Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Leahy Caves To Republicans On Immigration

http://thehill.com/homenews/senate/301189-leahy-withdraws-same-sex-marriage-amendment-from-immigration-bill

Senate Judiciary Chairman Patrick Leahy (D-Vt.) withdrew a controversial amendment to the immigration bill on Tuesday that would allow American citizens in same-sex marriages to sponsor green cards for their foreign partners.

Leahy said he chose to withdraw the amendment "with a heavy heart" because Republicans have said they would oppose the sweeping immigration bill if it was included.“I take the Republican sponsors of this important legislation at their word that they will abandon their own efforts if discrimination is removed from our immigration system,” Leahy said. “So, with a heavy heart, and as a result of my conclusion that Republicans will kill this vital legislation if this anti-discrimination amendment is added, I will withhold calling for a vote on it. But I will continue to fight for equality.”

Other Democrats on the committee, including Sens. Charles Schumer (D-N.Y.) and Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.), gave impassioned speeches in favor of Leahy's amendment but ultimately said they didn't want to hurt the immigration bill's chance of passing.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Sound of Stigma - by Mark King

June #188 : The Sound of Stigma - by Mark S. King

Stigma is insidiously quiet. It is conjured in the mind, born of discomfort and fear, and then it is projected at “the other” among us. It judges them and isolates them. And it happens without a sound.Stigma lets us take comfort in seeing things in others about which, we believe, they must be ashamed. It is a lazy way to feel better about ourselves—and therefore a popular human activity—and gay men are remarkably good at it. So many of us survive childhood taunts that by the time we come of age we have developed fairly lethal claws of our own. We know how to hurt others before they can hurt us.But when the AIDS pandemic began over 30 years ago, gay men learned that  whatever cleverness we possessed was no match for a crisis that questioned nothing less than our existence on this earth. Churches said we were damned. Politicians wanted us quarantined.

Gay men prefer to remember the earliest days of AIDS as a heroic time, and there is no doubt that many of us behaved that way, but stigma also was a fearsome, daily aspect of our lives in the early 1980s. Heterosexual parents were not the only people disowning someone with an AIDS diagnosis. Gay men also were driven by ignorance and fear. We kicked out our sick roommates. We refused to give them manicures or cut their hair. We turned away from their sunken faces at the neighborhood bar, when they had the guts to show up at all.Once the initial hysteria subsided and the virus and its routes of transmission were identified, stigma between gay men calmed somewhat, if only because there was so much work to be done to care for the dying. Our brothers with AIDS were not so much stigmatized as pitied for their loss of dignity and humiliating deaths. They were tragic victims, exalted as martyrs.

Until they weren’t. With the advent of breakthrough treatment in 1996, the dying nearly stopped in its tracks. Patients got up from their deathbeds and rejoined the living. There were cheers all around. Within a few years, even the word “AIDS” had nearly disappeared from the gay lexicon.Those former patients, and the many gay men with HIV to come after them, had no interest in playing tragedy, or in being wizened and terminal and predictable. They wanted to take their rightful places in our social scene, to date and fall in love, to enjoy the bars and the clubs and the house parties. They wanted to laugh and dance and live.And fuck.And that is when, in the deviously quiet way in which stigma operates, all hell broke loose. We built social fortresses to separate Us from Them. We didn’t have to bother labeling one another because the disease did it for us, creating an HIV hierarchy that started with “positive” and “negative.”The more HIV treatments improved, the wider the viral divide became. Our mutual resentments and jealousies worsened. As the physical scars of AIDS faded—the skin lesions, the wasted faces—our anxiety level rose as HIV status became less apparent. You can just imagine the frustration of the discerning gay man, no longer capable of telling the positive from the negative. Where’s the comfort of stigmatizing someone when you can’t tell who they are?Today, our attitudes about HIV and other gay men range from self-righteousness to outright contempt. From whatever our vantage point, we have shamed and stigmatized everyone else into a corner, and the result is a community in revolt against itself. We are a snake eating its tail.It might be easy to doubt this gloomy view of the gay community. None of us like to believe ourselves guilty of treating “the other” badly. The only thing we admit for sure is that we have been mistreated and misunderstood. Our self-interest is telling.  Maybe the problem is that, beyond the convenient anonymity of online  hookup sites or mobile apps, you don’t usually see HIV stigma in all of its black-and-white ugliness. You don’t hear its voice.

Listen closely to the ugly words of stigma. A special version even exists for the newly diagnosed.Gay men who get infected today are out of their minds. They are the failed ones, the grave disappointments, the apathetic, the careless, the irresponsible. They spit upon the memories of our courageous dead. They have no respect for our history, for our monumental tragedy.We might make motions to comfort them, but it is the kind of patronizing back-patting that we reserve for the truly stupid. We tell them they will be fine, really, and we don’t look them in the eyes for very long. Our weary judgment shows.Never mind that they are guilty of nothing more than being human, of being in love or getting drunk or trusting the wrong person or saying yes when they should have said no. Their weak excuses will be met with furrowed brows, and their dating life will wither. They will be marked and socially downgraded. They should be ashamed, and something inside us hopes that they are.Do you hear it? Keep listening. There is so much more to say.Before long, those newly diagnosed will join the promiscuous ranks of sexually active HIV-positive men. They are the unclean ones, the barebackers trolling the Internet, the murderers with tainted blood on their hands, the crystal meth addicts lounging in bathhouses with the door ajar. They are the unrepentant, the whores, the vile merchants of death.

Never mind that these men struggle to disclose their status, that they are routinely rejected socially and sexually, that their waning self-esteem is being strangled by our judgment, that sometimes their lives feel so forsaken they settle on whatever community will have them. The fact that stigma and depression often lead to escapist behavior is of no interest to us. We fear they could be having more sex than we are—hotter sex maybe—and the chance it might not be hurting anyone is infuriating. They should be ashamed, and we will make damn sure that they are.The lowest rung of the gay HIV hierarchy is inhabited by older gay men who have lived with the virus for decades. They are the dependent ones, the sunken-faced humpbacks cashing their disability checks and wiling away their days sipping coffee in Café Disabilité. They are the aging invisibles and the sexually worthless.They try to mask their feeble wasting with testosterone injections and protein shakes and facial fillers, but we know the truth. We see. They remind us of our darkest days, these unwelcome relics, and though we ignore them their haunting persists, in the daylight of the grocery store and the darkness of the bars. We avert our eyes and anticipate their extinction.Never mind that they were among our earliest activists, our courageous long-term survivors, the men who scrawled words like “empowerment” and “advocacy” across the bureaucracies of their time.

Forget that they have seen death in obscene quantity, that whatever joy they possess is a triumph of spirit. They should be ashamed, but we don’t regard them with enough interest to care.Do the words sound familiar at all? Do you hear the voice? It isn’t nearly done.Take a hard look at HIV-negative gay men. They are the superior ones, the corrupt morality police, the hypocrites, the gentlemen in waiting. Above all else they are the supremely lucky, because they can’t possibly live by the crushing code of conduct they impose on the rest of us.They reject us as damaged goods. They promote how “drug and disease free” they are. They publicly advertise their outdated HIV results. They tell us we would make better friends than sex partners and then they don’t call again. They find clean, disease-free love with other, similarly superior men so they might have a life out of reach of the great unwashed.Never mind that they have successfully avoided infection thus far, that they have buried friends and comforted lovers, that they withstand the unnerving ritual of HIV testing and worry about whether or not they will pass or fail. And please, pay no attention to the fact that they fear HIV stigma at least as much as positive men do, which is one compelling reason they hold tight to their negative status with such fervor.

None of their circumstances can excuse their indictment of the rest of us. We marvel at their lack of shame, and wonder bitterly if their attitudes might change if they became infected.At least they don’t suffer the same wrath as do HIV-negative men taking Truvada, the HIV medication used as a pre-exposure prophylaxis, or PrEP. They are the traitorous ones, thumbing their noses at their elevated negative status by intentionally dipping themselves in the viral soup of casual sex. They are obviously barebacking infected guys or they wouldn’t be popping pills that blunt the consequences of being a poz-loving slut.And God help those who don’t admit they are infected and have sex with a negative person, because they are the criminal ones, the terrorists, the dangerous liars who must pay dearly for what they’ve done. They belong in jail and off the streets, like drug dealers and rapists.Never mind that, for reasons we all well know, they can’t always bring themselves to disclose, that they may use condoms, that they may be adherent to their meds and undetectable, and that no single case of an undetectable person transmitting the virus has ever been verified. Disregard the fact that conservative lawmakers and prosecutors are more than happy to exploit our thirst for vengeance and lock up some diseased fags who dare to have sex at all. Forget that during the first years of AIDS, when the virus reliably killed you, those who became infected took personal responsibility and called their doctors to start treatment and not the police to press charges.That is the sound of stigma. It is bitter and rageful and terribly afraid. I can hear my own tones in it, like a voice in a chorus, when it says the words I would never admit to thinking. Do you hear your own?

Gay men have known since the AIDS pandemic began that empowerment is the antidote to stigma, that the more proactively we approach our health care and build support networks, the less stigmatized we feel. The answer lies in our refusal to be marked and shamed. But our own community challenges us at every turn.Stigma operates exactly like the deadly virus we claim to oppose: It infects pieces of us and then turns those factions against the rest, until the entire body is weakened and vulnerable. We all know how that process ends.That is what the gay community has become. We are AIDS itself.When HIV disease is over—and some day it surely will be—our jubilation will be beyond all imagining. We will have finally put an end to the health crisis that has plagued us for generations, a crisis that polarized nearly everyone, most particularly us as gay men. And once the celebrations fade, another equally important moment will come.We will take a look around at our friends and lovers on both sides of the viral divide—at all of our brothers whom we stigmatized for one reason or another—and our old judgments will be transformed to a deep regret. Hopefully, in that moment, a certain kind of grace will emerge. We will clearly see the deep, private wounds of HIV stigma, and we will finally allow that we are all simply and imperfectly human. And then everyone will have some explaining to do.It wouldn’t be too soon for that moment to happen now.

Go to blogs.poz.com/marksking and myfabulousdisease.com to read more by Mark S. King.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Musically and joyfully spirited away


Musically and joyfully spirited away

Musically and joyfully spirited away
Bobby McFerrin, best remembered for infamous and ridiculously catchy "Don't Worry, Be Happy," held his audience captive for 90 minutes in a triumphant and inspiring display of some of the most joyful music-making I have ever witnessed. McFerrin's mellow, peaceful nature on stage did not disguise an obvious exuberance for the message of celebrating faith and the human spirit through music on this tour (and his latest album),spirityouall.
The evening was packed with a diverse selection of musical genres, from gospel to Latin to R&B to bluegrass and beyond arranged by band member Gil Goldstien. In an homage to his father Robert McFerrin, famed operatic baritone and specialist in spirituals, McFerrin included a few familiar gospel tunes on his spirityouall project. His fresh treatments of these tunes were each more interesting than the last, including a vampy, relaxed "Every Time I Feel the Spirit," subdued and folksy "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," and a jazzy up-tempo shuffle reworking of "Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho."
Despite the 1000+ people in attendance, McFerrin created an intimate, welcoming, and comfortable atmosphere. Time especially seemed to pause during his a cappella mini-set of two short songs. Accompanying himself by singing bass line, harmony, and melody all at once through clever rhythms, nearly undetectable breaths, and a constant, clear tonal center, McFerrin convinced the listeners they were hearing all lines at once, with rarely a break in the sound. His finely tuned techniques included impeccable scat singing, thoughtful yet still organic phrasing, percussive chest taps, incredible sustain, and circular breathing. Appropriate application of his wide-ranging vocal timbre—from nasal to breathy to full and rich—added depth to every work.
Opening up his musical world further, McFerrin invited a few brave and impressive audience members to join him in singing a couple of choruses of "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands." It was impossible to suppress a big goofy smile during this song (and several others) for not only the happy nostalgia it evokes, but often the sheer silliness of McFerrin's interpretation. Throughout the concert he flexed his improvisatory muscles by sneaking in snippets of popular themes from TV and film (Green Acres and "I'm Late" from Disney's Alice in Wonderland), classical standards (Bolero and Peter and the Wolf), and switching from a schmaltzy Elvis Presley impression to a slinky lounge singer to a squeaky, twee baby-voice.
The concert wasn't necessarily all feel-good, however. McFerrin showed off a rougher, tougher edge with down n' dirty blues renditions of "Fix Me, Jesus," "Wade in the Water," and a gritty, feel-it-in-your-belly setting of Psalm 25:15. These still fit with the theme and energy, though, as a raw emotional release through highly spiritual lyrics. One of my favorite songs of the night was "Woe," a sorrowful, soulful R&B McFerrin original, as well as the set list closer "Rest/Yes Indeed," an upbeat bluegrass-inspired medley also penned by McFerrin.
Bobby McFerrin (Photo by Carol Friedman)McFerrin brought with him a strong foundation of multifaceted musicians. Each artist was allowed time to shine through solos and other moments highlighting his abilities throughout the show. Apart from the stellar arranging, Gil Goldstein effortlessly played keyboards and accordion. Armand Hirsch and David Mansfield laid down energetic guitar rhythms, with Mansfield further expanding the group's sound by providing violin, mandolin, and lap steel guitar expertise. Jeff Carney's bass solos often rivaled McFerrin's scatting, and drummer/bass ukulele player Louis Cato shined not only on his instruments but as backup vocalist, too.
Concluding the show, McFerrin took requests from the audience for his encore. Inevitably, "Be Happy" was called out, to which McFerrin calmly replied, "I am happy, thank you very much" before performing a brief interpretation of the Beatles' "Blackbird" which morphed into Bob Dylan's "I Shall Be Released" and eventually the American spiritual "Glory, Glory (Lay My Burden Down)."
REVIEW:Harriman-Jewell SeriesBobby McFerrin: spirityouallFriday, April 26, 2013Helzberg Hall, Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts1601 Broadway Blvd., Kansas City, MOFor more information, visit http://hjseries.org
Top Photo: Bobby McFerrin (Phoot by Carol Friedman)

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The World Is a Battlefield: Jeremy Scahill on "Dirty Wars" and Obama’s Expanding Drone Attacks


I've become increasingly obsessed with Democracy Now, and Amy Goodman. Here she features another brilliant reporter Jeremy Scahill talking about drones, assassinations and the POTUS killing Americans. The trailer for his new movie "Dirty Wars" is chilling to say the least:



TUESDAY, APRIL 23, 2013

Jeremy Scahill: The Secret Story Behind Obama’s Assassination of Two Americans in Yemen

The Obama administration’s assassination of two U.S. citizens in 2011, Anwar al-Awlaki and his 16-year-old Denver-born son Abdulrahman, is a central part of Jeremy Scahill’s new book, "Dirty Wars: The World Is a Battlefield." The book is based on years of reporting on U.S. secret operations in Yemen, Somalia and Afghanistan. While the Obama administration has defended the killing of Anwar, it has never publicly explained why Abdulrahman was targeted in a separate drone strike two weeks later. Scahill reveals CIA Director John Brennan, Obama’s former senior adviser on counterterrorism and homeland security, suspected that the teenager had been killed "intentionally." "The idea that you can simply have one branch of government unilaterally and in secret declare that an American citizen should be executed or assassinated without having to present any evidence whatsoever, to me, is a — we should view that with great sobriety about the implications for our country," says Scahill, national security correspondent for The Nation magazine. Today the U.S. Senate is preparing to hold its first-ever hearing on the Obama administration’s drone and targeted killing program. However, the Obama administration is refusing to send a witness to answer questions about the program’s legality. "Dirty Wars" is also the name of a new award-winning documentary by Scahill and Rick Rowley, which will open in theaters in June. We air the film’s new trailer. Click here to watch Part 2 of this interview.