Thursday, August 11, 2011

When the Entitled Riot

"Riots reveal London's two disparate worlds," reads one headline. "Britons ask: What caused the violence and outbursts?" inquires another. Theories fly. Racial epithets litter the internet landscape. But two things are clear: Britons are afraid and Britons are angry.
Like other rioter theorist out there, I believe one can find a corollary between the London/UK riots of 2011 and the France 2005 riots. France saw racial and ethnic tensions reach a boiling point after a few questionable police interactions with certain youth groups. For weeks France was rocked, and the world riveted, by riots and protests throughout the streets of France. The problem, many say, was with how the French—and for that matter most of Europe—deal with immigration and cultural assimilation or blending. Many European nations pride themselves on their ethnic "purity." Swedes pay enormous amounts in taxes but are happy to do so because Swedes feel it is their duty to support other Swedes. But when pressed as to what a "Swede" is, a few people sound a bit like a noted "Mien Kampf" author discussing "racial purity." (Godwin's Law is real)
This feeling a nationalistic/ethnic pride causes a small problem when immigrants arrive on the lauded shores/borders of these titans of history. The nationalistic fervor that extols the superiority of each individual nation seems to only fall along ethnic lines. Immigrants are never seen as "French" or "Swede." Immigrants are encouraged to keep their cultural identity, to not assimilate into the general national culture. This creates a small problem when the 2nd generation arrives.
Children born to immigrants in many European nations feel isolated from both worlds: the old and new. Their parents don't act "European" and the children have to ties or affiliation with the old world, the home of their parents. The youth feel lost. They don't feel like they belong in their current European home, but they don't feel any longing for the one their family left behind. They are a generation without a home. But these youths are educated with the rest of the "true" citizens and they begin to have the same dreams and hopes that the "true" citizens do. They dream of the homes along the boulevards and avenues. They hope for the country estate a few miles outside of town. They pray for the job that will lead them from the poverty that many immigrants languish in.
But what many youth, both "true" citizen and immigrant is that jobs that pay enough for them to afford a comfortable lifestyle are almost non-existent. (Note: I said comfortable, not extravagant. Comfortable entails meeting cost-of-living and being able to save for an actual retirement.) The youth are angry that a dream sold to them by their parents doesn't quite carry the value the parents warranted it did. The youth are seeking the "security" the parents sold to them as it has finally "matured." However, the parents neglected to finance the security and have since defaulted on the note and left no insurer to carry the bond on the dream-deferred.
One article on the UK riots cited a report that concluded that a citizen of London, earning an average wage, would have to save his or her salary for 31 years to then be able to afford a London house. A certain London house was just sold ("straight cash homie" - Randy Moss) for $47 million, while 22 other bidders (also straight cash) lost out.
The replies from this side of the pond concern the plight of the "disenfranchised youth" has been that all too familiar refrain of "get a job" with verses of "work harder" and "stop being lazy" making the cut on the "they are all entitled" soundtrack. (Don't look to buy the soundtrack however, as the price is out of reach for 98% of Americans.)
I once believed, like the countless many in America, that hard work alone is enough to raise one out of his seemingly ignominious situation. The poor are blamed for being poor. We say that the poor are lazy and don't work hard. We denigrate the poor and say they are the cause of them being poor. However, the youth have worked hard. They've done what was asked yet when they came seeking their reward for their hard work, they received further assurances that with just a bit more work they can reach that pie in the sky. The youth watched their parents, who rarely worked as teens and young adult (we haven't forgotten Woodstock and "free love" even if the hash crazed coma you were in caused you to), succeeded and achieved more than the generation before them.
That was the dream that was sold to us: work hard and eventually you'll be better off than we are. That was the same dream sold to our parents. But when we awakened from our juvenile stupor and began to take those first few trembling steps as adults, we realized that the dream hadn't come into fruition. We weren't asking for private jets upon college graduation, all we wanted was the ability to afford a Mazda, maybe a Honda if we at the top of the class. But we got none of that.
So yes, we the youth are entitled. But not in an over-privileged, bratty, "gimme-now" kind of way.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Season of Bey

My writer friend has declared the holiday season the "Season of Bey"—as in the time of year when Beyoncé appears on every young child's television and sings them songs that they dance to are then made into YouTube videos.

So I watched the Beyoncé special and what she said was something that I've been hearing a lot of lately—hard work. I think I'm allergic to hard work. Hard work eats away at my soul and a piece of me dies just by thinking about. I'm lazy. There. I said it. It's in the open now. You all know my shameful secret. But because I believe in "signs from the Universe," I interpreted the oft repeated message as a plea from the Universe asking me to give more, to try harder, and to be more determined. So that's my goal for right now.

In a bit of personal introspection I began to speak to myself as the me who I wanted to become one day. That version of me told me how important law school was to personal and professional development. At the time I was studying for a Federal Jurisdiction final. The class was ridiculously hard and should never be taught. But thanks to God in Heaven I made it through. [As of this writing, my grade has not been released or even calculated. But I know that I passed.] I may have not gotten an A in Fed Jur, but I gained something vastly more important: a hint of a work ethic. [How cliché does that sound?] Work ethic = Holiday gift #1.

So my "future self" tells me that law school got me to "wake up." I had been asleep at the wheel for so long I felt as if that was living, as if never trying was the way to go. I had taken solace in the false theory that if I never tried, but knew I could do whatever task I had just failed, then I had somehow won. But of course the Universe was tired of me having believing that lie so it brought me to J.K. Rowling. Her story about her life and the lessons she taught inspired me. Of course, that was the point, and for a woman who wrote a fascinating story about fantasy, magic, love, and fear, inspiration probably comes easy. However, the ease in which she inspires doesn't lessen the impact of her words: "It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you fail by default." That fear of failing is what, I believe, first forced me to create the theory that plagued me and caused me to fail anyway. However, the words resonated within me and reopened the dreams that I'd packaged up and hidden away for fear of never living them. She continued the task that law school had begun to awaken me from the sleep that fear had placed me under. Waking up = Holiday gift #2.

So I've received two great gifts this "Season of Bey." And yes, these are things that everyone knows already, but for me, it's something to be able to look at your life and see where you'll be based upon the decisions you're currently making and then have the opportunity to do something about it. So I wish you all a happy "Season of Bey."

Thursday, August 26, 2010

A Blessing in the Storm

I don't know how to embed video, but this is great song by Kirk Franklin.

He Saw The Best

He saw the best in me when everyone else around, could only see the worst in me.

From "The Best In Me" by Marvin Sapp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mV6LsR2jCjs