Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture. Show all posts

Sunday, June 23, 2013

It's Alive!



Now obesity -- getting too fat -- is a disease, too?....According to the AMA it is. "Well pass the new and improved Fin-fin, doctor! I have been telling you for years that I just couldn't help myself away from the buffet table." A report on NPR this week, there was a report that the ability to create steak in the lab is an imminent possibility... Psst, check on that boneless chicken from KFC. In other news, the Supreme Court recently rejected a corporation's claims for an exclusive patent of human genes, albeit on narrow grounds. Maybe the makers of these zombie movies are trying to clue us in on something? Well, sheeple...Red pill, or blue?

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Assalamu Alaikum AND Merry Christmas?


True Story: When I was a child, like most children, I embraced all things Christmas. All the songs, folklore, and enchantment of the season was of interest to me. I was a goner. In fact, the holiday season could not come fast enough. If you think Macy's is bad!...I would start thinking about Christmas time immediately following Indian Summer.

Somewhere along the years, however, the joy of the season gave way to competitive materialism among peers, and creeping anxiety in the family over what to buy and whom to buy for. As a young man, seeking knowledge, wisdom and understanding, I swore off falsehood and fantasy in pursuit of 'true knowledge of self.' That meant that Santa Claus would have to go the way of the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and Sandman. Besides, those stories about Christ and were not lining up with history as I was slowing coming to learn it.


Later, when my adulthood morphed into a raging bachelorhood and all my siblings were grown, I opted out of traditional Christmas time activities. Later still, enters Islam, and there is no point in celebrating at all...Down came the trees and out went the cache of assorted bobbles, and holiday cards. I must admit, I still enjoyed the start of the season though; glad that others were celebrating it. The coming holiday always brought out the best in people -- if only for a little while. Besides, its more of a cultural festival than a profoundly religious exercise for most people anyway...Right?


Fast forward ten or twelve years later with more knowledge wisdom and understanding to draw upon, and stronger in my own faith, I am cool with Christmas time again. I prefer to take a global view of things. If Diwali and Ramadan demonstrate the goodwill and civility of Hindus and Muslims, then Christmas time should be equally received for its goodwill by Westerners. Those who believe, or just like to celebrate the season.

Happy Holidays!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Incarceration Culture

It’s unlike me to openly share thoughts about something as profoundly sad as the loss of a family member. However, the outpouring of concern expressed for our family as a result of Scott Godfrey’s homicide compels it. And when real explanations are so apparent, there is little need to wonder, why? So, while we wait for justice to ensue, I cannot help but to observe the looming despondency amid the youth of Pleasantville. Anytime you have significant numbers of young people more confident about their ability to navigate their way through family court than they are the graduation requirements of secondary school, you have despondency.

If we make the mistake of over sympathizing with the family of one shooting victim we was loose the moral force to make a difference in the events leading up to the next rash of violence. One day it looks like a shooting. The day prior it looks like a group assault on a student in the broad light of mid-day traffic. What will it look like tomorrow? So, I don’t want people to see Scott’s shooting as disconnected to the larger story. It is not.

This shooting is the result of an increasingly intractable disquiet over Pleasantville; one that has been long developing. Its factors are numerous and various: The struggle to improve academic achievement among students is well known. And the effect of lagging academic success leads to further economic disadvantages locally. Like a cycle, creeping poverty and unemployment rates among residents in the municipality contribute to waves of youth burglaries, assaults and robberies that blight the quality of life and summon more of the same. No, these incidents are certainly not peculiar to Pleasantville, but it seems like the city is accumulating its share more rapidly every year. And, I suspect, at a rate disproportional to the county census.

Still, examining statistics alone runs the risk of detaching people from the heart of the matter. My concern is that Pleasantville is fast becoming irrevocably victimized by a more insidious factor – an incarceration culture that competes as fiercely for the minds and loyalties of the cities’ young as do any of its learning centers, athletic clubs, or houses of worship. It is a culture that results from over exposure to the of criminal justice system. Where young people are not intimidated or ashamed by juvenile court appearances, and where release dates for young adults are regarded as ‘homecomings.’ When the stigma of being incarcerated wanes, and the coping habits of ex-offenders become common place habits among the young and not-so-young in a community, school officials find it nearly impossible to reverse its effects on education.

Needles to say, there is a role for school in the reclamation of the city’s youth. As long as children from families who worship on Sunday continue to fail academically and socially, and the children from families who worship on Friday exhibit a cavalier disregard for instruction, and when children from any background continue to exercise a reflexive defiance of those in authority, there remains a prominent place for clergy too – and anyone else who can turn around this ominous frame of mind.

The next time I am asked, how is your family doing? I may well give into my own impulse to respond honestly by saying… “Fine, Thanks. But how do you think Pleasantville is doing?”

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Book Review



Michael Muhammad Knight chronicles his expansive tour of Muslim shrines, from North American to the Middle East, in his impressive anthropological book, Journey to the End of Islam. Knight writes as irreverently as he does intelligently when he muses about his experiences with people and places that span the scope and depth of Islamic culture. From urban Muslim griots to Sufi prophets to the most clinging Wahabists, Knight shows himself adept with the numerous schools of Islamic thought. And he, more than anyone I have read or heard lately, asks some of the most important and provocative questions about the faith. I recommend Journey for thoughtful, truth-seeking Muslims, and for anyone who wants to survey the vast diversity comprising the global Muslim community.

Monday, April 13, 2009

OBAMA OPENS UP CUBA

After decades of getting mad at the little kid on the playground for showing us up on the court, President Obama's administration is taking a step toward grown-up diplomacy, by improving our relationship with the people of Cuba. Good for him! Even better for the pro-Cuban lobby, including the Congressional Black Caucus. Their persistence is paying dividends.

The United States has greatly improved relations with communist Viet Nam, despite thousands of American soldiers dead from our interventions. We have always maintained open diplomacy with Russia -- even during the "cold war." And we implore the Chinese to buy our debt, when they purportedly have the worst human rights record of any industrialized nation. Why not Cuba?...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

National Art Gallery

Last week I visited the National Art Gallery in Washington, D.C. for the first time. It certainly will not be the last. Infact, one visit was not enough time to see it all. Nevertheless, the gallery was magnificent. On display were some presentations that will make an art enthusiast stop and marvel.






Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Saga of Rufus and Leona

by Darren W. Palmer

Leona:
My darling drummer man
Capable ambitious and in command
Snarling, popping and be-bopping those skins
With a passion and purpose haunting and grim.

Your passion envelops me. It speaks of pain.
Pain that cannot be controlled.
Yet your majesty intrigues my humbled soul.

Drummer man, mellow. So alive with the night.
Fill the voids in my tortured life.

Rufus:
Magnolia. Forbidden flower –
Cause of my contempt.
Yet my urge for you will not relent.

Magnolia flower - a latent prize.
The seeds of your pedals I despise.
I’m trapped like a Genie in bottle of pain
With illusions of success calling my name.


Together: (chorus)
Rufus and Leona kindred souls with desperate hearts
Helpless in a society that keeps them apart.

Leona:
Heartsick, desperate me –
Black and blue for all to see.
Angry, defeated you –
Harborer of hate, our love eschewed.

Rufus:
My tunes are all blues now, and my pride
Has hitched a ride.
My faith has found a ridge
Atop the Brooklyn Bridge.

Together: (chorus)
Rufus and Leona full of self-doubt.
Rufus and Leona turned love inside out.