew a solid 53 percent of the region's votes.

From 1972 through 1988, the Republican nominee also carried the non-Southern popular vote each time, according to Polidata. In 1992, however, the South and non-South diverged once again. Starting that year, the Democratic nominee has outpolled his Republican rival in the non-Southern states each time. And the Republican nominee has exceeded 45 percent of the popular vote in the non-South only in 2004, when Bush won re-election while attracting almost 48 percent. In 2008, Obama crushed McCain outside the South, receiving 56 percent to his rival's 42 percent, Polidata found. That 14-point difference was the third-widest margin of victory ever for a Democrat over a Republican in the non-Southern states. Only Johnson in 1964 and Roosevelt in 1936 exceeded it.

Overall, Republicans won just 41.9 percent of the cumulative presidential popular vote outside of the South from 1992 through 2008, the Polidata calculations show. That was a stunning drop from their average of 53.3 percent in the non-South from 1972 through 1988. It was also less than the 45 percent of the popular vote that the GOP won in the non-Southern states during the five elections of the FDR-Truman era, a halcyon time for the Democratic Party.

Like the GOP's showing in the Electoral College, the Republican popular-vote tally outside of the South since 1992 is, in fact, the party's worst performance for any five-election sequence since its founding. The last time either party fared so poorly outside the South over five elections was 1916 through 1932, when the Democrats won only 40 percent of the non-Southern cumulative popular vote. The Republican total was low in 1992 and 1996 in part because independent candidate Ross Perot siphoned off votes from both major-party nominees. But third-party candidates split the vote in earlier periods, too. And even considering only the votes for major-party candidates, the Republican average in the non-Southern states from 1992 through 2008 is the party's worst showing ever over any five-election sequence.

A Similar Pattern On The Hill

Republicans were just as marginalized in Southern congressional contests as they were in the region's presidential races for many decades after Reconstruction. From 1900 through 1960, Republicans held more than 10 percent of the South's House seats in only three Congresses. In the Senate, between 1878 and 1960, the GOP only once -- in 1924 -- held more than two of the region's 26 seats. In the 20th century, Republicans did not elect a senator from the Old Confederacy until John Tower won the Texas seat that Lyndon Johnson vacated in 1961.

In both chambers, Southern Republicans started advancing in the early 1960s. Their gains accelerated over the next quarter-century, as a powerful constellation of issues -- including school busing and civil rights, abortion, gun control, gay rights, taxes, and national security -- drove legions of conservative white Southerners from the Democratic Party to the Republican Party.

The Republican share of Southern House seats doubled from 7.5 percent in 1960 to 15 percent in 1964, crossed 30 percent in Richard Nixon's 1972 landslide, and reached 36 percent when Ronald Reagan routed Jimmy Carter in 1980. Dixie Democrats largely held their ground for the next decade, but in 1994, the backlash against Clinton's chaotic first two years allowed Republicans to win a majority of Southern House seats for the first time since 1868.

The GOP's Southern progress in the Senate followed a similar track. The party grew from three seats in 1962 to 10 in 1972 and 12 during President Reagan's first term, before losing some ground later in the 1980s. The 1994 Republican surge then lifted the number to 16, giving the GOP its first majority of the South's Senate seats since 1872.

After the 1994 election, Republicans controlled a majority of House seats not only in the South but also in the non-South (about 53 percent in each case). Holding House majorities both inside and outside the South was another post-Reconstruction first for the party, Merle and Earl Black noted in The Rise of Southern Republicans. Following the 1994 election, Republicans also controlled most Southern Senate seats and exactly half of non-Southern seats.

In a pattern similar to the presidential balloting, the GOP's experiences in the South and the non-South diverged after 1994. The party has remained strong across the South. From 1996 through 2004, Republicans controlled at least 17 Southern Senate seats (peaking at 21 seats) and consistently won about three-fifths of Southern House seats. In both chambers, Republicans have surrendered some Southern seats since 2006 because of the public's widespread disillusionment with Bush's performance. (Most notably, Democrats have gained 11 Southern House seats.) But, the GOP still holds 56 percent of the region's House seats and 19 of its 26 Senate seats. Outside the South, though, the GOP's position has sharply deteriorated. In the House, the party's non-Southern majority held for only two years, falling to 49 percent in 1996. Through 2004, the party retained control of nearly half of non-Southern House seats. The bottom fell out in 2006. Over the past two elections, the GOP share of non-Southern House seats has plunged to just 33.5 percent. Only twice in the party's history has it controlled a smaller share of House seats outside the South -- after the 1934 and 1936 elections at the height of FDR's popularity.

The GOP has followed a similar downward trajectory in the Senate. Republicans held exactly half of the chamber's 74 non-Southern seats from 1994 through 1998, but their share fell to around 45 percent during Bush's first term. After sharp losses in 2006 and 2008, the Republican share of non-Southern seats has dwindled to around 28 percent (counting Pennsylvania's Arlen Specter as a Democrat). That is the smallest percentage of non-Southern Senate seats controlled by Republicans, except after the 1936 FDR re-election landslide that reduced the GOP to its modern low point in Congress.

The Republicans' Southern advance has steadily tilted the balance of power in the congressional GOP toward the region. With only a single exception, the share of the House Republican Conference from the 13 Southern states has increased in every Congress since 1960. (Only the Congress elected in 1986 broke the pattern.) The progression hasn't been quite as linear in the Senate, but even there the South tripled its share of Republican seats from 9 percent in 1962 to 28 percent in 1992, before rising steadily to about one-third in 2000.

The party's losses in other regions during George W. Bush's second term shifted the balance even more sharply toward the South. In the House, the share of Southern members in the Republican caucus jumped from about 37 percent in 2000 to 45 percent now; in the Senate, the South's share spiked from 34 percent in 2000 to 48 percent now (19 of 40 members). In both chambers, the Republican conference is now considerably more concentrated in the South than ever before. These percentages far exceed the contribution of the 13 Southern states to Congress's overall makeup (about one-fourth of the Senate and one-third of the House). They also represent the biggest Southern tilt in either party since Dixie provided a comparable share of House and Senate Democrats in the mid-1950s.

Pulled To The Right

From Reconstruction through the modern civil-rights era, a consuming -- and often insurmountable -- challenge for Democratic leaders was reconciling the priorities of a solidly conservative South with the views of the party's supporters elsewhere. Republicans today face a similar test. Over the past 50 years, with the decline of the party's moderate wing, the GOP's center of gravity has shifted to the right. But more often than not, the South still defines the party's right flank.

Southern House Republicans, for instance, have overwhelmingly opposed Obama, even on the handful of issues where he's made inroads among GOP legislators from other regions. Nearly one-third of House Republicans from outside of the South supported expanding the State Children's Health Insurance Program, but only one-tenth of Southern House Republicans did so. Likewise, just 5 percent of Southern House Republicans supported the bill expanding the national service program, compared with 22 percent of Republicans from other states. (In the Senate this year, there's no such gap between Southern and non-Southern Republicans. Few moderates from any region remain in the Republican Conference.)

Overall, the GOP's congressional leadership is more regionally diverse than it was in the 1990s, when it was dominated by Newt Gingrich of Georgia, Dick Armey of Texas, Trent Lott of Mississippi, and other Southerners. But in Congress and beyond, Southern Republicans have frequently led the resistance to Obama, heatedly denouncing his initiatives. Sen. Jim DeMint, R-S.C., has described Obama as "the world's best salesman of socialism." Southern governors such as Sanford, Barbour, and Louisiana's Bobby Jindal headlined the Republican opposition to Obama's stimulus plan, condemning it as a federal intrusion into states' rights and even rejecting some funding. Texas Gov. Perry trumped them all for provocative positioning when he suggested in April that Obama's plans were so onerous they might prompt Texans to consider trying again to secede. Perry no doubt was trying to consolidate conservative support heading into his gubernatorial primary next year, not launch a genuine secessionist movement. But his inflammatory language, which ignited an inevitable cable television and blog conflagration, dramatized the extent to which Southern voices now define a Republican Party explicitly formed in the North as a counterpoint to Southern political influence.

Interactive ChartSouthernization Of The GOP

Carrick, like many other Democratic strategists, believes that these ideologically assertive Southern Republicans are hurting the GOP's appeal elsewhere, particularly because cable television has made each party's leaders more visible than a generation ago. "It makes them look... extreme and that they are engaged in partisan political fights that are irrelevant to achieving success," Carrick says. "It is definitely a losing spiral that... is reinforced every day by the 24/7 news cycle."

Like Barbour, South Carolina Gov. Sanford rejects the idea that the South is disproportionately influential within their party. In any case, he says, the arguments that he and other Southerners have raised against Obama offer the party its most promising path back to power. Republican recovery "is probably less about new bells and whistles and more about the core of what made the party great in the first place, which is the angle of limited government," Sanford said. "I believe our political destiny is more closely tied to our roots than in trying to add new features."

A broad range of Republicans supports a return to small-government arguments. Nevertheless, some GOP strategists are gingerly suggesting that staunchly conservative Southerners are putting too much of their own stamp on the party, especially on social issues. GOP consultant Mike DuHaime, political director of McCain's 2008 presidential campaign, said that "everybody in the party is concerned" about the GOP's decline along the coasts and in the Upper Midwest. "It's important that we always keep our base [in the South] as part of our party, but we need to have the ability to disagree on certain issues. That's the only way we are going to expand," he said. Republican pollster Ayres concurs. "The South is an incredibly important part of the Republican coalition, but it's not sufficient to win," he said. "You may very well have standards that are somewhat different for a Republican in the Philadelphia suburbs than you do for a Republican in Alabama."

Sen. John Cornyn of Texas, who chairs the National Republican Senatorial Committee, appears to have taken that thinking to heart, pursuing moderates for 2010 Senate contests in several Democratic-leaning states, including Connecticut, Delaware, and Illinois, where Democratic troubles or departures have brightened GOP prospects. Democrats are also giving Republicans openings in several high-profile gubernatorial races in blue states outside the South, including Illinois, New Jersey, and New York. Those opportunities create some optimism among Republicans that they may have hit bottom in the non-Southern states. Yet, given the extent of the party's decline there, it may be some time before Republicans recover enough strength outside the South to truly threaten the generation-long southward migration in the party's center of gravity.

Meanwhile, demographic trends could create new challenges for Republicans within their Southern stronghold. The Republican position in the Deep South is fortified by a racial paradox: In the states with the highest proportion of black voters (such as Alabama, Georgia, and Mississippi), Democrats usually attract the smallest percentage of white voters, partly because African-Americans are seen as dominant in the Democratic Party.

But the growth of other nonwhite populations, such as Hispanics and even Asians, is strengthening Democrats across the region, especially in the outer South, and even in portions of the Deep South such as Georgia. These "new minority" voters functioned like a thumb on the scale last year for Obama in Virginia (where they reached 10 percent of the vote) and North Carolina (where they comprised 6 percent). They were also instrumental in tipping Florida to the Democratic presidential nominee. "When you add the Democratic vote among African-Americans with that of the new minorities, that means the share of the white vote a Democrat needs to win goes down," notes Merle Black.

Eventually, Hispanic population growth might even threaten the Republican hold on Texas, where whites last year constituted just 63 percent of the vote, the same as in California. Demography alone probably won't flip Texas: To capture it, Democrats will almost certainly need to improve their performance among whites there, too. (Obama won just one-fourth of them, compared with twice that in California.) But at the least, Black notes, the growing nonwhite vote is allowing Texas Democrats to become competitive again in the state that has functioned as the jewel in the crown for Southern Republicans.

Questions about the GOP's regional balance may come to a head when the party picks its next presidential nominee. The 2012 race could pit several strong contenders from the South -- including Sanford, Jindal, and Barbour -- against competitors from other regions, such as Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin and former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney.

Carrick predicts that a Southern Republican nominee in 2012 would "solidify all of the current trends" toward Democrats among young people and socially moderate white-collar suburbanites outside the South. Another Republican Southern nominee, Carrick maintains, "would say that it is a regional party but [also] that the prevailing ideology in the party is too far out to be competitive."

Barbour, not surprisingly, dismisses this analysis. He believes that the next GOP nominee's region is less important than the candidate's skills and whether the country has lost faith in Obama. "Could a guy from Alabama, Louisiana, or Texas get elected president as easily as one from Illinois under those circumstances?" Barbour asked. "I think the answer is yes."

As on so many other fronts, the debate over the party's 2012 nominee shows how the GOP's Southern drift is forcing Republicans to confront variations of the political dilemmas that long confounded the Democrats. From Truman in 1948 until Obama in 2008, the only Democrats who could hold enough of the South to build a majority national coalition and win the White House were Southerners: Johnson, Carter, and Clinton. Republicans now face the mirror-image challenge of recapturing enough territory beyond the South to assemble a winning national coalition. For decades, Democrats ardently debated whether they could elect a president who was not from the South. Before long, Republicans may debate with equal passion whether they can elect another president who is.

7/28/09

Heartbreaking art helps kids with inmate parents

By Dana Rosenblatt
CNN

HOUSTON, Texas (CNN) -- The drawings are macabre, especially because they're created by children: stick figures writhing in pain and confusion, a knife dripping with blood and a broken heart.

Next to the heart, the child artist has written: 'My heart is bleeding, my heart is a broken bleeding heart." Another child has drawn a red bubble, inside of which is written: "I want 2 die."

All of these young artists -- members of a program called No More Victims -- have at least one parent who has served time in prison.

The powerful drawings communicate their experiences with pain, hopelessness and confusion as clearly as a thousand spoken words.

Many of these at-risk children were raised in unstable environments, which could lead them to make the same mistakes as their parents, sending them to prison or worse.

But Marilyn Gambrell wants to break that cycle. VideoWatch children of inmates reveal details of their struggles »

In 1993, she founded No More Victims Inc., a nonprofit organization dedicated to helping children of incarcerated parents.

A former Texas parole officer, Gambrell saw firsthand the need to help children and teens who were left behind by one or both parents serving time.

"My goal is for this child to feel healthy enough and healed that they didn't want to take their own life or someone else's. Just give them what they need, love them, support them, provide basic needs. They will fly," she says.

The statistics on prison parents are staggering. According to Justice Department estimates, 2.3 percent of children under 18 in the United States have at least one parent in prison.

Together, 52 percent of state prison inmates and 63 percent of federal prisoners reported an estimated total of 1,706,600 minor children, according to the Justice Department.

In 2000, Gambrell brought No More Victims to the classroom at a local high school where a large majority of students had experienced the effects of incarceration on their families. Sound off: How can we reverse the cycle of incarceration?

Soon after, she opened a community center where teens could take care of basic necessities such as getting food and diapers for their own kids, doing their laundry, and getting, from Gambrell, the love and support they never had.

Some of the teens had fallen victim to sexual assault as children and later received help from No More Victims.

For the program members, the community center feels like home and Gambrell is a lot like a mother. She makes herself available to the kids 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

Her approach is simple but effective. Since the program's onset in 2000, only 22 of the 700 kids who've enrolled have ever gone to prison, says Gambrell, and many of those kids graduate high school.

Child counselors say that for getting young people to open up, art therapy can be more effective than traditional forms of therapy.

In the classroom, it could take months or years for her students to share what they've been through. But with art therapy, Gambrell has created a safe outlet for them to express their innermost thoughts.

"Kids reflect what's going on in their life in their artwork," said Mary Ellen Hluska, a child life specialist at Johns Hopkins Children's Center.

"I think it's effective because it helps them have a safe place to express what they've been through without using words," said Hluska. "It becomes a tangible object. It's there, and they don't have to say it."

In class, Gambrell instructs the students to use red pencil to express pain and anger they felt, and blue to reflect calmness and peace.

"I knew it would be deep because ... I had red and blue pencils for them, and no child wanted a blue one," said Gambrell.

"In the first exercise, everybody requested red," Gambrell said. "And some children had four and five red pencils. They drew so much and colored so hard that they actually broke the lead."

Longtime program member Shante Weaver often used red pencil to illustrate the struggles of her life. Her mother has been in and out of prison most of Weaver's 20 years, and she's never really known her father.

Drawing delivered a key breakthrough at age 15, when a quiet and withdrawn Weaver finally revealed all that had happened to her.

Shortly after Weaver drew the picture, she found the courage to talk about her troubled childhood, inspiring other members of the class to join her in speaking about similar experiences.

With the support of her classmates and Gambrell, Weaver gathered the courage to press charges against a man who had abused her for many years. Today, Weaver lives with her grandmother and works two jobs to help support her family.

She also takes classes at a community college and plans to continue her studies to become a nurse.

Weaver is still an active member of No More Victims and is a role model to newer members, helping them get on the right track.

Looking back, Weaver said she feels like a different person from the traumatized 15-year-old girl who drew those red pictures five years ago.

Thanks to No More Victims, Weaver says, she can use a blue pencil to best illustrate her brighter future.

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Kevin new show Gibbs Musurm of Art

Charleston, South Carolina – The Gibbes Museum of Art will present the Smithsonian traveling exhibition Ancestry & Innovation: African American Art from the American Folk Art Museum from July 31 through October 11, 2009. The range of artistic expressions by self-taught African American artists from the rural South and the urban North is explored in this exhibition culled from the American Folk Art Museum’s rich holdings. Ancestry & Innovation: African American Art from the American Folk Art Museum highlights complex and vibrant quilts, paintings, works on paper and sculpture by contemporary African American artists.

Comprising ten quilts and nearly thirty works of art in various media, Ancestry & Innovation includes paintings by an elder generation of creators, such as David Butler, Sam Doyle, Bessie Harvey and Clementine Hunter; works by contemporary masters, such as Thornton Dial Sr.; and provocative pieces by emerging artists, such as Kevin Sampson and Willie LeRoy Elliot. Juxtaposed with richly patterned and graphically exciting quilts, the exhibition celebrates the ongoing contribution of black artists to the kaleidoscope of American cultural and visual experience.

“We’re delighted that objects from New York’s American Folk Art Museum will be featured throughout our second floor galleries in this exciting exhibition offered through the Smithsonian. The folk art tradition is a strong component of the history of art in the South. Ancestry & Innovation allows us to provide a context for this creative story,” noted Gibbes Executive Director Angela Mack.
Stacy C. Hollander, senior curator and director of exhibitions at the American Folk Art Museum, and Brooke Davis Anderson, director and curator of The Contemporary Center at the museum, are the curators of the exhibition. “The unique presentation of vibrant quilts in conjunction with sculpture and painting enriches the viewer’s appreciation for the complexity and vitality of African American expression,” said Stacy C. Hollander.

Ancestry & Innovation was organized by the American Folk Art Museum in New York, and circulated by the Smithsonian Institution Traveling Exhibition Service. The exhibition was made possible by the generous support of MetLife Foundation. The National Endowment for the Arts provided generous support to the American Folk Art Museum through its American Masterpieces: Three Centuries of Artistic Genius initiative. Sponsors of the exhibition at the Gibbes include the auxiliary group Gibbes, etc. and media sponsor Charleston Magazine.

Young Japanese Women Vie for a Once-Scorned Job

uly 28, 2009

Young Japanese Women Vie for a Once-Scorned Job

By HIROKO TABUCHI

TOKYO — The women who pour drinks in Japan’s sleek gentlemen’s clubs were once shunned because their duties were considered immodest: lavishing adoring (albeit nonsexual) attention on men for a hefty fee.

But with that line of work, called hostessing, among the most lucrative jobs available to women and with the country neck-deep in a recession, hostess positions are increasingly coveted, and hostesses themselves are gaining respectability and even acclaim. Japan’s worst recession since World War II is changing mores.

“More women from a diversity of backgrounds are looking for hostess work,” said Kentaro Miura, who helps manage seven clubs in Kabuki-cho, Tokyo’s glittering red-light district. “There is less resistance to becoming a hostess. In fact, it’s seen as a glamorous job.”

But behind this trend is a less-than-glamorous reality. Employment opportunities for young women, especially those with no college education, are often limited to low-paying, dead-end jobs or temp positions.

Even before the economic downturn, almost 70 percent of women ages 20 to 24 worked jobs with few benefits and little job security, according to a government labor survey. The situation has worsened in the recession.

For that reason, a growing number of Japanese women seem to believe that work as a hostess, which can easily pay $100,000 a year, and as much as $300,000 for the biggest stars, makes economic sense.

Even part-time hostesses and those at the low end of the pay scale earn at least $20 an hour, almost twice the rate of most temp positions.

In a 2009 survey of 1,154 high school girls, by the Culture Studies Institute in Tokyo, hostessing ranked No. 12 out of the 40 most popular professions, ahead of public servant (18) and nurse (22).

“It’s only when you’re young that you can earn money just by drinking with men,” said Mari Hamada, 17.

Many of the cabaret clubs, or kyabakura, are swank establishments of dark wood and plush cushions, where waiters in bow ties and hostesses in evening gowns flit about guests sipping fantastically expensive wine.

Some hostesses work to pay their way through college or toward a vocational degree, or to save up to start their own businesses.

Hostessing does not involve prostitution, though religious and women’s groups point out that hostesses can be pressured into having sex with clients, and that hostessing can be an entry point into Japan’s sprawling underground sex industry.

Hostesses say that those are rare occurrences, and that exhaustion from a life of partying is a more common hazard in their profession.

Young women are drawn nonetheless to Cinderella stories like that of Eri Momoka, a single mother who became a hostess and worked her way out of penury to start a TV career and her own line of clothing and accessories.

“I often get fan mail from young girls in elementary school who say they want to be like me,” said Ms. Momoka, 27, interviewed in her trademark seven-inch heels. “To a little girl, a hostess is like a modern-day princess.”

Even one member of the Japanese Parliament, Kazumi Ota, was a hostess. That revelation once would have ignited a huge scandal, but it has not. She will run for re-election on the leading opposition party ticket, the Democratic Party of Japan, in the national election next month, and the ticket is expected to unseat the ruling party.

It is unclear how many hostesses work in Japan. In Tokyo alone, about 13,000 establishments offer late-night entertainment by hostesses (and some male hosts), including members-only clubs frequented by politicians and company executives, as well as cheaper cabaret clubs.

Hostesses tend to drinks, offer attentive conversation and accompany men on dates off premises, but do not generally have sex for money. (Men who seek that can go to prostitutes, though prostitution is illegal.)

Hostesses are often ranked according to popularity among clients, with the No. 1 of each club assuming the status of a star.

Mineri Hayashi has made it to the top of her club, Celux, six years after coming to Tokyo from northern Japan. One recent evening, she readied herself for an elaborate birthday event her club was throwing in her honor.

Outside the club, bigger-than-life posters of Ms. Hayashi adorned the street. At the club, a dozen men put up balloons and lined up Champagne bottles.

The club’s clientele is diverse, including workaday salarymen, business owners and other men unwinding after work.

Celux hopes to make more than $60,000 on Ms. Hayashi’s birthday party, which will be attended by scores of regulars.

“Life has been fun, and I want to keep on having fun,” Ms. Hayashi said, placing a tiara in her hair. She talks of plans to retire next year and travel abroad.

Her 17-year-old sister, who also wants to be a hostess, may succeed her. Ms. Hayashi is supportive. “I just want her to be happy,” she said.

Popular culture is also fueling hostessing’s popularity. TV sitcoms are starting to depict cabaret hostesses as women building successful careers. Hostesses are also writing best-selling books, be they on money management or the art of conversation.

A magazine that features hostess fashion has become wildly popular with women outside the trade, who mimic the heavily made-up eyes and big, coiffed hair.

But Serina Hoshino, 24, another Tokyo hostess, is exhausted from the late nights and heavy drinking.

Slumped in her chair at the M.A.C. hair salon, she talked about endless after-hours dates with clients. Stumbling back home at dawn, she sleeps the rest of the day. On her days off, she hardly leaves her apartment.

Her reward is about $16,000 a month, almost 10 times the salary of most women her age.

“It’s nice to be independent, but it’s very stressful,” Ms. Hoshino said, speaking through a cloud of hair spray and cigarette smoke.

In recent months, clubs have also started to feel the squeeze of the bad economy. Hostess wages are starting to fall to as little as $16 an hour. Still, that rate remains above many daytime jobs here.

So, the young women keep coming. The Kabuki-cho district is lined with dark-suited scouts recruiting women. One club recruiter said some women turn up to interviews with their mothers in tow, which never would have happened when the job was less respectable.

“Women are being laid off from daytime jobs and so look for work with us,” said Hana Nakagawa, who runs a placement agency for higher-end clubs in Tokyo.

She gets about 40 inquiries a week from women looking for hostess jobs, twice as many as before the downturn.

Atsushi Miura, an expert on the issue, says hostessing will be popular among Japanese women as long as other well-paying jobs are scarce.

“Some people still say hostesses are wasting their life away,” he said. “But rather than criticizing them, Japan should create more jobs for young women.”

 

 

My kids and I spent alot of time in front of this beauty

during my days with the Dean at the Cathedral of St John the Divine, In New York

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Greg Wyatt's Peace Fountain in the sculpture garden of Cathedral St. John the Divine

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Cathedral St. John the Divine

My second home i miss it

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Kevin speaks about Dash Snow memorial information enclosed

kevin says: about Dash

mcdaniel

 

Hey look

so many of my young students idolized this guy

they turned me onto him, he was talented thats for sure

genius maybe

but look i live in newark

where their are lots and lots of junkies

so excuse me if i cant get too broken hearted

over another young man dying from drugs and more

this young man came from one of the wealthiets and most connected families around

so i am sure he didnt have too much trouble

buying drugs

i told my students

something i learned from My Uncle randall

its about transendence

over coming obsticles

over coming your back ground to move on and up

its about helping others

and most of all not wasting your God given talents

on nonsense

this guy

was a hero to many of my students

and his obligation should have been

to his work to them

and more

instead

ok let me stop here

i admire the guys spirit

but to be honest this kids of rebelion is a white boy thing

sorry

Their are to many people who transend their circumstances

you dont rise about things by destroying yourself

if this is the high point of rebellion

then ill gladly sell out

its about about priveledge in my humble opinon

and the misuse of it

i met people in jamaca who made art

because they had too

who rose about their poverty to offer

great art work and inspiration

through their endurance

acceptance

and vison

so sorry Dash

a young wasted life

its a shame

and to my students

if you are thinking that by destroying yourself

to make art

or to be authentic

think about

nothing noble about dying for no reason

nothing at all

 

Dash Snow, A Memorial

By Cheryl Dunn  07/23/2009 08:52 AM


Dash Snow and Barrt McGee at The Street Market Show, 2000.
Photo by Cheryl Dunn

What is a memorial but a meager attempt to remember a life? I remember life through images. Sometimes if I have an image it relieves me that I have captured something, time, a person. Sometimes it doesn't really matter. After hearing Dash had died, in utter grief and hoping to console, I told his brother Max that I had a lot of film and photos of him and he replied, "That's nice but I just want him back." I felt stupid as if that would change anything. but we all try whatever we can to change  the circumstances of a tragic death of a loved one particularly a young and magical one. Dash was truly a shining light, an electric force that drew people to him from the first moment you met him.

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Dash embodied New York. He was fearless, and he participated to the fullest extent in all of the extremes of this town. It's a town designed to break people—that's what makes it worth living in. He was perfectly suited for a town like this: He was a child, always eager to show you his Polaroids or talk about a great photo book that he had discovered. He was always the first one to introduce himself in a crowd of strangers. He defied all authority and risked everything to be true to his spirit, whether it was writing "Fuck Giuliani" in massive letters on the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge, to his departure from this earth. But Dash was like a tiger cub, lovable yet wild in every sense. One night at The Hole, a dingy bar on 2nd Avenue where we used to hang out, he came running back into the bar all bloody and smiling and said, "Take my picture. I just got punched in the face."
I met Dash in 2000, while documenting The Street Market Show at Deitch Projects. He came in to hang out and help Barry McGee, Stephen Powers, and Todd James paint. Immediately, he was like a little brother. He was so amped about everything. He took no time showing me a huge stack of Polaroids of his debaucheries. A year later I curated him in his first show there. 
We made a film together for that show. We shot an interview in C Squat [a squat near Avenue C]. He stood on some wood boards in a floorless room while I shot up at him in a damp, rat-filled basement . We shot in his apartment on Avenue C, where every inch of the walls was tagged and covered with post headlines, photos, anything and everything. He took me to a sweatshop building in Chinatown that had a broken front door and was tagged to shit. He tagged almost every step on the way to the roof and did a large throw up (in graffiti terms a large, quickly executed, tag). As he stood on the ledge smoking I took a picture of him, only to discover later that there was a shooting star in the sky right behind his head.
Dash was effervescent. He didn't have a phone, or use e-mail. You couldn't really find Dash unless you went out in front of his Bowery studio and howled, or happened upon him. Later, you could spot him walking his baby, Secret, around the neighborhood. The last I saw him was at my house on the Fourth of July. He was brimming with questions of movie cameras and film stock. He held his daughter, then went off into the night. 
The morning I heard the news I couldn't work, and I couldn't be alone. I rode my bike to Lafayette and Kenmare. For those who remember, what's now the relatively fancy Mexican restaurant La Esquina used to be this nasty burger joint. I hung there with him some times. I was compelled to go there thinking everyone I saw would be weeping on the street. I stayed out all night meeting up with mutual friends, holding each other, just being together. As I rode home at 7 AM, the light was beautiful and the air was peaceful. Dash knew this was the best time of day and I know his spirit was lurking out there after a long New York night.
Graffiti legend is like folklore. There's no evidence, but it's omni-present. It's about getting over and not getting caught, leaving traces but being invisible. These are my memories, for whatever it is worth. Whether filled with facts or perceptions or just plain feelings, they are stories and stores make up a life. He had enough stories for three lifetimes.

Cheryl Dunn is a New York-based photographer. Deitch Projects is currently showing a tribute to Dash Snow, at its
76 Grand Street gallery location.

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