Thursday, November 17, 2016

English Translation of El Derecho de Vivir en Paz

Earlier today when I imported posts from an old blog, I came across my translation of "Alfonsia y el Mar." I had always wanted to do more translations of my favorite songs, so today I did "El Derecho de Vivir en Paz" by Victor Jara. You can listen to the song here. Jara was a Chilean folk singer who was brutally murdered by the 1973 coup. Legend has it that even as he was being tortured, he never stopped singing songs of revolution.

My translation isn't quite literal. It is written so it can be sung to the original tune.

El Derecho de Vivir en Paz
by Victor Jara

We have the right to live.
The poet Ho Chi Minh
exposes his Vietnam
to the rest of humanity.
The trenches where green rice grows
won't disappear in gun smoke.
We have the right to live in peace.

Indochina is the land
beyond the ocean and sand
where flower blossoms bloom
with genocide and napalm.
An explosion replaces the moon,
and silences all but doom,
We have the right to live in peace.

Uncle Ho, we have a song,
that's burning with our pure love.
It's a dovecote with a dove,
an olive fruit in the grove.
It's the universal song--
a chain that links all of mankind.
We have the right to live in peace.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Reads: Four Middle-Grade Novels

I've been working on a manuscript for the past two months. I wasn't sure if it should be a young adult or a middle-grade novel, so I have been doing reading in both genres to become more familiar with what they entail. These are short reviews for the middle-grade books I read. Most of them are probably suitable for readers ages 8 to 12. Doing reading in this genre helped me learn that what I'm writing is definitely for a young adult audience.

The Midwife's Apprentice by Karen Cushman

This book is wonderfully written with vivid details that bring 13th century England to life. It begins with our orphan hero clinging to a dung heap for warmth. The plot was fairly simple--a nameless waif gains an identity by helping others--but it didn't shy away from the brutalities of Medieval life. I also learned a lot of great archaic superstitions, like smearing crane's blood on a pregnant woman will ease contractions.

Addie and the King of Hearts by Gail Rock

The story, told in 86 pages, is pretty simple. 13-year old Addie has a crush on her teacher, preferring his sophisticated conversations on art to the teasing of her classmate Billy. Her widowed father also has just begun dating again. But during the Valentine's Day dance, Addie learns that love can often be unexpected, and your dreams don't always go according to plan. I enjoyed seeing Addie grow up in the course of the book. The prologue and epilogue, narrated by the adult Addie looking back at her childhood in the 1940s, helped to create this perspective of growth and change.

Three Days by Donna Jo Napoli

When 11-year old Jackie's father collapses while they are driving down a highway in Italy, she doesn't know what to do. She attempts to wave cars down, but everyone in this foreign country seems cruelly indifferent. At last, a car stops and picks up Jackie, but they don't take her to the police or to anyone who can speak English. Instead, the drive her to a remote farmhouse where she is forced to wear the clothes of a girl who is nowhere to be seen.

The writing style of this book is a bit more plain than some of the other middle-grade books I've read recently, like the Midwife's Apprentice, but it still had a very sweet story. It's written in present tense, and I feel like present tense is good at pushing the story forward but makes it hard to find space for rich descriptions. The Italian country side where the bulk of the story took place was still vivid enough to serve it's purpose. The plot twist was pretty obvious to me, but probably wouldn't be to a young child.

The Black Pearl by Scott O'Dell

Ramon is the scrawny 16-year old son of the richest pearl dealer in their small Mexican town. He wants to become a pearl diver so he can claim his manhood by finding the Pearl of Heaven, but his father delegates Ramon to bookkeeping. Instead, Ramon disobeys his father and goes diving in a forbidden cave guarded by Manta Diablo, the monstrous manta ray said to have the ability to shape shift and cover the lagoon in blinding red fog. He finds what is his looking for--a perfect black pearl bigger than anyone has ever seen, but it brings a curse down on Ramon and his family. This book was written like a fable: simple, but very rich in symbolism.

Of all the middle-grade books that I've read recently, this was the only one that I went out of my way to get. The rest were all things I stumbled on randomly at thrift stores or little libraries. That is because the book I'm writing also has to do with a young person discovering a pearl, and I wanted to be sure that the similarities ended there. I'm pleased to say they do.

Why I'm Afraid of Talking About Politics

I said in my last post that I don't want to talk a lot about politics on this blog. This more than anything is based on fear: fear that having public political opinions could affect my career or friendships, fear of being mobbed on the internet, as well as a general fear I have expressing myself. But I also believe that part of the reason we are in this mess is because people like me do stay quiet. If people who care what other's think of them don't speak, the only people left to speak are sociopaths. This feeds SJW culture, which has been allowed to spread its anti-free expression, anti-coalition building agenda with little repudiation from classical liberals, as well as the perception that all Trump voters are all the aggressive white supremacist that troll internet comments.

A lot of my closest friends have told me that I have a perspective they think more people need to hear. They appreciate the connections I make between events any my insights on contemporary culture. But as someone who has struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I'm also always terrified to express my ideas around people I don't know well.

I want to be bolder at expressing my opinions in public, and I think I am working on it. Right now, blogging about politics doesn't seem like the format for me. The moment you write something down, you make it harder to change your opinion later. I wouldn't want to have a hastily made opinion come back to haunt me. Having real dialogue with real people is my goal.

On a side note, I want to bring back this brilliant Bush-era political meme. Though there are a few items that are outdated (see if you can spot the Katrina reference), I think it touches on a lot of the things relevant this election.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Liberal Attacks on Free Speech Cost Us the Election

I try not to talk about politics much on this blog, but like a lot of people I have some concerns about Tuesday that I need to get off my chest. For the past couple years, I've been concerned about the direction liberals have been going. I knew that their chickens were coming home to roost, I just didn't think it would be this year, in this election.

First of all, Clinton lost because she failed to shore up her base, particular in the Rust Belt, where we now know her campaign was underfunded and understaffed. Millions of voters decided they'd rather stay home than vote for a hypocrite who voted to put a wall on the Mexican border in 2006, shilled for her husband's tough on crime bill, and defamed every woman who accused him of sexual harassment, then had the nerve to campaign as a feminist committed to criminal justice reform and immigrant rights. All the polls were wrong because they presumed Clinton would have the same turnout rate Obama did, which was a fallacious assumption. Trump didn't sway many voters with his message. People who were likely to vote Republican voted Republican. Liberals who couldn't stand the thought of voting for someone so blatantly against their interest just didn't vote for her. And I'm not going to blame them. Clinton was a bad candidate and deserved to lose. But the country doesn't deserve to have every branch of the federal government controlled by Republicans.

But my concern isn't primarily Hillary Clinton, who hopefully will finally take the hint that she's not wanted in national politics, it is the silencing tactics and language policing that are so common in liberal enclaves like universities. Students being suspended for private Facebook comments, employees being fired for misinterpreted Twitter jokes, university speech codes and blacklisting speakers have all been in the news a lot the past couple years, and for good reason. These are terrifying attacks on free discourse. Liberals have been told time and time again that these tactics alienate a lot of people, most especially blue collar whites, but they haven't listened. I believe reaction against what is broadly called "political correctness" might have been a factor in some of the states where Trump only narrowly won. I'm less concerned about what Donald Trump will do in the next four years, though I'm sure that will be bad enough, and more concerned that in the face of such resounding failure, liberals will double down on all their mistakes, and thus continue to lose federal elections.

Just days after the election, there were already reports of the University of Louisville suspending a cheerleader for saying on Twitter that she was tired of hearing about sexism and racism. Now I don't agree with her statements, but this isn't the way to bring her over to our side. This is the way to harden her beliefs. This is a way to convince her, wrongly I might add, that whites are the primary victims in this country, or heighten that belief if she has it already. This isn't an isolated incident. Every few months there is a story like this in the news. All it does is feed the alt-right narrative that whites are discriminated against and liberals are totalitarians who want to control speech and thought. Banning certain words, phrases and ideas doesn't stop people from thinking the "wrong" thoughts, all it does is make them frustrated and alienated.

There have already been endless hit pieces decrying racism as the cause of Trump's rise. I won't deny that it's a factor, but it doesn't explain why Trump did better among people of color than Mitt Romney. It doesn't explain why numerous counties Obama won went for Trump, or the individual voters who chose both candidates. We need to go deeper, and the only way to go deeper is to have free and open discourse.

We also need to take a hard look at the language we use to discuss racism and admit why it is alienating to so many people. I'm not telling people of color how to act, as there is certainly a place for their righteous anger. My frustration is aimed at smug white anti-racism allies, who should be the ones listening the to frustrations of working class whites and assure them that their economic concerns are valid and don't conflict with the aims of anti-racism, but they'd rather burn down bridges at every turn, most especially those well-educated, middle class whites who use "white" as an insult. It is a form of virtue signaling that does nothing but drive potential allies away.

The revelation that Clinton's campaign had conspired with journalists to promote her agenda can also be seen as an attack on free discourse and a violation of the supposed independent nature of the press. Her supporters are probably correct that she would have won the Democratic primary regardless, but that doesn't get her off the hook. Nixon would have trounced McGovern even without Watergate. He still had to pay the price for it. Clinton's actions weren't criminal, but the price she had to pay was the loss of trust among young people and blue collar workers who supported Sanders. I'm going to repeat that I don't blame these voters for staying home, voting third party, or leaving the presidential slot blank. Clinton failed them and didn't earn their support. If she was really concerned about the horror of a Trump presidency, she shouldn't have run such a corrupt and incompetent campaign.

Like a lot of people, I took it for granted that people would vote for Clinton despite her corruption, endless scandals, hypocrisy and robotic personality, and despite the well-published liberal attacks on free speech. I voted for her when I turned up at my Massachusetts ballot box, though I made my disdain for her clear to everyone I know. But I didn't campaign for her. If it was Elizabeth Warren, Cory Booker or, yes, Bernie Sanders running, I would have made election calls in swing states every weekend because I could honestly say I would be excited to have them as my president. I'm sure I'm not the only one in that position.

I'm very sorry for the millions of immigrants who now risk deportation and brutal human rights violations from our immigration authorities, I'm sorry for the working class people who are now at risk for losing their healthcare, and I'm sorry for all the other oppressed people who are unsure what the coming years will bring. I wish I had done better for you. I wish our political advocate had done better for you. I wish the discourse had done better for you. We need to regroup and do better next time or the consequences will only get worse. Only two years until midterm elections.

EDIT: Right after I published this piece, my friend sent me the following image. These dumbass campaign managers should be ashamed of themselves. This is exactly what Thomas Frank's latest book was about, Listen, Liberal: Or What Ever Happened to the Party of the People. The Democratic party is systemically ignoring the concerns of the working class in order to attempt to sway Rockefeller Republicans.

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