FORGIVE AND EDUCATE KYLA PAWIS AKA RACIST BRAMPTON GIRL HATES BROWN PEOPLE

White Supremacy has been on my mind this week as I saw a lot of it on Face Book via links to articles and videos.

I wrote an article called White Supremacy All Around Me. A video by Kyla Pawis helped prompt that article and today’s vlog.

Kyla was racist toward South Asians.  After seeing responses to Kyla I wasn’t down with most of the reactions from people.  Sexism, misogyny, profanity, and attacks on Kyla’s appearance and intellect were seen throughout the responses.  

Kyla is young, lost, hurt, suffers from mental health issues, and she can change with support.  

Racist ideologies like Kyla’s are the reason behind the murder of Reena Virk and many other acts of violence toward Indigenous peoples and peoples of colour.

Let’s educate people like Kyla and stop white supremacy.

Black feminist professor bell hooks says, “For me, forgiveness and compassion are always linked: how do we hold people accountable for wrongdoing and yet at the same time remain in touch with their humanity enough to believe in their capacity to be transformed?”

That’s what this vlog is about.

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WHITE SUPREMACY ALL AROUND ME

White Supremacy All Around Me

By Jorge Antonio Vallejos

The last 24hours has had me feeling like I’m in an old Jay Z song called D’Evils.

The hook goes, “Dear God I wonder can you save me?  Illuminati on my mind soul and my body.  Secret society trying to keep an eye on me.”  The first part of the hook is sung by Snoop Dog and the last part by Mobb Deep.

D’Evils that had me going paranoid for 2 hours last night were articles and images of white supremacy shared on Face Book. 

The articles were about a group of white supremacist thugs who have growing chapters in Calgary, Edmonton, Vancouver, and London.  They have set people on fire, swarmed people in broad daylight, and attempted to hold a White Pride march that was shut down.  

The images of white supremacy were of a cake ceremony in Sweden that I really don’t want to get into cause it’s so disturbing.

Then a YOUTUBE video by a white girl in Brampton, Ontario ranting about Brown people hit me today. 

White supremacy is all around me!

It’s as far as Vancouver and as close as Brampton. 

Of course there are racist peoples everywhere.  My neighbours are racist and they’ve shown me that several times.  But people organizing assaults whether physically, or verbally on YOUTUBE, or via marches seems to be growing.

A white ally last night told me to not worry as the groups around us—London, Ontario—are wannabe’s.  I responded that wannabes can be more dangerous than the real thing.  

It’s easy for a white person to tell a person of colour not to worry.

After our talk I had visions of my Cree friend and I being attacked.  We swung our fists everywhere and survived.  But how many don’t survive?  And are my paranoid visions gonna become a reality?

Shit is real, people are being set on fire!

I started YOUTUBING videos of white supremacists and fed my paranoia via their hate filled words; scary images of muscular whites full of tattoos that symbolize my end; and news reports of people of colour killed at the hands of such white men.

White Supremacy was on my mind, soul, and body.

Today, I was telling my Anishinaabe friend about my paranoia and she was laughing while looking behind her shoulder, mimicking me. 

After she thought about my story and the info I shared about the attacks and marches she said, “Scary!”

It is scary.

But, that’s what the media and these white supremacists want: US to be scared.

I didn’t sleep well last night and it’s not only because of my disability.  I realize it was the fear of white supremacists organizing in my city and starting to attack peoples of colour.  It’s bad enough that I have to worry about racist cops and rent-a-cops, I don’t need an added stress like a resurgence of the Heritage Front or a group that is more aggressive and violent than them.

There is a flipside to my story of paranoia. 

I found clips of independent media in Vancouver where activists approached white supremacist lawyers and skinheads in ambush style interviews.  They questioned them, challenged them, and educated them via their words and actions.

The clips helped; they gave me hope; I saw different peoples of colour (East Asian, South Asian, and Native) working together and with white allies to combat white supremacy.

By coming together were gonna fight this plague and stop it from growing.

D’Evils ends with Snoop Dog saying, “I can’t die, I can’t die.”

 I’m not gonna die.  Not via paranoia causing sickness, or some tattooed juicepig. 

White Supremacy ain’t taking me over.

I have Creator, community, and confidence.

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REMEMBERING MIKE WALLACE (1918-2012)

Remembering Mike Wallace

By Jorge Antonio Vallejos

I’ve been a fan of 60 Minutes for about 8 years.  Many of the segments I’ve watched have been informative, educational, and entertaining. 

I love the show!

Over the years the staples of the show have been dying: Ed Bradley, Andy Rooney, and last week, Mike Wallace.

They were actually the three members of the 60 Minutes team I liked most. 

Bradley was a man of colour who I could identify with as he was one of the few journalists of colour to be on T.V for years.  Rooney was a real writer who wrote a syndicated column and told what he felt was the truth; no sugar coating, and that’s how I wrote my column, The Condor’s View, in university. 

Wallace was the interviewer/interrogator who came up with many firsts: he invented the ambush style of interviewing where he’d walk up on people and ask them questions.  And he was the first journalist to use the hidden camera technique that is now used by journalists globally.   

While watching many videos of Mike Wallace, and listening to his fellow staff members talk about him over the last week, I feel I can relate to Wallace in some ways.  He started 60 Minutes when he was 50.  Yes, 50!  For 38 years he did what he loved.  And he was an innovator.  As mentioned above he was the first to do things that everyone now imitates.  And he did them well, earning him 21 Emmy awards. 

What struck me most was that Wallace started journalism after his son Peter past on at the age of 19.  His son wanted to be a journalist.  Wallace said to himself: “Hey, he was gonna be a writer…I’m gonna do something that’s gonna make Peter proud.” 

As I get older I think to myself “What am I gonna do?”  I’m a starving artist and freelance journalist who is trying to make his mark.  And recently I’ve been thinking, “I want my mom to see that I’ve made it before she’s gone.”  Learning that Wallace helped start the great televised news magazine at age 50 has given me hope. 

Born Myron Wallace in Brookline, Massachusetts in 1918, Wallace graduated college with a B average.  He joined the navy, and then did a lot of radio and T.V work until his good friend Don Hewit started 60 Minutes in 1968.  The show took a while to capture a wide audience but when it did it became the most viewed show in Television history matched only by The Cosby Show and All In The Family

CBS, the network which ran 60 Minutes, is described by Wallace as doing “news in a socially useful way.”  He describes 60 Minutes as, “We became to our viewers “Those are the people who tell it like it is.””

Wallace interviewed every American President in office while he was on 60 Minutes as well as the leaders of China, Iran, and Russia.  He interviewed controversial peoples like Malcom X, Luis Farrakhan, Yasser Arafat, and others such as a priest accused of molesting children, several members of the Italian mafia, a soldier who admits to partaking in a massacre in Vietnam, and the man who turned the cigarette industry on its head, chemist Jeffrey Wigand.  The Wigand story was turned into the Hollywood blockbuster The Insider

Wallace never pulled punches. 

The 60 Minutes legend told Vladimir Putin that nothing in Russia happens without a bribe; he called the Ayatollah Khomeini a “lunatic” via quoting Egypt’s President Anwar Sadat; he challenged Nancy Reagan on being paid 1 million dollars for a 2 week visit to Japan; he broke the story on the corruption of the Nixon administration by reading a list of all the illegal things they did to their faces.

“I’m nosy and insistent and not to be pushed aside,” said Wallace in an interview with colleague Steve Kroft.

Thank Creator for that!

Wallace died at the age of 93 on Saturday April 7, 2012.  I won’t only remember Mike Wallace, I’ll be studying him and reminding myself that he started to make his mark at age 50 and he did it to honour his son.

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LEARNING AS AN ALLY

This week has been a big learning week for me.

On Monday I wrote a post about Transphobia on the T.V show “The View”.  I received several comments; some were supportive and many were filled with info that taught me many things.

Wednesday saw me write about being an ally and how it’s a constant learning process.  This VLOG is an extension of that article.

Let me know what you think.  

Peace.

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LEARNING TO BE AN ALLY, AN ALLY IS ALWAYS WILLING TO LEARN

Learning To Be An Ally, An Ally Is Always Learning

By Jorge Antonio Vallejos

Being and ally is a lifelong process.  It has been 8 years for me and I have had waves of growth in terms of allyship.  As an mixed-race Indigenous person I started with learning about, and being an ally to, Native peoples of Turtle Island; and then I learned about my male privilege and began to learn about respecting women; and then queer peoples, and it continues to grow and grow and grow.

While learning and doing allyship you fuck up.

I have fucked up many a time.

I am going to continue to fuck up.

That is the process.

On Monday I wrote a piece that I was moved to write because of my friendship with an out Trans woman whom I love dearly: Cindy Bourgeios. 

The ladies of The View interviewed Jenna Talackova, the first Transgendered Miss Universe pageant contestant, and were Transphopbic throughout the segment.  I took notes in front of the T.V and then jumped on my MAC.  My fingers flew all over the keyboard, I checked off quotes and points I was using, and I put a peice together that I was proud of.

I followed by copying and pasting my article into my WordPress dashboard, finding images of The View and Talackova on Google, inserting the photos, editing my piece, titling it: The View Needs To Widen Their Scope of Jenna Talackova: Discussing Transphobia While Being Transphobic, and finally I hit the PUBLISH button.   

Boom!  My thoughts and allyship were out in the world.

Posting the article on Face Book as I do with all my articles put it out there even more. 

Face Book friends started sharing the article and it traveled all over.  I got comments from Hawaii and different parts of Canada and the U.S.

I love feedback.  Feedback helps me know if my writing is good, strong, and on point.

A fellow activist and Face Book friend who is Transgender and teaches at a local university emailed me saying,

Hey Black Coffee Poet!

I love this. I don’t often watch The View b/c it can be, as you point out beautifully, so awkward and really hurtful in its efforts to be ‘hip’. You totally rock!

Validation!

But not all the letters and comments were like the one above.

Here came the learning.

A commenter named leftytgirl wrote me a kind, well thought out, challenging letter that taught me some things.  Here is a portion:

In reference to the birth issue, “trans-feminine” and “trans-masculine” might be useful terms in some instance, however, it might come off a bit vague as a way of addressing a trans person’s history. Rather, I would suggest “assigned male at birth” (AMAB) or “coercively assigned male at birth” (CAMAB) when talking about a trans woman. So something like, “Jenna was assigned male at birth, but she corrected this later in life” or similar. (I think it should be intuitive to replace ‘male’ with ‘female’ in the phrases above when discussing a trans man’s history).

There was no animosity in her letter.  She thanked me, challenged me, and taught me some things I did not know.  Thanks leftytgirl!

Not all the comments were as nice.  And that’s fine.  If I’ve pissed someone off they are free to express themselves and I want to know.  I don’t fear criticism.  And I don’t censor people, hence the approval and posting of Vyvy Ly’s comment on my website:

When you funnel all that attention for those mass media / pop culture and tabloid addicts in front of their TVs and PCs, you cause unnecessary wide spread negative attention on a already shallow subject matter eg: a beauty pageant disqualification or someone rumored to be transphobic this and that. Don’t be surprised that phobes all around the globe are on the rise because you breed what they read! Sensational journalism and sensational activism is cute but it doesn’t address any of the real issues. Miss Universe beauty pageants do not represent or stand for good gender ideals, it’s only soul purpose is sex appeal period. If you are born of the sex which the pageants are targeted, then be my guest make a show out of yourselves, but if your gender identity is more important, then all the power to you — change the world through positive work which inspires proactive change rather than draw ‘fag-hag’ attention to skin surface non issues. 

Earlier in her long letter to me, Vyvy Ly, stated that I was being Transphobic by writing what I wrote.  So, as I was critiquing The View for being transphobic while discussing transphobia Vyvy Ly says I was doing the same.  I was being transphobic while critiquing Transphobia on The View. 

Vyvy Ly ended her letter with: GROW UP! 

Wow!

I got told.

At this moment I agree with Vyvy Ly

Still, I want to discuss it with some Trans folk I know. 

Was I being Transphobic? 

It is possible.

I remember someone I used to date say of activists, “Just cause you have good intentions doesn’t mean you will have good outcomes.”

It was also pointed out that Talackova is Native and the first Native woman to be a Miss Universe contestant.  I did not know that at the time I was writing the article.  Talackova did not mention it on The View.

Being an ally is about doing your homework, accepting challenge and critique, willingness to change, and putting yourself out there.  It is also standing beside and behind peoples you are allied with and speaking with them, not for them.  I aim to do this and hope I am.

My allyship is partly through my writing, part going to certain rallies throughout the year, but more importantly it is via real relationships and friendships with people.

One of my biggest problems with activists is the lack of relationships they have with peoples there are being allies to.  I am talking in particular about Native peoples and Trans peoples.  Lots of activists talk about Native land rights and Trans rights but do they have any Native or Trans friends? 

I believe relationships are real allyship.

Holding a sign, yelling a slogan, and writing an article or an essay are all good things but how about conversation?  How about having a coffee with someone?  How about initiating a friendship?  How about being told (in a good way) and accepting it?

The article I posted on Monday was one of many learning experiences for me.  And there will be more.  I do not know it all.  Being an ally is a learning process.  Without the willingness to learn you can not be an ally.  I have much to learn and I am willing to go through processes of learning.  Reading, writing, friendships, and being challenged has been a part of my process and will continue to be a part of my process.

A new comment today was posted that gave me hope that I am doing a pretty good job:

Thanks very much for your article. Clearly you have a sincerity that was lacking on The View. What is politically correct in terminology is constantly changing. What is important is the consideration of the commentator. This is more than evident in your article. Being a trans-lady I appreciate the effort expressed!

Cordially Yours,

Kathleen

If you have thoughts on what it is to be an ally or if you have thoughts on my article please comment.  Peace.

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“THE VIEW” NEEDS TO WIDEN THEIR SCOPE ON JENNA TALACKOVA: DISCUSSING TRANSPHOBIA WHILE BEING TRANSPHOBIC

The View Needs To Widen Their Scope on Jenna Talackova:

Discussing Transphobia While Being Transphobic

By Jorge Antonio Vallejos

The ladies of The View—Barbara Walters, Whoopi Goldberg, Joy Behar, and Elisabeth Hasselbeck (Sherrie Shepherd was away)— had Miss Universe contestant Jenna Talackova grace their large green couch today.  But the welcoming was not what other guests receive.  There were no hugs, kisses, smiles, or yells of excitement.

Talackova was introduced and walked out looking spectacular: black heels with matching tights, and a tight white top with a yellow sweater.  The crowd clapped, and the ladies of The View stood up to greet the six-foot-one model but it wasn’t a warm reception; not as warm as the guests who followed would receive.

As a friendly gesture Talackova, 23, brought fake tiaras as gifts.  Whoopi Goldberg was the only host to put hers on and wear it throughout the interview.  I wasn’t surprised.  Whoopi, although making mistakes in the past around political views, is the most accepting person on the show.

From the get go the segment was transphobic even though the point was to explore Talackova’s battling Transphobia via being kicked out of the Miss Universe Canada pageant.

Walters, who prides herself on doing many shows on Trans kids and Trans issues, started by describing Talackova as “originally born as a man”: that’s called being Transphobic!

I recently learned that the commonly used terms “M to F” (male to female) and “F to M” (female to male) in reference to Trans peoples are no longer OK.   Trans peoples are now using “Trans-feminine” and “Trans-masculine” replacing the acronyms listed above. 

“Originally born as…” was never accepted, or acceptable, to my knowledge.

The assault continued via showing pre-transition photos of Talackova and then a question that you never ask a Trans person: What was your original name?  Walters meant Talackova’s pre-transition name.

Talackova reluctantly whispered it.

The question every uninformed person is dying to know the answer to, and which is nobody’s business, was asked: Do you have a boyfriend, can you have sex?

Walter’s meant sex in the way that is seen as ‘normal’ and ‘natural” by transphobes. 

“Yes,” answered Talackova.

So, the big boss, Walters, who prides herself on doing stories on Trans folk appears to have learned nothing over the years.

Also interesting was the lack of warmth from Behar who is a staunch supporter of queer-rights.  She is always talking about the legalization of gay marriage yet she hasn’t made the connection between oppression of gays and lesbians with the oppression of Trans peoples.  “Did it [hurt]?” asked Behar about Talackova’s sex re-assignment surgery as a follow to one Walters’ brilliant questions.  What do you think, Joy?  

Behar’s co-host Hasselbeck, a Right-Wing Christian, who has cried many a time about racism against Blacks in the U.S, can’t seem to make a connection between Racism and Transphobia.  Hasselbeck looked so uncomfortable you’d think she was being forced to play Twister with Fidel Castro and Assata Shakur.  

The segment was about Transphobia yet they never named the problem correctly, and they practiced Transphobia while discussing what Talackova is fighting: Transphobia. 

The focus of the interview with Talackova was on the requirement in question of being a “naturally born woman” by the Miss Universe pageant.  While exploring the Transphobic wording Walter’s describes Talackova as “originally born a man”. 

Barbara, wake up!  Do you homework! 

Talackova had to prove herself many times in the short segment:

  1. “Since I was conscious…I’ve always been attracted to everything feminine.”
  2. “It was worth it,” said Talackova about her sex re-assignment surgery.
  3. “Now I’m the sister they’ve always dreamed of,” said Talackova about her 3 brothers

Talackova announced that she will be competing in the pageant (“Yes, I’m gonna compete.”), and her fight to change the Transphobic practices of the Miss Universe Organization around the globe.

“…very sweet,” said Walters to Talackova while patting her leg like a poodle as she ended the interview.

It was interesting to see how the next two guests, Diana Agron of the show Glee and basketball legend Earvin “Magic” Johnson, were treated.  Both were welcomed in the usual way via hugs and kisses and the segments were much more relaxed.  You could see that Behar and Hasselbeck felt at home again. 

Agron talked a little about the fight to stop texting while driving, and Johnson talked about living with HIV.  Both are very important topics and were treated with more seriousness and no othering; it wasn’t a freak show. 

The View did not see the connections between all three segments: transphobia is a danger to peoples and society as is driving while texting and as is the stigma of having HIV.  All three are different and vary in consequences; peoples who text while driving, or who have HIV, are not being physically assaulted or killed for who they are as is the case with Trans peoples, in particular Trans women of colour.  Sill, all three are things society can, and should, do without.  

Two guests, Agron and Johnson, were treated with genuine warmth, consideration, and pardon the pun, glee.

What’s interesting is that two of the quests are history makers:

1) Jenna Talackova for fighting to change transphoic policies in the Miss Universe Organization as well as being the first Transgender contestant.

2) Earvin “Magic” Johnson being the first high profile athlete/celebrity to come out with having HIV, and for bringing awareness to having a life with HIV.

Johnson is seen as an important part of society and history. 

Will Talackova be treated  and remembered with such respect?  That’s not the view I was shown today.

If I’ve been transphobic or said anything wrong in this article please comment and let me know.  Peace.

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GUARD YOUR IDEAS!

Do you have an idea for a project you’re working on?  

Guard it!

I had an idea stolen from me recently.

After contemplating over the situation for a month I have come up with some basic strategies to guard my ideas and strategies for what to do if an idea gets stolen from you.

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WHEN A POET DIES

When A Poet Dies

By Jorge Antonio Vallejos

Last week today I found out Adrienne Rich, 82, the well-known American poet, past on (1929-2012).  I read the thoughts of mourners posted on Face Book.  Sadness prevailed. 

Adrienne Rich is someone I knew by name only.  Rich was recommended to me by my friend Marcia: “You must read Adrienne Rich!” said Marica as she gave me two of Rich’s books. 

My friend Catherine said I would love Rich after she saw my VLOG “FREE BOOKS!!!” where I talked of the books Marcia gave me.

Still, I felt no deep sadness about Rich’s passing.

The sadness I felt, and which I expressed in my obituary for Rich, did not come from a place of connection to her body of work, it came from me being connected to her politics, process, and persistence–poetry. 

When a poet dies I feel that we lose a truth teller; we lose a brave person who put their beliefs out there for everyone to see and sometimes their life on the line because of it; we lose a teacher.

Rich did all of the above.

But she wasn’t perfect, nobody is.

While there was celebration for Rich there was also valid criticism.

A comment posted under my obituary for Rich pointed out that Rich was transphobic.  Proof of Rich’s transphobia was given via a quote by Rich from a very famous book which is an attack on Trans women.

The truth came out about the truth teller.

I approved the comment because I am for truth.  And I think it’s OK to have the bad pointed out about someone; it shows they were human, they were flawed, they had learning to do, all of which applies to everyone.

Rich’s corrupt view of Trans women doesn’t take away from the good work she did in her life.  She stood up against war; she turned down an award by President Clinton because of his contradictory politics; she taught underprivileged youth how to read and write; she opened doors for queer and women writers; and the list goes on.

This is not a defense of Rich.  I’m not a fan.  Maybe I will be after studying her work.

I just wonder what will come out after my favorite poet, Chrystos, dies?  The critiques are already there: “Chrystos is so angry”; “Chrystos hates white people”; “Chrystos is racist”. 

I disagree.

First, what is wrong with being angry?  Wasn’t Martin Luther King angry?  There is corrosive and productive anger.  And who are we to judge why someone is angry?  Have we lived Chrystos’ life? 

And what happens when a poet dies? 

I’m talking about a real poet, one who has something to say, one who studies the written word, one who puts themselves out there, one who effects change in society and people.

For me, one such poet is to be honoured, studied, and be inspired by. 

Rich said horrible things about Trans Women.  And she said great things in challenge to peoples and ideologies that oppressed people like her as well as Trans women.

I’ll take the good from Rich, remember the bad so as not to follow in her footsteps, and grow as a poet and person.

When a poet dies we lose a great deal which most of society doesn’t realize: honesty, challenge, and change.

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MARCH 2012: FREE BOOKS, STRIKES, A ONE PERSON BAND, AND A POET GONE

March 2012: Free Books, Strikes, A One Person Band, and a Poet Gone

By Jorge Antonio Vallejos

So, the first quarter of 2012 is gone.  It’s been a good one.

March was eventful, different, and fun; I: 

  1. was named one of top five blogs to follow by www.firstpeoplesdirections.org
  2. did my first VLOG
  3. interviewed Toronto Public Library Workers on Strike
  4.  wrote my fist obituary

March has seen the most of me in the entire time that I’ve been doing blackcoffeepoet.com.

Why?

I’ve been listening to you, my readers, those who have emailed, about seeing more of me:

Where is the blackcoffeepoet?  Who is the blackcoffeepoet?  Where is your writing?

March has seen BCP via videos and my writing, non-review and non-interview writing. 

I always tell people that blackcoffeepoet.com is about me and isn’t about me.  It’s my website but I focus on other people and artists.  Once in a while I insert myself via a video of me reading and some personal writing. 

After getting emails from you all about seeing more of the blackcoffeepoet, me, I decided that this year would be a little different; I’d feature people like I always do for three weeks of every month and then do one week of me: my personal writing and a video.  

This past month I put myself in a lot more than one week while highlighting others.

March saw blackcoffeepoet.com feature two Arab artists: a musician who is a one-person-band named Maintenance Request Form, and Adam Abbas, a Toronto poet.  So two weeks were dedicated to folk other than myself.  And I stuck to the mandate: peoples of colour.

Finding out that I was named one of TOP 5 Blogs to follow was amazing!  It was validation for all the hard work I do: work of passion; work via persistence; work of love.  Many of you congratulated me and I very much appreciate that. 

What was also exciting and new was doing my fist VLOG: FREE BOOKS!!!  I talked about 45 books that were given to me by my neighbour Marcia.  Yes, 45 books!  She was moving out and needed to get rid of stuff.  Books being part of it. 

My two hours at Marcia’s were a “bibliophile’s dream” as one of my friends put it.  I couldn’t have said it any better. 

I wrote about Marcia’s gift and did the VLOG as a visual companion where I showed and talked a little about the books. 

Another new thing I did was almost a full week of video interviews followed by an obituary.

After taking a seminar with the 1491s in February I learned that as an artist sometimes I have to jump on things.  My jumping was on the story of Toronto Public Library Workers being on strike.  I love the Toronto Public Library!  I’m a writer largely because of the Toronto Public Library.  I attended so many events and workshops and readings there as  a kid and I took out books on a weekly basis. 

Standing in front of the Toronto Reference Library I conducted 3 interviews: 

  1. Four library workers laid down why they were striking
  2. Readers and patrons talked about why they missed the library
  3. A library worker talked about health, safety, and service concerns

The month ended on a sad note: Adrienne Rich, the great American poet died.  I wrote an obituary for her.  Rich is not a poet that I am very familiar with but it made sense to honour her as she broke down doors for people like me to do the work I do.

March is gone.

It was good.

We’ll see what April brings.

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R.I.P ADRIENNE RICH (1929-2012)

On Wednesday I found out the great American poet Adrienne Rich, 82, past on the day before.  Many expressed disbelief and sadness on Facebook.  I wasn’t too shocked or sad.  I recently learned about Rich from my friend Marcia who was a big fan and gave me two books written by Rich. 

Reading about Rich these past few days has me sad that a poet died; a poet who spoke truth; a poet who fought for the underdog; a poet who opened doors for young writers like me.

Rich was bold and had integrity.  She left her husband so she could live the life she wanted to live, and she didn’t just write about having a certain politic, she practiced it.  In 1997 she refused the National Medal for the Arts given out by the President of the United States who was then Bill Clinton.

In a letter to the former President she wrote: “The radical disparities of wealth and power in America are widening at a devastating rate…A president cannot meaningfully honor certain token artists while the people at large are so dishonored.”

Five years later, 2003, Rich refused to partake in a poetry symposium held at the White House in protest of the U.S led invasion of Iraq. 

Rich accepted awards and acclaim when she felt it was right.  Her work earned her many fellowships and writing prizes:

Yale Younger Poets Prize

MacArthur “Genius” Fellowship

2 Guggenheim Fellowships

Bollingen Prize

Brandeis Creative Arts Medal

Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize

Wallace Stevens Award

National Book Award

Dorothy Tanning Award

Rich matched her art with her politics.  She was a proud lesbian, feminist, and socialist who stamped her beliefs in print.

“For me, socialism represents moral value — the dignity and human rights of all citizens,” said Rich to the San Francisco Chronicle in 2005. “That is, the resources of a society should be shared and the wealth redistributed as widely as possible.”

Rich started teaching underprivileged kids in New York and then taught at prestigious universities and colleges such as Columbia, Stanford, Rutgers, and Cornell to name a few.

Born in Baltimore and living her las days in Santa Cruz, Rich leaves behind three children and a huge legacy.

“You must read Adrienne Rich!” said my friend Marcia when giving me 45 books last month, two being Adrienne Rich’s Poetry and Adrienne Rich: Poems Selected and New 1950-1974

I’ll start with these two and then move on. 

What Kind of Times Are These

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill


and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows

near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted

who disappeared into those shadows.

I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled

this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,


our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,


its own ways of making people disappear.

I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods


meeting the unmarked strip of light—


ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:


I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell you


anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these


to have you listen at all, it’s

necessary
to talk about trees.


by Adrienne Rich


from The Fact of a Doorframe – Selected Poems 1950-2000

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