Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Hurrah! Gov. Snyder vetoed the guns bill!

Hurrah! Gov. Snyder vetoed the guns bill! Now we'll have to move to Tennesee if we want armed teachers in the classroom.


http://tpmdc.talkingpointsmemo.com/2012/12/tennessee-armed-teachers.php

Veto SB 59! No guns in my children's schools! - NAM EthnoBlog

Excerpt from my article in New America Media:
My kids are remarkably blase about fire drills, tornado drills, lockdown drills. They've been prepped for everything. The coded PA announcement that triggers a lockdown is eerily benign. My daughter explains that they have two different kinds of lockdowns with two different protocols--one when there is an intruder inside the building and another when there is something wierd/dangerous going on in the neighborhood/outside the building. It is how unperturbed they are that strikes me.
Thanks to all our teachers. They don't pay you enough to have to deal with this, let alone to have to shoot back.
click on link for whole article: Veto SB 59! No guns in my children's schools! - NAM EthnoBlog

Monday, December 17, 2012

Remembering Senator Daniel Inouye

Telling 8 year old Little Brother the story of Senator Daniel Inouye tonight and hoping he learns integrity and humility and total badassness-- "When asked in recent days how he wanted to be remembered, Senator Inouye said, "I represented the people of Hawaii and this nation honestly and to the best of my ability. I think I did OK.""

senator daniel inouye dies at 88 | AngryAsianMan.com

So badass! here's the story straight from the source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6MCHjb50S20

another badass story about breaking the color barrier in the house of reps http://vimeo.com/5997922

Thanks so much, Senator Inouye, for your leadership and all you did for our communities.

Monday, October 22, 2012

"What do you mean you don't vote? How can you not vote?" - NAM EthnoBlog

We came up over the rise as the highway curved and my breath caught in my throat. The Washington Monument. The Jefferson Memorial. So beautiful and serene in the morning mist.

My uncle was driving me into Washington DC for the day, and I suddenly realized that I have not been here since I was a child. I quickly flashed through my memory of our family photo albums and I recalled that photo of me and my cousins and aunties standing on the steps of the National Zoo after seeing the pandas. My brother was in a stroller, so I must have been nine, at most ten. “I don’t think I’ve been here since that last family reunion in 19-when-was-it?” Could it be? My uncle and I flipped through our collective memories of family reunions past. We recalled another family reunion for my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary, but that was in suburban Maryland, so we never went into the city.

But Washington always seems so present; like the cousin you never see but whose mom constantly keeps you up-to-date.

click on link for whole article: "What do you mean you don't vote? How can you not vote?" - NAM EthnoBlog

Saturday, October 20, 2012

"We're a Culture not a Costume" campaign by Ohio University's Students Teaching Against Racism in Society (STARS)


Remember last year's great "We're a Culture not a Costume" poster campaign by Ohio University's Students Teaching Against Racism in Society (STARS)? They're back! This year's message: "You wear the costume for one night. I wear the stigma for life." Six powerful new posters. http://www.ohio.edu/orgs/stars/Poster_Campaign.html

Poster Campaign

Friday, October 19, 2012

Chicago is the World » “What do you mean you don’t vote? How can you not vote?”

idealistic musings, washington adventure stories, shoutouts to get out the vote folks:

We came up over the rise as the highway curved and my breath caught in my throat. The Washington Monument. The Jefferson Memorial. So beautiful and serene in the morning mist.
My uncle was driving me into Washington DC for the day, and I suddenly realized that I have not been here since I was a child. I quickly flashed through my memory of our family photo albums and I recalled that photo of me and my cousins and aunties standing on the steps of the National Zoo after seeing the pandas. My brother was in a stroller, so I must have been nine, at most ten. “I don’t think I’ve been here since that last family reunion in 19-when-was-it?” Could it be? My uncle and I flipped through our collective memories of family reunions past. We recalled another family reunion for my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary, but that was in suburban Maryland, so we never went into the city.
But Washington always seems so present; like the cousin you never see but whose mom constantly keeps you up-to-date.

click link for whole article: Chicago is the World » “What do you mean you don’t vote? How can you not vote?”