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Is There a Post-Abortion Syndrome?



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Is There a Post-Abortion Syndrome?


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By EMILY BAZELON
Published: January 21, 2007

Early on a a windy Saturday morning in November, Rhonda Arias drove her Dodge Caravan past a Wal-Mart at the end of her block and onto the Interstate. She was beginning the 50-mile drive from her house in southwest Houston to Plane State Jail, where she is, as she puts it, an “abortion-recovery counselor.” To Arias, that means helping women at the prison who have had abortions to understand how that procedure has stained them, and how it explains what has gone wrong in their lives. The prisoners’ abortions, she told me, “have a great deal to do with their pain.”
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Arias, who is 53, often wears silver hoop earrings and low black boots, and she has a weakness for edgy zingers. She started doing post-abortion counseling 15 years ago. After what she describes as a revelation from God, she decided that her own pain and unhappiness were rooted in the abortion she had in 1973, when she was 19. “It was the year Roe v. Wade was decided, and I remember saying, ‘No guy in Washington is going to tell me what to do with my body!’ ” Arias said with a sharp laugh as we were driving. But after the procedure, she says, strange feelings washed over her. “I remember having evil thoughts, about hurting children,” she said. “It was like I’d done the worst thing I could possibly do. A piece of evil had entered me.”

In 1983, Arias became pregnant again and planned to keep the baby. But in the fourth month, she says, she became scared about raising a child alone. She called her obstetrician. He scheduled her for a second-trimester saline abortion the following morning. Arias said she woke up from the anesthesia to the certain knowledge that she had killed her child.

Because of this knowledge, she is now equally certain, she slipped into years of depression, drinking and freebasing cocaine. One night when she was in her early 30s, she got as high as she could, lay down in the dark in a bathtub filled with water and slit her wrists. In her mind, all of her troubles — the drugs, the suicide attempt, the third and fourth abortions she went on to have, the wrestling match of a marriage she eventually entered — are the aftermath of her own original sin, the 1973 abortion. It’s a pattern she sees reflected everywhere: “In America we have a big drug problem, and we don’t realize it’s because of abortion.”

In the ’90s, Arias volunteered and then was on staff at the Women’s Pregnancy Center, a Houston group that tries to persuade women to keep their pregnancies. In 2001, after being ordained as an evangelical preacher, she founded her own abortion-recovery ministry, Oil of Joy for Mourning, named after a verse from the Book of Isaiah. She now operates 10-week counseling programs at seven penitentiaries in the state, including Plane State Jail.

When Arias talks about the effects of abortion, she’s so fervent that it’s hard to maintain her gaze. But the idea that abortion is at the root of women’s psychological ills is not supported by the bulk of the research. Instead, the scientific evidence strongly shows that abortion does not increase the risk of depression, drug abuse or any other psychological problem any more than having an unwanted pregnancy or giving birth. For Arias, however, abortion is an act she can atone for. And this makes it different from the many other sources of anguish in her past. As a child, she was sexually abused by her stepbrother, she told me. An older boy forced her to have sex when she was 14; seven months later, she says, she woke in the middle of the night to wrenching cramps and gave birth to a baby girl who was placed for adoption. A year later, Arias’s father, a bricklayer to whom she was close, plummeted from several stories of scaffolding to his death. She left home and fell out of touch with her mother and two brothers.

By concentrating on the babies she feels she has lost (she has named the first two Adam and Jason), Arias has drained other aching memories of some of their power. “I think about the baby girl I gave up for adoption, and I think I made a good parenting choice. I know she had a good life,” she said. “I think about my sons, Adam and Jason, my sons who I never held in my arms, and I know I’m forgiven. But” — her voice cracked. “I didn’t give them life. And I am so very sorry.”

Thirty-four years ago this week, the Supreme Court decided Roe v. Wade, and since then the American abortion wars have pitted the rights of “unborn babies” against those of living women. Rhonda Arias and a growing number of abortion-recovery activists want to dismantle that framework and replace it with this: Abortion doesn’t help women. It hurts them. With that conviction, these activists hope to accomplish what the anti-abortion movement has failed to do for more than three decades: persuade the “mushy middle” of the American electorate — the perhaps 40 to 50 percent who are uncomfortable with abortion but unwilling to ban it — to see that, for women’s sake, abortion should not be legal. Spread across the country are anti-abortion groups that offer post-abortion counseling. The Catholic Church runs abortion-recovery ministries in at least 165 dioceses in the United States. The federal government finances at least 50 nonsectarian “crisis pregnancy centers,” like the one where Arias worked in Houston. Many of the centers affiliate with two national groups, Heartbeat International and Care Net, which train abortion-recovery counselors. Then there are small, private counseling and Bible-study groups, both Catholic and evangelical, which raise their own money. Some abortion-recovery counselors just minister to other women. But many also feel called to join the fight to end abortion.

If the activists have a Moses, it is David Reardon, whose 1996 book, “Making Abortion Rare,” laid out the argument that abortion harms women and that this should be a weapon in the anti-abortion arsenal. “We must change the abortion debate so that we are arguing with our opponents on their own turf, on the issue of defending the interests of women,” he wrote. The anti-abortion movement will never win over a majority, he argued, by asserting the sanctity of fetal life. Those in the ambivalent middle “have hardened their hearts to the unborn ‘fetus’ ” and are “focused totally on the woman.” And so the anti-abortion movement must do the same.

For anti-abortion activists, this strategy offers distinct advantages. It challenges the connection between access to abortion and women’s rights — if women are suffering because of their abortions, then how could making the procedure readily available leave women better off? It replaces mute pictures of dead fetuses with the voices of women who narrate their stories in raw detail and who claim they can move legislators to tears. And it trades condemnation for pity and forgiveness. “Pro-lifers who say, ‘I don’t understand how anyone could have an abortion,’ are blind to how hurtful this statement can be,” Reardon writes on his Web site. “A more humble pro-life attitude would be to say, ‘Who am I to throw stones at others?’ ”

This way of thinking was first articulated in the early 1980s. Vincent Rue, a family therapist and ally of Reardon’s, testified before Congress in 1981 about a variant of post-traumatic stress disorder that he claimed was afflicting women — “post-abortion syndrome.” Six years later, Ronald Reagan asked his surgeon general, C. Everett Koop, to issue a report on the health effects of abortion. Koop was against abortion, but he refused to issue the report and called the psychological harm caused by abortion “minuscule from a public-health perspective.” Nor did Koop believe that the anti-abortion cause would be served by shifting its focus to the suffering of women. “As soon as you contaminate the morality of your stand by getting worried about the health effects of abortion on women, you have weakened the whole thing,” he said at the time in an interview with the Rutherford Institute, a conservative law center.

Mainstream anti-abortion groups didn’t shout Koop down, and the issue seemed dead. But the Catholic Church, which began financing abortion-recovery counseling in the early 1980s, continued to do so, and in 1986, Theresa Burke began developing a model of weekly support groups and later weekend retreats for women suffering from what she called post-abortion trauma. In 1993, Burke founded Rachel’s Vineyard, an independent religious group, to broaden her reach. The gatherings multiplied across the country — more than 500 retreats are planned internationally in 2007 — as well as an annual training conference. “It just grew and grew,” Burke says.

Meanwhile, the anti-abortion movement was in need of fresh ideas. Bill Clinton, in 1993, came into office as the first president to favor abortion rights in more than a decade; the Supreme Court had recently reaffirmed the right to abortion in Planned Parenthood v. Casey. Reardon’s book, published during this time of dimmed hopes for the anti-abortion movement, imagined a future in which millions of women and men with experience of abortion would express outrage, demand reform and file lawsuits that would bankrupt abortion clinics.

These millions have not materialized. The number of women who seek out groups like Rachel’s Vineyard is a small fraction of the number of American women who have abortions. Almost 3 million of the 6 million pregnancies that occur each year in the United States are unplanned; about 1.3 million end in abortion. At the current rate, about one-third of women nationally will undergo the procedure by age 45. The number of women who go to abortion-recovery counseling is probably in the tens of thousands, and the number who become dedicated activists is at most a few hundred. And yet they and their cause are emerging as a political force. “These women were minority voices for a long time, and now they are gaining traction within the anti-abortion movement,” says Reva Siegel, a Yale law professor who favors abortion rights and has been tracing this grass-roots movement from its origins.

Abortion-recovery counselors like Arias could focus on why women don’t have the material or social support they need to continue pregnancies they might not want to end. They could call for improving the circumstances of women’s lives in order to reduce the number of abortions. Instead they are working to change laws to restrict and ban abortion. In 2000, a conservative law center in Texas, the Justice Foundation, began representing Norma McCorvey — Jane Roe of Roe v. Wade. McCorvey had come to regret her role in legalizing abortion, and the Justice Foundation filed suit to reopen her case. Her lawyers argued that when the Supreme Court initially ruled in Roe, it could not have known that legalizing abortion would cause harm to women. To prove such harm exists, the Justice Foundation began collecting affidavits from women about their abortion experiences, a project it called Operation Outcry, which now has chapters in 22 states. Arias heads up Operation Outcry in Texas.

Arias raises her own money for the prison counseling and to speak at rallies and to legislatures in her state and around the country, telling her story and urging women to send in affidavits. The Justice Foundation has also collected affidavits through counseling programs like Rachel’s Vineyard, along with a hot line for post-abortive women and a television program, “Faces of Abortion,” which features interviews with women who regret their abortions and which appears on satellite networks that reach 10 million homes. To date, 1,940 women have submitted Operation Outcry affidavits.

Last year, the Supreme Court refused to hear McCorvey’s case. But the affidavits continue to be used as evidence in other litigation, including the so-called partial-birth-abortion case that is currently before the Supreme Court. Similar testimony has also been submitted in two cases that involve efforts to raise the standard for informed consent, which abortion providers must obtain from their patients. “There will be a great deal of litigation in this area,” says Roger Evans, Planned Parenthood’s senior director for public policy, law and litigation. “This is where they are headed.”

Abortion-recovery activists may well have the greatest impact in statehouses. When the South Dakota Legislature banned abortion in 2005, it relied on a state task-force report, which said that women cannot end their pregnancies without “suffering significant psychological trauma and distress,” because “to do so is beyond the normal, natural and healthy capability of a woman whose natural instincts are to protect and nurture her child.” This “woman-protective anti-abortion argument,” Siegel points out in a coming article in The University of Illinois Law Review, “mixes new ideas about women’s rights with some very old ideas about women’s roles.”

In 1985, Reardon started a social-science fight over the effects of abortion. He surveyed members of a group called Women Exploited by Abortion (since disbanded), which defined itself as a “refuge” for “post-abortive women.” Reardon distributed a survey to about 250 WEBA members and found high rates of nervous breakdowns, substance abuse and suicide attempts. He presented this as proof of a national link between abortion and these conditions.

Soon after Koop’s refusal in 1987 to report on the health effects of abortion, the American Psychological Association appointed a panel to review the relevant medical literature. It dismissed research like Reardon’s, instead concluding that “well-designed studies” showed 76 percent of women reporting feelings of relief after abortion and 17 percent reporting guilt. “The weight of the evidence,” the panel wrote in a 1990 article in Science, indicates that a first-trimester abortion of an unwanted pregnancy “does not pose a psychological hazard for most women.” Two years later, Nada Stotland, a psychiatry professor at Rush Medical College in Chicago and now vice-president of the American Psychiatric Association, was even more emphatic. “There is no evidence of an abortion-trauma syndrome,” she concluded in an article for The Journal of the American Medical Association.

Academic experts continue to stress that the psychological risks posed by abortion are no greater than the risks of carrying an unwanted pregnancy to term. A study of 13,000 women, conducted in Britain over 11 years, compared those who chose to end an unwanted pregnancy with those who chose to give birth, controlling for psychological history, age, marital status and education level. In 1995, the researchers reported their results: equivalent rates of psychological disorders among the two groups.

Brenda Major, a psychology professor at the University of California, Santa Barbara, followed 440 women for two years in the 1990s from the day each had her abortion. One percent of them met the criteria for post-traumatic stress and attributed that stress to their abortions. The rate of clinical depression among post-abortive women was 20 percent, the same as the national rate for all women ages 15 to 35, Major says. Another researcher, Nancy Adler, found that up to 10 percent of women have symptoms of depression or other psychological distress after an abortion — the same rates experienced by women after childbirth.

Researchers say that when women who have abortions experience lasting grief, or more rarely, depression, it is often because they were emotionally fragile beforehand, or were responding to the circumstances surrounding the abortion — a disappointing relationship, precarious finances, the stress of an unwanted pregnancy.

But David Reardon continues to research the psychological effects of abortion, and he no longer makes beginner’s mistakes. He is said to have a doctorate in biomedical ethics from Pacific Western University, an unaccredited correspondence school, according to Chris Mooney, the author of “The Republican War on Science.” (Reardon did not respond to several requests to be interviewed.) According to his Web site, in 1988, Reardon founded the Elliot Institute, a research center in Springfield, Ill., which in 2005 had a $120,000 budget. He has recently teamed up with Priscilla Coleman, a professor of family and consumer studies at Bowling Green State University in Ohio, and published more than a dozen papers in peer-reviewed journals. Reardon and Coleman cull data from national surveys and state records in which unplanned pregnancy is not the focus of the data collection. Using the National Longitudinal Survey of Youth, Reardon found a higher risk of clinical depression in a group of married women who had abortions, and published the results in a 2002 article in The British Medical Journal; using California Medicaid records, he and Coleman found a higher risk of psychiatric hospital and clinic admissions among poor post-abortive women, which they reported in 2003 in The Canadian Medical Association Journal; two years later, using the National Survey of Family Growth, they found a higher risk of generalized anxiety disorder post-abortion and published their results in The Journal of Anxiety Disorders.

Nancy Russo, a psychology professor at Arizona State University and a veteran abortion researcher, spends much of her professional time refuting Reardon and Coleman’s results by retracing their steps through the vast data sets. Russo examined the analysis in the 2002 and 2005 articles and turned up methodological flaws in both. When she corrected for the errors, the higher rates of mental illness among women who had abortions disappeared. Russo published her findings on depression in The British Medical Journal last year; her article on anxiety disorders is under review. “Science eventually corrects itself, but it takes a while,” she says. “And you can feel people’s eyes glaze over when you talk about coding errors and omitted data sets.” Priscilla Coleman, for her part, says that research that concludes that abortion has negative effects is more scrutinized because it’s “so politically incorrect.” When researchers attack his findings, Reardon writes to the journals’ letters pages. “Even if pro-abortionists got five paragraphs explaining that abortion is safe and we got only one line saying it’s dangerous, the seed of doubt is planted,” he wrote in his book.

The A.P.A. has convened a new task force to review the more recent scientific literature about the effects of abortion; the panel will issue findings in 2008. Assuming the A.P.A. affirms the prevailing social-science research, the belief that abortion harms women may be hard to dislodge. Even if no solid evidence provides a causal link to increased rates of depression or other emotional problems, abortion is often a grim event. And for a minority of women, it is linked to lasting pain. You don’t have to be an anti-abortion advocate to feel sorrow over an abortion, or to be haunted about whether you did the right thing.

Rhonda Arias, however, heeds a simpler call: repent, and save other women from doing what you did. That is the gospel she preaches in the Texas prisons. On the drive to Plane State Jail, Arias talked about her daughters. Jessica, 20, is an art student in Florida. Jacqui, 17, and Joanna, 13, live at home. Arias was married to the girls’ father for 18 years before the two divorced last year.

Arias told Jessica and Jacqui about her abortions when they were 9 and 6. She wanted to ask for their forgiveness. A few years ago, Jacqui taped a segment of the TV program “Faces of Abortion,” in which she said that as a child, she tried to behave so her mother wouldn’t wish she’d aborted her, too. That made Arias wonder whether she’d been unwise to talk to the girls when they were so young. “I wished I’d asked myself if they were developmentally ready,” she told me.

Last March, Arias took Jessica on a monthlong ministry to Israel. They are both interested in Messianic Judaism — a mezuza is nailed to the doorpost of the family’s home. For Arias, the trip was glorious. She ministered on Ben Yehuda Street in Jerusalem. (On a previous trip she threw her wedding ring into a valley, pledging to live as a new virgin.) She returned home to the news that Jacqui was pregnant. “I was the last person they told,” she said of Jacqui and her boyfriend, whom Jacqui met in church. Arias taught her daughters about saving themselves for marriage but not about contraception. “Abstinence works better than birth control, really,” she said. “It’s just that people don’t do it.” Jacqui’s father pressured her to have an abortion; Jacqui warded him off. And then she and Arias started planning for the baby, who was born in December.

In the parking lot of Plane State, Arias paused to finish a cup of coffee and to pray. “Oh, Lord, I go from prison to prison, hundreds of women and thousands of babies, and sometimes I feel like I’m carrying a lot of grief,” she said in a whisper. Outside, the wind blew through a row of spindly trees. Arias closed her eyes and gripped the steering wheel. “Lord Jesus, carry this grief. It’s too heavy for me. I ask you to take it from me and from these women. I implore you. Lift it from their shoulders. Deliver us, Lord.”

At the entrance to the jail, Arias met three Oil of Joy volunteers: Nikki Heitzeberg and Debbie Harper, whom she knows through abortion-recovery counseling, and Shawna Kimbrough, who joined the group after fleeing New Orleans for Houston during Hurricane Katrina. Unlike the other volunteers, Kimbrough is black, and Arias says she values the connection Kimbrough makes to African-American prisoners.

Over 10 weeks in Oil of Joy, participants talk about their views of God and of the men in their lives. They fill out an “emotion time line” to chart their lives. They explore the circumstances of their abortions. They’re encouraged to think about whether they were pressured into ending their pregnancies and to connect this with other experiences of feeling powerless. Often, Arias says, they are victims of physical or sexual abuse. They fill “bitterness bags” with rocks, one for each offense they want to forgive, often including those they committed themselves. They pick out a pair of baby shoes — choices include satin christening slippers, work boots, sneakers and Dora the Explorer flip-flops — attach a card with the name they have chosen for the baby they didn’t have and give them to Arias for a traveling memorial that she has taken to Washington, D.C. During the ninth session, which was taking place the day I was there, Arias held a memorial service for the prisoners’ aborted and miscarried babies.

Inside the Tom Baker Chapel of Hope at the jail, Harper and Kimbrough arranged long pieces of gauzy white cloth over the altar and onto the floor, so that the material lined a short aisle. Into the cloth they tucked white teddy bears with red hearts around their necks that read “Happy Mother’s Day” and “No. 1 Mommy.” Kimbrough sprinkled silk rose petals over the altar and floor. On a side table, Arias placed baskets of cloth “heritage dolls.” Their heads and hands were tied with thin ribbons. Their faces were blank. Heitzeberg erected a curved metal frame over the altar and draped it with more white cloth. Kimbrough climbed on a chair to hang a string of Christmas lights over the top. Arias surveyed the altar. “It looks like a bassinet,” she said approvingly. The volunteers arranged a semicircle of 25 chairs up front, with sheets of pink Kleenex on each seat.

A guard came in. “Last time, I was in here crying myself,” the guard said, and then dimmed the lights and cued soft gospel music over a sound system. About two dozen inmates filed into the chapel, wearing white V-neck prison uniforms, canvas sneakers and orange plastic wrist bands. They’d been instructed to enter quietly. Some oohed at the lights over the altar. Others walked in sniffling. The volunteers greeted them with hugs.

The group sat, and Arias took the microphone. “Today we mourn for your children,” she said. The sniffling grew louder. “Many of you never got a chance to mourn the loss of your sons and daughters. Today you have permission to cry, to feel the feelings you’ve pressed down for so long.” Kimbrough passed out more Kleenex.

Arias wove a sermon from Biblical stories: Jesus meeting the woman at the well in Samaria, Hannah praying to God to give her a child, Eve celebrating the birth of her sons. It was time, Arias told the inmates, to release their babies to the Lord. Kimbrough and Harper passed around the baskets of heritage dolls, telling the women to take one for each baby they’d aborted or miscarried. The women rocked the blank-faced dolls, many holding three or four. Their faces dampened with tears. The music reached a crescendo as a singer crooned: “Holy child from God’s great hands/is a holy word from God to man/How long will we push our children away?/Is there room in our world for a new word today?” One prisoner took her Bible from under her chair. Inside was a photograph of two elementary-school-age girls with ponytails — her daughters. She kissed their images.

For a few minutes, Arias let the women cry. Then she put out a hand to quiet the sobbing around her. “Is my Jason a 25-year-old-man now, or is he still a little baby?” she asked, her voice high and trembling. “We are very limited in our understanding. But Corinthians tells us that what has died will be resurrected. You might think about your D and C”— the abortion method dilation and curettage — “and wonder how does your baby’s body look, since it went through that little tube. The Bible tells us, ‘The body is sown into corruption.’ I can’t think of anything more corrupt than going through a tube or being ripped apart by an abortionist. But surely in heaven the body is made whole.”

Arias moved forward, closer to the women. “And in heaven, our children will know us when they see us. They will call, ‘Mommy!’ and they will reach out their arms” — she extended hers — “and they will embrace us! They’re not going to ask, ‘What did you do that for?’ They already know. They know more than you do. I have a 17-year-old who thinks she knows more than me. She is wrong.” A few wry laughs broke through the crying. “But I have four children in heaven who really do know more than I do. To get to heaven, you have to be forgiven, and you must forgive others.”

She instructed the women to stand up, speak in memory of their lost babies and take their heritage dolls to the altar. The women stood one by one. They clutched their dolls and said they were sorry. They imagined a baby with his father’s dimple or curly hair or green eyes. One woman mentioned a child who had been born and taken into state custody, and the woman who kissed the pictures of her daughters sent them her love. For the most part, though, the messy mothering of living children — and the reality of their lives outside the prison — did not intrude on the ceremony. The women focused on mourning the elusive, innocent loss represented by the dolls. They gave them fairy-tale names: Sarah Jewell, Angel Pillow, Xavier Dante. At a side table, Kimbrough and Harper wrote the names on certificates for children “expected to be born.” The documents promised, “By virtue of being conceived, the spirit of this child lives eternally with Jesus and in the heart and the mind of the mother, now and forevermore.”

After the certificates were filled out and the women returned to their seats, Kimbrough gave a closing prayer. “I thank you for Sister Rhonda, who has laid down years of her life that we may have healing and closure,” she said. Women shouted, “Yes, Lord!” and beamed at Arias. She smiled back, and then her face got stern. “I want to ask you a question,” she said. “If you found yourself in the situation of another crisis pregnancy, would you consider abortion?”

“No!” a chorus shouted.

“Can you see yourself living a life of chastity when you leave this place?”

This time, the response was muted. Arias talked about her vow of chastity and then nodded to the guard working the sound system. The music changed to an upbeat song. The women danced, crying and hugging. An older inmate with long hair began calling to Jesus, her screams shrill and shaky. She lapsed into loud sobbing. Heitzeberg patted her on the back. “Hallelujah!” Arias cried. “I don’t know what God did here, but I know it’s good.”

It was nearly 2:30 p.m. The women had been in the chapel for three hours. Arias called them back to their seats. One prisoner raised her hand to ask how she could help in the fight against abortion. “I’m so glad you brought that up,” Arias said, and described Operation Outcry. She asked the women their release dates and told them how to send in an affidavit and sign up on her Web site once they’d left the jail. “Ladies, thank you for your courage,” Arias concluded. The women went up shyly to say goodbye. Then they shuffled out of the chapel.

While it seems that some anti-abortion advocates exaggerate the mental-health risks of abortion, some abortion advocates play down the emotional aftereffects. Materials distributed at abortion clinics and on abortion-rights Web sites stress that most women feel relief after an abortion, and that the minority who don’t tend to have pre-existing problems. Both claims are supported by research. But the idea that “abortion is a distraction from underlying dynamics,” as Nancy Russo put it to me, can discourage the airing of sadness and grief. “The last thing pro-choice people, myself included, want to do is to give people who want to make abortions harder to get or illegal one iota of help,” says Ava Torre-Bueno, a social worker who was the head of counseling for 10 years at Planned Parenthood in San Diego. “But then what you hear in the movement is ‘Let’s not make noise about this’ and ‘Most women are fine, I’m sure you will be too.’ And that is unfair.”

Initially, Torre-Bueno’s encounters with grieving patients surprised her, because sadness wasn’t an issue in the first years after Roe. “In 1975, I’d say, ‘I wonder how you’re feeling,’ and women would answer, ‘Thank God it’s legal!’ ” she says. But by the early 1980s, Torre-Bueno and a handful of other counselors who favor abortion rights say, the emotional tide began to turn along with the political one. Congress cut off Medicaid money for abortion. The Supreme Court retrenched. Protesters picketed clinics and made bomb threats. Some clinic directors decided it was not enough to treat abortion as a straightforward medical procedure. Charlotte Taft, who founded an abortion clinic in Dallas in 1978, later began practicing what she calls “emotional triage” to identify women at risk of adverse reactions. She would ask prospective patients: Are you against abortion but feel you have no choice? Do you believe that abortion is murder? Do you think God will never forgive you? Is someone pressuring you? Do you have a history of depression? “Some women are clearly fine,” Taft told me. “Others are torn apart, and they need more process.” When women answered Taft’s questions by saying things like “I’m going to hell, but I have to do this,” Taft sent them home with exercises to help them work through their emotions.

In 1989, two dozen like-minded abortion providers started a group they called the November Gang. In hopes of improving pre-abortion counseling, Peg Johnston, founder of Southern Tier Women’s Services in Binghamton, N.Y., wrote a 90-page pregnancy-options workbook, which she says she gives to women who are ambivalent and to those who are grieving after their abortions, about 10 percent of her clients; it asks them if they feel fear and shame and tries to help them with these feelings. While abortion-rights advocates frame abortion as a woman’s legal right, the November Gang providers tend to think in terms of a woman’s responsibility to decide when and whether to bring life into the world. And instead of telling women who grieve over their abortions to look elsewhere for the source of their distress, they try to use the moment as a catalyst. Sometimes an abortion “pops open the box where old anxieties have been kept,” Torre-Bueno says. “It’s an opportunity to revisit past traumas like child abuse, or to face them for the first time.” This doesn’t mean that the abortion was a mistake, or that other circumstances — the unresolved past, a loutish boyfriend, money problems — aren’t the real trouble, Torre-Bueno reasons. But women sometimes need help sorting this out.

In her 1994 book, “Peace After Abortion,” Torre-Bueno talks about the pain some women feel on the anniversary dates of their abortions, the spiritual conflict to which abortion can give rise and the hurt caused by keeping it secret — all topics in abortion-recovery counseling. She describes grieving rituals: writing a letter to whomever the woman feels she has harmed (the baby, herself, God, her partner), lighting a candle, filling and then burning a “letting go” box. Adapting the Jewish ritual of placing stones on the tombstones of departed loved ones, Peg Johnston offers a “worry stone” to patients at her clinic, to “give them strength through the procedure.”

These counselors don’t suggest that women should need to heal from an abortion, or that most women do need to. And they are avowedly in favor of abortion rights. Still, the position of these providers within their own movement is tenuous. Torre-Bueno says that when she self-published her book and asked if she could hold a book party at Planned Parenthood in San Diego, the director said no. “He called me a ‘dupe of the antis,’ ” she remembers. (The director, who has since retired, says he doesn’t remember the conversation.) In 1995, after 17 years directing the Dallas clinic, Charlotte Taft says she resigned because the owner wanted to run a more traditional practice. By then, she says, Planned Parenthood had stopped sending her referrals.

The country’s largest abortion provider, with more than 77 clinics around the country, Planned Parenthood has standards for informed consent, and these acknowledge that some women experience sadness or guilt, adding that “these feelings usually go away quickly” and that “serious psychiatric disturbances” occur rarely. The National Abortion Federation, an umbrella group for abortion clinics, has similar guidelines. In practice, pre-abortion counseling varies. Many clinics say that women are encouraged to talk about their feelings but aren’t asked the pointed questions that Taft posed. “That sets people up as having to defend themselves and tell us personal things,” says Leslie Rottenberg, director of Planned Parenthood’s Manhattan center. “You should be able to make an appointment regardless of your beliefs or feelings. It’s a question of access.”

Rottenberg’s clinic provides post-abortion counseling — one or two sessions with a social worker — to any patient who asks for it. Other clinics can’t afford to offer that service and refer women who need help to local clergy members or therapists. Few clinics run support groups. Those who do say they’re often undersubscribed. It may be that women who experience grief after an abortion are more comfortable receiving counseling outside a clinic. Many providers have lately referred patients to a hot line called Exhale, founded seven years ago by Aspen Baker, shortly after she had an abortion when she was 23 and a recent graduate of U.C. Berkeley. Baker assumed counseling would be offered after the procedure. It wasn’t. She volunteered at California Naral and tried to talk about the sadness she was feeling. No one seemed receptive. So Baker raised $1,000 from friends and in 2002 set up Exhale as a volunteer-staffed hot line based in Oakland, Calif. She favors abortion rights, but her aim is to counsel women without taking sides in the debate. Since Exhale’s services became nationally available in June 2005, the hot line has received an average of 300 calls a month. A similar service, Backline, started in Portland, Ore., two years ago.

The abortion providers I talked to were unanimous in their praise for Exhale. Yet so far, this hasn’t translated into much financial support. Exhale has an annual budget of $315,000, most of which comes from foundations that don’t advocate for or against abortion. Backline’s budget is a tiny $36,000. Its founder, Grayson Dempsey, maintains that there is a demand for pro-choice post-abortion support groups and retreats. But she can’t afford to fill it.

There is considerably more money for post-abortion counseling on the anti-abortion side. In addition to the diocese-based services paid for by the Catholic Church, the Bush administration, in its first four years, spent more than $30 million on the 50-some crisis pregnancy centers, according to a report by Representative Henry A. Waxman, a Democrat from California.

Last summer, Waxman’s office investigated some of the crisis pregnancy centers and found that when women there asked about abortion’s health effects, 20 of 23 centers gave out false information. At 13 centers, this included characterizing the psychological effects of abortion as “severe, long-lasting and common.” “One center said that the suicide rate in the year after an abortion ‘goes up by seven times,’ ” Waxman’s report states.

Religious abortion-recovery programs don’t qualify for government money. Rachel’s Vineyard relies on financing from Priests for Life, a $7 million anti-abortion group that is independent of the Catholic Church. Oil of Joy’s finances are tighter. Last year, Arias raised $34,000. She is straining to pay her mortgage; meanwhile, as the Texas leader of Operation Outcry, she is expected to make donations to the Justice Foundation, which has a $1 million annual budget and paid its lead lawyer, Allan Parker, $123,000 in 2005.

While national groups like Focus on the Family, the National Right to Life Committee and Concerned Women for America warn about the dire effects of abortion on their Web sites and link to counseling ministries like Rachel’s Vineyard, they don’t finance abortion-recovery counseling. In part, that may be because the government and the Catholic Church do. But the lack of money may also reflect the strain of skepticism that Koop voiced. Francis Beckwith, a professor of church-state studies at Baylor University who is anti-abortion, has criticized abortion-recovery activists for their “questionable interpretation of social-science data” and for potentially undermining the absolutist moral argument against abortion. “For every woman who has suffered trauma as a result of an abortion, I bet you could find half a dozen who would say it was the best decision they ever made,” he told me. “And in any case, suffering isn’t the same as immorality.” Beckwith speaks at churches and colleges, and he says that most anti-abortion leaders don’t want the woman-protective argument to supersede the traditional fetus-centered focus, “because that’s where the real moral force is.”

These tensions surfaced in the campaign to retain South Dakota’s abortion ban. The state leader for the anti-abortion side, Leslee Unruh, who had an abortion in her 20s, called on post-abortive women to campaign and started a state tour for them called Fleet for Little Feet. Unruh says, “My strategy was to put the women on TV and have them tell their stories.” But the national pro-life groups refused to send her money to run those TV ads early in the election cycle, she says. “They won’t acknowledge women as the first victim. We’re always second to the baby.” Polls show that voters rejected the ban (by a 55 percent to 45 percent margin) because it did not include an exception for rape and incest survivors. But Unruh blames internal division. “I can tell you that the support I needed from the national groups I did not get,” she says. “I just got talk.”

One theme in the Justice Foundation’s 1,940 affidavits is the story of the woman who says that she was told at an abortion clinic she was carrying “a blob of tissue” and that she went through with the procedure only because of this lie. This narrative is being used in two pending lawsuits over what constitutes informed consent. In one suit in Middlesex County, N.J., Rosa Acuna claims that in April 1996, when she asked her doctor in the sixth or seventh week of her pregnancy whether “the baby was already there,” he answered, “Don’t be stupid, it’s only blood.” She is suing for emotional distress. The doctor denies the allegation. But the case is at a preliminary stage in which the question is whether Acuna can try to prove her allegations at a trial. Last April, the appellate division of the New Jersey courts said she could. The question at trial, the court said, would be what medical information a doctor must disclose “when the patient asks if the ‘baby’ is already ‘there.’ ”

If what Acuna says is true, then her doctor may have breached his duty by lying to her about the basic facts of pregnancy. But Acuna’s lawyer, Harold Cassidy, argues in court documents not that her doctor should have told her she was carrying an embryo but that he had a duty to tell her that the embryo “was a complete, separate, unique and irreplaceable human being.” Later this year, the Supreme Court of New Jersey will review Acuna’s case. A key issue is whether her trial will include evidence about the human status of the fetus. Cassidy argues that this is a medical fact. The doctor’s lawyers say it is a religious and philosophical question.

Cassidy is also involved in defending a 2005 South Dakota informed-consent law, which Planned Parenthood has challenged. In its 1992 ruling in Casey, which affirmed (with some caveats) the right to legal abortion enshrined in Roe, the Supreme Court said that states can require doctors to give patients “truthful and not misleading” information about abortion. Eighteen states include in their materials a description of abortion’s psychological effects. According to a 2006 analysis by the Guttmacher Institute, seven of these states describe only harmful effects. South Dakota’s informed-consent law requires physicians to give patients written state-approved information that supplies a link between abortion and an increased risk of suicide, though no causal connection has been found. Both the patient and the doctor must certify that the patient has read and understood the materials; failure to do so is a misdemeanor offense.

Does such a law violate a doctor’s constitutional right to free speech? Robert Post, a Yale law professor, argues that the state should not be able to force doctors to convey inaccurate or misleading information. South Dakota’s law “endangers the integrity of physician-patient communications, because it threatens to transform physicians into mouthpieces for political majorities,” he writes in a coming law-review article.

South Dakota’s law also requires abortion providers to tell their patients what Cassidy argues Acuna’s doctor should have told her in the New Jersey case — “that the abortion will terminate the life of a whole, separate, unique, living human being.” A federal district judge agreed with Planned Parenthood that the law would force doctors to articulate the state’s viewpoint on “an unsettled medical, philosophical, theological and scientific issue, that is, whether a fetus is a human being.” The judge granted a preliminary injunction that prevented the informed-consent provisions from taking effect. In October, a three-judge panel of the United States Court of Appeals for the Eighth Circuit affirmed that ruling. But the panel’s decision was vacated this month when the Eighth Circuit as a whole voted to rehear the case in April. The question of whether the state can require doctors to say that a fetus is a full human being and that abortion increases the risk of suicide is in legal limbo.

On a rainy morning in November, a dozen women gathered a block from the Supreme Court, at a row house owned by the Gospel of Life Ministries, an anti-abortion group. The women planned to spend the day rallying on the steps of the court while the justices heard a challenge to the federal partial-birth-abortion ban. They came from a constellation of groups: Operation Outcry; Rachel’s Vineyard; Project Rachel, the abortion-recovery ministry of the Catholic Church; and the Silent No More awareness campaign. Like Rachel’s Vineyard, Silent No More gets money from Priests for Life; it also has the backing of Anglicans for Life, another independent group. Once inside, the women closed their umbrellas and handed out mugs of coffee. Georgette Forney and Janet Morana, co-founders of Silent No More, checked on late arrivals from their cellphones. Theresa Burke was on her way from Pennsylvania. Alveda King, the niece of Martin Luther King Jr., would arrive later from Atlanta.

At the courthouse, the women unfurled banners and signs that read, “I Regret My Abortion” and lined up to hold them. A giant picture of a bloody fetus floated above the crowd. Behind Forney’s group, two dozen people in NOW and Naral T-shirts chanted: “Right to life, that’s a lie. You don’t care if women die,” and “You get pregnant, let me know. Anti-choicers got to go.” Forney eyed them. “All these years and they still haven’t figured out it would be wise to find common ground with women like us,” she said.

I asked her what she had in mind. She talked about making abortion “unthinkable” by making sure that women have better choices. At first this sounded like Bill Clinton’s “safe, legal and rare” formulation, or Hillary Clinton’s characterization of abortion as a “tragedy.” But along with promoting adoption, the reforms Forney and Morana described were Baby Moses laws, which make it easier not for women to avoid pregnancy in the first place or to take care of children to whom they give birth but to abandon newborns at places like fire stations and hospitals.

Forney and Morana compare abortion to smoking. “The suppression of truth about the harms of abortion is the same as the suppression of truth about the harms of cigarettes,” Morana said. Once the public understands the trauma of abortion, as they now do the health problems associated with cigarettes, then “changing the law will be an afterthought,” Forney predicted.

Rhonda Arias says she does not think that abortion will quietly disappear. She wants states to ban abortion outright, Roe or no Roe, “to end this covenant of death.” We were talking on the Sunday morning after the visit to Plane State Jail. Arias was stretched out on the couch in her living room; without makeup, her face looked lived-in and also alight. She opened her Bible to the first Book of Kings, Chapter 11. “Solomon builds a temple for Moab and Moloch — the false god who demanded child sacrifice,” she recounted. “And then ‘the Lord therefore said to Solomon: Because you have done this, and have not kept my covenant, and my statutes, which I have commanded you, I will surely tear the kingdom, and give it to your servant.’ So you see, when we allow the killing of children, we defy the will of God. There is so much blood defiling the land.”

Arias hugged a pillow to her and unwrapped a favorite memory. A few years ago, after she preached at a pro-life rally on the steps of the state capitol in Austin, a man jumped out of his pickup truck and grabbed her. “He said, ‘You made me want to worship God!’ That is the highest compliment anyone ever paid me.”

At the prison the day before, I watched the inmates drink in Arias’s preaching, too. Abortion-rights leaders would accuse her of manipulation, of instilling guilt in women to serve the anti-abortion movement’s political ends. But Rhonda Arias ministers from the heart; the lack of scientific support for her ideas merely underscores that she is a true believer.

Her ardor and influence is better explained, perhaps, by the theory of social contagion, which psychologists use to explain phenomena like the Salem witch trials or the wave of unfounded reports of repressed memories of sexual abuse. Reva Siegel of Yale compares South Dakota’s use of criminal law to enforce a vision of pregnant women as weak and confused to the 19th-century diagnosis of female hysteria. These ideas can make and change laws. The claim that women lacked reliable judgment was used to deny women the vote and the right to own property. Repressed-memory stories led states to extend their statutes of limitations. Women who devote themselves to abortion recovery make up for the wrong they feel they’ve done by trying to stop other women from doing it too — by preventing them from having the same choices.

And then there is the relief in seizing on a single clear explanation for a host of unwanted and overwhelming feelings, a cause for everything gone wrong. When Arias surveyed 104 of the prisoners she had counseled in 2004, two-thirds reported depression related to abortion, 32 percent reported suicide attempts related to abortion and 84 percent linked substance abuse to their abortions. They had a new key for unlocking themselves. And a way to make things right. “You have well-meaning therapists or political crusaders, paired with women who are troubled and experiencing a variety of vague symptoms,” Brenda Major, the U.C. Santa Barbara psychology professor, explained to me. “The therapists and crusaders offer a diagnosis that gives meaning to the symptoms, and that gives the women a way to repent. You can’t repent depressive symptoms. But you can repent an action.” You can repent an abortion. You can reach for a narrative of sin and atonement, of perfect imagined babies waiting in heaven.

Emily Bazelon is a senior editor at Slate and frequently writes about the law and science. Her last feature article for the magazine was about Wendy Mogel, a psychologist who uses Jewish teachings in her practice.
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

IMSafer protects kids who chat online

By Peter Cohen

http://www.macworld.com/news/2007/01/17/imsafer/index.php?lsrc=mwrss

IMSafer, software designed to protect kids who chat online, on Wednesday announced support for Mac OS X and Windows Vista. The basic service is free to use.

IMSafer works with Yahoo! chat, MSN, AOL Instant Messenger and iChat. The software constantly scans instant message conversations on your child's computer, and will intervene if there's a potentially inappropriate conversation going on — you, as the parent, are notified by e-mail within 90 seconds.

You're presented with excerpts of the conversation your child is having so you can decide the meaning and context of what's being said. What's more, you can decide how to proceed — you can also leave feedback on users you think may not have your child's best interest at heart.

IMSafer requires Mac OS X v10.3.9 or later, and works with any instant messaging application that uses AOL, Yahoo! and Microsoft protocols. They are also considering adding support for GTalk and Skype, as well as peer to peer networks.

While IMSafer is free to use for now, the company notes that in the future, it plans to charge "a small yearly subscription fee."

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Rumors abound over death of city's first black mayor


















http://www.komotv.com/news/national/5103516.html
By DOUG SIMPSON Associated Press Writer

WESTLAKE, La. (AP) - In the hours before his death on the evening of Dec. 30, the first black mayor of this overwhelmingly white town started learning his new job.

About noon, he set City Hall's alarm system for the first time. He got instructions on how to raise and lower the U.S. flag. He had already ordered a new mayoral letterhead with his name on it and a button-down shirt embroidered "Gerald Washington, Mayor."

A few hours later he indulged in a hobby, placing a $4 bet at a nearby horse racing track.

But by 10 p.m. Gerald "Wash" Washington was dead in the deserted parking lot of a former high school, a bullet wound in his chest. His gun was found by the body.

The coroner and the sheriff have pronounced Washington's death a suicide - a finding that has embroiled this oil-refinery town in conspiracy theories, with Washington's kin and friends insisting he had no reason to end his life.

Some have accused police of covering up a murder - perhaps a racially motivated one.

"This is the South, so of course everybody's going to say it was some white guy shooting a black guy," said Dr. Terry Welke, the Calcasieu Parish coroner who ruled that Washington killed himself.

Welke said soot from the pistol was deep in the wound, indicating the gun was touching Washington's chest when the trigger was pulled. That, he said, suggested suicide. He also said that while most gunfire suicides involve a bullet to the head, it is not unusual for people to kill themselves with a shot to the chest.

But the coroner and the sheriff have offered no reason for why Washington would have killed himself. No suicide note was found. And there is no evidence he bade farewell to anyone, put his financial affairs in order, or gave any other indication he was about to kill himself, authorities said.

Washington's son, Geroski, accused the sheriff's office of doing a sloppy job, and asked the state police to take over the investigation.

"We were dissatisfied with the time frame of the investigation and the way it was opened and closed. We're thinking it's a cover-up because of the quick and fast work they did and didn't do," he told the American Press, the local newspaper.

State police entered the case earlier this week and took the body to Baton Rouge for another autopsy. The state police said it is interviewing friends of Washington's family, but it would not otherwise comment on the investigation.

Gerald Washington, 57, was a Vietnam veteran, a retired refinery supervisor who spent 12 years as a city councilman. He stood about 6-feet-5 and enjoyed rumbling around town on his Harley Davidson, dressed in leather pants and chaps. Colleagues described him as magnetic, outgoing and always friendly.

"He had a smile that would just light up this room," said the outgoing mayor, Dudley Dixon. "He had a just dominating personality."

Washington's popularity was obvious: He defeated a white opponent in last fall's election with 69 percent of the vote in this town, which is 80 percent white. Westlake, population 4,500, is near Lake Charles, about 200 miles west of New Orleans.

On the day of his death, Washington met Dixon about noon at City Hall, where he learned about the alarm system. The men lowered the flag to half-staff, to commemorate the death of former President Ford.

A passing motorist called 911 just before 10 p.m., after spotting Washington's body in the parking lot of the school administration building that used to be Mossville High, where Washington went to school and played basketball. Washington lay on his back, in a T-shirt and baseball cap, the coroner's office said.

Near the body was a pearl-handled revolver. On Washington's body investigators found a betting slip from Delta Downs from 4:44 p.m.

The coroner said the reaction of Washington's family to the suicide finding - disbelief - is not unusual.

"Almost every case of suicide is like that," he said. "Suicides give us more grief than anything else."

That explanation hasn't dampened rumors in town, particularly among blacks, that it should be a murder case.

"Someone lured him to Mossville," said Pat Hartman, 61, a lifelong resident of Mossville, the neighboring town where she and Washington went to school. "Why would he want to go to Mossville, to kill himself at his alma mater?"

"That boy didn't kill himself. Somebody killed him."

(Copyright 2007 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

NAACP: FBI Should Investigate Shots Fired Into Black Mayor's Home

GREENWOOD, La. — Two shotgun blasts were fired into the home of the town's mayor, who says he had been cursed at before but never physically threatened.

Police stepped up security after the shots were fired early Monday at the home of Ernest Lampkins, who was elected in 2004 as the first black mayor of the small, predominantly white northwest Louisiana town.

An NAACP leader on Tuesday called for an FBI investigation.

One slug left a hole the size of a baseball in a glass panel separating the living room from the family area, and another lodged in a wall. No one inside the house was injured.

Police Chief J.D. Dunn said he didn't know why it happened or who was responsible.

Officers increased security at the mayor's home after the shots were fired Monday and used handheld metal detectors to check people entering Monday's Board of Aldermen meeting.

"We don't know if the shooting was racially motivated. We have nothing to suggest that at this point," said James Pannell, head of the Shreveport chapter of the National Association for the advancement of Colored People, but he said the group is concerned because Lampkins is black.

Agents at the FBI's Shreveport office did not immediately return a call seeking comment.

"Anytime you shoot in someone's house, there is intent to kill," Lampkins said.

The mayor said about 10 people in the town of some 2,600 residents oppose everything he does. "They're really anti-administration. They are not team players. They are citizens who have a vendetta," he said. "I'm not saying they have anything to do with it, but they have created an atmosphere to making such things possible."

"It could be I'm black or the fact that I defeated the acting mayor," he said.

Lampkins, a retired educator, has lived in Greenwood, 10 miles west of Shreveport, for about 20 years. He said he found a "For Sale" sign posted in his yard in December but has never faced physical threats.

"I enjoy what I do in terms of being mayor," he said. "The only thing that has bothered me is the invasion of my home and the personal safety of my family."

Caddo Parish Sheriff Steve Prator said charges in the case will depend on motive. "If it was intended to intimidate, then you have a realm of hate-crime," he said.

Greenwood is about 150 miles north of Westlake, where Gerald Washington, that town's first black mayor, was found shot to death in a parking lot on Dec. 30, a few days before he was to take office. The coroner and the sheriff pronounced Washington's death a suicide, but his family and supporters have questioned the ruling.

Apple packs all kinds of high-tech goodies into iPhone


http://www.usatoday.com/tech/products/2007-01-09-iphone-goodies_x.htm

By Edward C. Baig, USA TODAY

LAS VEGAS — With its long-anticipated iPhone, Apple is hoping to do to the wireless industry what it has already done to the music business: Rock it.

The iPhone is certainly a looker: super thin, touch-screen, closer in appearance to a Nano than a Treo. It combines a mobile phone, widescreen iPod and Internet capabilities.

At $499 for a 4-gigabyte version and $599 for 8 GB, the devices won't be cheap. You'll be able to buy them online or at retail stores through Apple and Cingular, the wireless carrier for the phone. Service plans will be announced before the phone is available in June.

RELATED ITEM: Jobs says Apple "redefining the phone"

The details:

•As an iPod. Using your finger, you can navigate the device's 3.5-inch display. You can watch podcasts, TV shows, movies — and, of course, listen to music and audiobooks. You can also rapidly scroll through album covers using the clever Cover Flow feature on iTunes. But you cannot wirelessly download music purchased off iTunes. Instead, you connect or dock the device as with any iPod.

•As a phone. Touch a name or number in your address book to dial the phone. Or you can use a virtual onscreen keypad. You can synchronize contacts from a PC or Mac and create a favorites list of the folks you frequently call. A nifty visual voice-mail feature lets you jump to the messages you most care about and ignore others. And you can send short text messages using a virtual touch-screen "qwerty" keyboard.

The phone works exclusively over Cingular's so-called GSM and Edge wireless networks — speedy but not the fastest of the emerging third-generation, or 3G, networks. It has built-in Wi-Fi and Bluetooth wireless capabilities.

Battery life could be a concern. Apple claims up to five hours of talk time, including watching video or browsing the Web. Apple says you'll get up to 16 hours if you use it just for audio.

•Connectivity. Included is a full-blown version of Apple's Safari Web browser. You can sync bookmarks from your computer. E-mail can be automatically delivered, or "pushed," for free to you through Yahoo Mail; iPhone also works with Microsoft Exchange as well as other industry standard e-mail services. You can download e-mails in the background while surfing the Web.

The iPhone also includes an icon for Google Maps, plus the light applications (found on a Mac) known as Widgets, for checking stock prices, the weather and other data you want at a glance in real time.

•Other goodies. The phone includes sensors that detect when you rotate it from portrait to landscape mode; the onscreen controls are oriented accordingly. Lift the phone to your ear, and the sensor turns off the display to save power and prevent you from accidentally hitting the wrong controls when on a call. Also on board is a 2-megapixel still digital camera.

Set-top box:

Tuesday, Apple also showed off the new Apple TV multimedia device. You'll have to wait only until next month for its arrival in stores. The $299 box, which resembles a Mac Mini, lets you wirelessly move iTunes content off a PC or Mac to your TV. You hook it up to the TV (it has HDMI connector, among other connectors.) You can stream content from up to five additional computers, sans wires.

Apple TV's 40-GB hard drive can store up to 50 hours of video, 9,000 songs, 25,000 photos or some combination and can deliver high-definition content. You can control your media through Apple's wireless remote.
Posted 1/9/2007 11:35 PM ET

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Star athlete dies in shooting



Former basketball stars Tank Beavers and Thurston Turner shot in Huntsville restaurant; suspect charged with murder
By Kelly Kazek
kelly@athensnews-courier.com

It was just after 9 p.m. Sunday when Sharon Beavers got a call from her cousin Toshi Shoulders.

“She said, ‘Tanqueray’s been shot.’ I said, ‘Quit lying,” Sharon said.

But Sharon would soon learn the awful truth — Tanqueray “Tank” Lavonacheke Beavers (top), 21, of Huntsville, and his second cousin Thurston Duran Turner (bottom), 27, of Athens, both standout basketball players, were two of four victims of Sunday night’s shooting spree at T.G.I. Friday’s restaurant on University Drive in Huntsville.

Tanqueray, who witnesses said was shot in the head, was dead at the scene; Turner was clinging to life Monday at Huntsville Hospital.

A close friend of Tank’s and Turner’s, Autora “Tory” Frias Rogers, 24, of Athens, a former Athens High School basketball manager, was also at Huntsville Hospital, but a spokeswoman said she could not release information about his condition and Huntsville police investigators are not releasing a condition. A friend of the family, however, said Rogers was improving.

The fourth victim is William Timothy Reliford, 33, of Hazel Green. Several local people said Reliford was working as a bartender at the restaurant at the time of the shooting. A Huntsville Hospital spokeswoman said the hospital has no record of him being treated there.

Huntsville Police Department investigators had suspect Jamal Roydrick Woods, 21, in custody Sunday night at Huntsville Metro Jail, said spokesman Wendell Johnson. Woods is charged with murder in connection with the death of Tanqueray Beavers.

Tanqueray, a 2004 graduate of Athens High School, was well-known in Athens, not only for his talent on the basketball court, but also because he was an outstanding young citizen, said Suzanne Rainey, executive director of the Boys & Girls Clubs of Greater Limestone County.

Rainey, eyes red from crying, said she spent Monday morning visiting Tank’s grandmother, Emma White, with whom Tank lived for many years.

“They were very close,” Rainey said.

Tank was about 9 years old when he became the first member of the Boys & Girls Club when it was founded in Athens 12 years ago, she said. He was named Youth of the Year in 1995, 1998 and 2004. The local title allowed him to compete for state Youth of the Year.

“He was first-runner up in the state in 2004,” Rainey said. “He missed the winner’s spot by less than a point.”

Tank has an older sister, Terashia Beavers, and a younger brother, Trevon Beavers, she said.

Tank’s father, Ralph White of Athens, drove Sharon Beavers, who lives in Tanner, to the scene of the shooting Sunday night after they received word their son had been shot.

Sharon said a cousin, who witnessed the incident, stated that Tank said “hello” to a female cousin who was at the restaurant with her husband, Jamal Woods.

“They said his cousin ignored him, and her husband said, ‘Don’t you know that’s my wife?’

Tank said, ‘That’s my cousin.’

The man turned to her and said, ‘Is that your cousin?’ and she said, ‘no,’ so the man shot Tanqueray in the head.’”

Sharon Beavers and Toshi Shoulders said Tank did not know Woods and that the Woods couple had a history of domestic violence.

“It was just a senseless crime,” Shoulders said.

Johnson said at 9:10 p.m. Sunday, Woods became angry when another customer of the restaurant was looking at his female companion, who Tank’s family said was Woods’ wife and Tanks’ cousin. According to witnesses, Woods approached the man, asked him a question, then pulled out a gun and allegedly shot Tank Beavers and three others, Johnson said.

Tank’s father said he was told Tank, Turner and Rogers were sitting at the bar.

Johnson said Woods and three of his friends left the table where they had been sitting and fled the scene. Woods left in his vehicle, but a K-9 team tracked his friends to a nearby Hampton Inn, where they were detained and questioned.

Johnson said Woods was apprehended hours later by officers in a vehicle in south Huntsville. The investigation is ongoing and additional charges could be filed, he said.

Rainey said she was shocked when was notified of Tank’s death at about 10 p.m. Sunday.

“It was not about being in the wrong place or being with the wrong people,” she said. “He had just gone out to dinner.”

Sharon said her son, whom she said had recently been living with her and her fiancé, was “a good boy, a good person.”

“We had the best relationship,” she said. “There was no violence or anything like that.”

Tank turned 21 on Nov. 22.

Tanner High School basketball coach Chris Whitt said Thurston Turner was an outstanding athlete when he attended school there before graduating in 1998.

“I’ve coached here for 13 years and he’s one of the best guards I had,” Whitt said. “He led us to two straight Final Four appearances when we played for the state championships — in 1997 and 1998.”

Whitt said Turner is also a good person.

“He was a great person, very respectful toward the coaches and anybody he was around,” he said.

Tank’s coach, Athens High School’s Venard Hendrix, said the young man still came to the school to watch games.

“He was here Friday night,” Hendrix said. “He was always helpful; he talked to the kids all the time. We’re going to really miss him.”

Hendrix said he was in regular contact with Tank.

“Tank would always call me up. We would talk often;” he said. “We remained close after he graduated. He was just a great person, just fun to be around. It’s hard to believe.”

Athens High School Principal Chris Bolin said Tank would attend games and give advice to the coaches and to players.

“He was back last season and this season,” Bolin said. “He had ideas of what we could do better. He was a huge Athens High School supporter.”

He also shared those ideas with children learning the game, Bolin said.

“He had an ability to connect with small children; he had a personality,” Bolin said. “Young kids wanted to be around him. I think Tank was a great kid. He always represented Athens High School well. “

Rainey said Tank would also come to the Boys & Girls Club on Washington Street, where some of his younger cousins are members, and pick them up or offer to help with their hoops skills.

“He’s just a special person,” Rainey said. “He had an awful lot going for him.”

Tank spent a year at the University of Memphis, where he went on a basketball scholarship. He returned home and was working for Reggie Battle doing construction but was planning to return to college. His father said Tank was considering the University of Alabama; his cousins and Rainey thought he was looking at a Florida college.

“I know a lot of people felt he should have stayed in Memphis but Tank’s just the kind of person who’s going to make his own choices,” Rainey said.

Ralph White said Peoples Funeral Home will handle arrangements when authorities release Tank’s body, which will likely happen today.

Dozens of cousins gathered Monday either at the home of Tank’s mom in Tanner or his father in Athens, trying to make sense of the shooting.

“Tank was our heart,” Shoulders said. “This is a big void out of our lives.”

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Sean Bell's Girlfriend: I'm Not Angry


NEW YORK -- The girlfriend of an unarmed man who was killed when police sprayed 50 bullets at his car the day he was to marry her said Monday she's not angry.

"I'm really not angry," a subdued Nicole Paultre told CNN interviewer Larry King in her first extensive comments since fiance Sean Bell's killing Nov. 25. "I'm more just trying to be strong. We just want justice.... That's it, and that's what we're praying for and hoping for."

Paultre, who wore a badge with a photo of her, Bell and their two young children, spoke haltingly, often with one- or two-word answers.

Last week, she told a local hip-hop radio station that the policemen who shot Bell, 23, were murderers.

She said Monday that she thought the officers had used excessive force but she said she didn't blame the whole police department for the actions of a few.

Wearing what would have been her wedding ring, Paultre said she was doing OK after her fiancee's shooting and was "trying to be strong for the girls," who don't understand their dad isn't coming back.

The Rev. Al Sharpton, a civil rights leader who has spoken for the Bell and Paultre families, appeared on "Larry King Live" with her Monday and said the families wanted Bell's legacy to be the end of police abuse.

"These are solid people that just want to see fairness and that just want to hope Sean Bell's legacy is that this stops," Sharpton said. "Something has to break the cycle where those police that step out of bounds feel they can get away with it."

He said Bell and his friends had been well-behaved at a Queens strip club bachelor party before the shooting and any disturbance reported by witnesses had nothing to do with them.

"If there was some raucous behavior, they were not involved at all," he said. "But even if there had been a raucous party, that doesn't give police the right to come in and become judge, jury and executioner on unar

Monday, December 04, 2006

Has Jay-Z Outgrown Hip-Hop?



http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/columns-editorials/id.676/title.who-the-hell-am-i-has-jay-z-outgrown-hip-hop/p.4
| Author: Andreas Hale


November 21st 2006 marked the day that Jay-Z returned from his proposed “retirement.” The expectations were set ridiculously high for Young Hova but if anyone could exceed expectations, the Jiggaman could….right? Apparently not. Although “Show Me What You Got” became a burner in the clubs, some predicted that this Jay-Z album just wouldn’t be up to snuff. Then the reviews began to surface. Definitely not up to Jay-Z standards. The marketing push that Jay put behind the album was unprecedented (from Monday Night Football ads to Budweiser commercials and, of course, the Jay-Z Hangar Tour) and resulted in first week sales reaching close to 700k but the critics and the streets began to speak.

“But what may cause the most arguments is that S. Carter seems to be representing Park Avenue more than the Marcy Projects on this album. True, false, or irrelevant?” – HipHopDX.com (rating 3.5 out of 5)

“The material shows a lack of direction from an MC whose age and position put him in uncharted waters.” – Allhiphop.com (rating 3.5 out of 5)

“Not to abuse the tired cliche of "grown folks music", but this is it, defined.” – Hiphopsite.com (rating 4 out of 5)

“…like athletes, we expect rappers to disappear when they turn 30. We have no use for them as they become older and more comfortable with themselves-- even if their minds are as sharp as ever…But that's Kingdom Come: Jay boringly rapping about boring stuff and being totally comfortable with it” – Pitchforkmedia.com (rating 5 out of 10)

“Jay-Z is hip-hop, yes, but the dirty little secret that he likes us to ignore is that hip-hop is not Jay-Z” – popmatters.com (rating 7 out of 10)

Wow…look at that last statement and then plant it alongside the other clips. Does anyone see a recurring theme here? While most of the reviews couldn’t argue with how Jay-Z is the “kingpin of the ink pen/monster of the double entendre” the problems arise about Jay’s subject matter. Gone are the days of “Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street” and instead we get riddles of “good credit and such.” Sadly, in Hip Hop this has become blasphemy. But why has the dream materialized become so incredibly out of touch? Why does Hip Hop have to be hustlin’, pimpin’ and slangin’? Although Kingdom Come didn’t deliver the goods as expected (according to the general consensus), it did tear open a gaping generation gap question that needs to be addressed. Has Jay-Z and artists like him outgrown his audience?

What Jay-Z has become is a dream materialized. Hip Hop has been deeply rooted in the struggle to come up and achieve a dream. But when that dream is achieved does that mean the struggle stops? Obviously so, according to many. See, there’s a big difference in struggling for food as opposed to struggling to maintain wealth and health. Hip Hop has never really seen a dream materialize, rather many dreams have been halted abruptly. Just when Tupac and Biggie were hitting their collective strides their lives were ended by a hail of bullets.

The question has always been asked “What If…” and the answer is “Jay-Z.”

Jay-Z has become the only artist that has allowed his growth to be caught on record. There were no voids where Jay grew and we didn’t see it. Jay-Z has always been in the spotlight. So as he matured, so did his music. And now he’s at a point where we have witnessed his growth into a successful black man with more money than you can shake a stick at.

There are two lines in “30 Something” that encompasses the “grown up” part of Jay-Z…

“I don't buy out the bar, I bought the nightspot”

And…

“Young enough to know the right car to buy/Yet grown enough not to put rims on it…”

The former is about just being flat out rich. Nothing more, nothing less. Jay-Z has more money than you (or he) has ever thought of and can now do things that were out of Hip-Hop’s collective reach. Instead of purchasing from someone, wouldn’t it be better to own it? It's as simple as “why buy a drink for ‘x’ amount of dollars when I can own the club that has the bar that sells drinks for ‘x’ amount of dollars?” The math is so simple, yet so complex. Many of us love basketball, so why not own a team? Jay-Z did it, now you see how many others have followed in his footsteps. But wait…don’t you need “good credit and such” to own a team?

The latter is about knowledge of wealth. As simple as the line is perceived to be, it speaks in volumes about Hip Hop culture today. Excess, materialism, etc. Jay-Z understands that rims look nice but have no added value for a vehicle and thus can be disposable. But how many of us understand that? I mean seriously…how many of us understand that owning a house is far more important than having a Dodge Magnum on 24’s? Rather ironic that we are entrenched in a culture so obsess with money yet has no idea what to do once we have it.

But in a consumer driven economy, the truth is that we are supposed to like rims and spend our hard earned dollars on bullshit. We’ve all been through it one way or another. So when someone like Jay-Z flips the script and talks about “good credit” do you think that this is what the economy wants to hear? Better yet, do the old owners of rims, jewelry and other excess want you to consider saving your money and your credit so you can one day own a business or a team or a corporation or even them? Hell no!

Mass Media has done a helluva job convincing us that the glass ceiling is closer to our heads than we originally thought. By using Hip Hop as a tool to promote hamburgers, GAP clothing and cars instead of fighting against sexism, racism and other numerous forms of oppression, they powers that be have beaten us at our own game.

So back to this statement…

“Jay-Z is hip-hop, yes, but the dirty little secret that he likes us to ignore is that hip-hop is not Jay-Z”

So who dictates what is Hip Hop and what isn’t? Why is Hip Hop not Jay-Z? Is that saying that good credit and financial responsibility are not Hip Hop? It has to obviously be scary to concede to the fact that it isn’t Jay-Z and people that look like Jay-Z who make Hip Hop, rather it be the old white CEOs who sit atop their thrones while throwing to us what they think is hip hop. But we are no better because we believe what they tell us.

As much as we would like to believe that we are trendsetters and “exclusive”, we are mere followers to the bigger machine. A machine that feeds us these vices and fills our little heads with pipe dreams and such to the point that achieving them isn’t even important anymore.

The name of the game today is to go out there and try while looking good without actually achieving. Because if you do in fact “make it”, you’ll be labeled a sell-out. There’s nothing flashy about a jump shot…except that its worth two points (and last time I checked the team with the most points wins). Instead we would rather dribble off of your head, do a cartwheel, and try a 360 layup with nobody defending us. We’d rather bask in the glory of oohs and ahhs and miss the fuckin’ rim completely rather than sink a boring ol’ jump shot. We love the journey but don’t want to see the ending. Because when the proposed “end” comes…what is left? Winning the game is not an option. And this is what they feed to us thru Hip Hop. Scary isn’t it?

“I came into a little bit of a revelation recently. I turned 31 and I’m starting to realize that a lot of this Hip Hop/rap thing is for kids. It’s a young people’s movement. And I know we as adults try to hang onto our youth as long as possible but my point is you gotta know when to let go because when you’re 36 and you dress like you’re 15 you look fuckin’ stupid!” – Aries Spears

While that line is laugh out loud funny, it does make you rethink where you are as a hip hop fan. If you are young then I guess this may not apply to you (yet). But if you are an 80’s baby you have to wonder how true this statement is. While Hip Hop may be rooted in the kids and the young people, it is the old man sitting up there getting his belly fat off of our work. You don’t have to “look” rich to “be” rich. Rock & Roll used to be considered a “kids” movement but now you have artists like Aerosmith and U2 still making incredible and timeless music. Do they look like every other rock star?

alone and look for the nearest Celine Dion or Earth Wind & Fire album? Or can Hip Hop grow and mature with us instead of without us? Can Hip Hop become rich and successful while taking the struggle to new heights (Sudan Crisis, Water Shortage, AIDS, Electoral Politics, Racism, etc)? I think we can…I can’t just leave my culture behind and look for a new one. I’d rather use it for a tool to educate and elevate.

But because of our mere willingness to settle for a dollar and a dream (and a plethora of other reasons) it is enough reason for me to suggest a ban on hip hop. Oh you don’t know what I mean by “destroy and rebuild”? Well I guess you won’t until the next editorial…and I’m just a critic…Who The Hell Am I? But the better question is…Who The Hell Are You?

“If the prophecy's correct, then the child should have to pay/ For the sins of the father/ So I bartered my tomorrow's against my yesterdays…/ I'm both saint and sinner…/ I'm on permanent vacay/ Life is but a beach chair/ This song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here.” – Jay-Z

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Stopping the N Word Starts With Blacks



JASMYNE CANNICK: Stopping the N Word Starts With Blacks
(November 28, 2006)

http://www.eurweb.com/story/eur30016.cfm

*Black leaders are calling on the entertainment industry to stop using the “N” word, a move in theory that I support wholeheartedly.

Do I think that the entertainment industry gives a damn? Absolutely not, but it makes for great news clips and if one didn’t know any better they’d think we were really doing something here. But in actuality, Blacks would be foolish to expect an industry that is only concerned with making money and lots of it to voluntarily comply with the request of a few Black leaders when there’s millions of dollars to be made.

The N word is profitable, let’s face it.

How do I know? Because every Tuesday millions of us disperse to our local music stores and support artists, many of whom are Black, that in their lyrics degrade women and use the N word freely. In we fact, we expect to them do it, that’s what we want and that’s why they’re rich.

To expect record companies, who are raking in millions each year off the N word to voluntarily give that up is irrational. The only way we’re going to make sweeping systemic changes in the way the N word is used is if we force it economically and quite frankly I don’t think we really want to do that.

In order for change to be made that would mean that we would have to stop listening to the artists that we love so much. It would mean that we couldn’t support films where the N word was used, no matter who’s starring in it. It would mean the boycotting of radio stations that play songs from artists who use the N word. No more buying designer clothes from artists who use the N word. No more buying concert tickets for artists who use the N word and of course watching BET and MTV would be out of the question.

Are Blacks really ready to give up the N word? Because the only way it’s going to happen is if we effect their bottom line but alas, we’re too busy making their bottom line.

I’ll be the first to admit that I love hip-hop. However, my love for hip-hop does not mean that I turn a deaf ear to its use of the N word and homophobic and misogynistic lyrics like so many of us often do with the disclaimer, “I like the beat not the words.” That’s a cop out, plain and simple.

And let’s be clear, we are the same group of people that liked R. Kelly’s beats so much that we turned a blind eye towards the very blatant proof that he was engaging in at best questionable activities with minor girls and put him and his new album on top of the charts.

We should not be in the business of asking other people to do something that we aren’t even willing to do ourselves.

I think Black people are just fine with the N word. Sure, we may get riled up when a white person uses it, but can we really when most of us use it everyday in our daily conversations.

Consider this, Black people went from referring to each other as “brothas and sistas” to nigga’s and bitch’s and sometimes worse.

Until the majority of Blacks are willing to make a conscientious effort which requires a lifestyle change in regards to the N word, it will continue to be used not only by Blacks but by other races as well.

Jasmyne Cannick is a commentator and activist who is known for addressing the issues others can't or simply won't. Chosen as one of ESSENCE Magazine's 25 Women Shaping the World in 2005, at 29, Jasmyne writes a popular daily blog at jasmynecannick.com and myspace.com/jasmynecannick. She resides in Los Angeles.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Angry crowd protests NYPD shooting



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• Five officers involved are placed on paid administrative leave
• Angry crowd gathers to demand answers about NYPD shooting of groom
• Crowd shouts that Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly 'must go'
• Police say no gun was found in victims' car
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NEW YORK (AP) -- An angry crowd shouted "No justice, no peace!" Some called for the ouster of the city's police commissioner. Many counted off to 50, the number of rounds that are estimated to have been fired by police at three unarmed men, killing one on his wedding day.

Several hundred people gathered Sunday for a vigil and rally to demand answers about why officers let fly a flurry of bullets at 23-year-old Sean Bell early Saturday, hours before he was supposed to marry the mother of his two young children.

The five officers were placed on paid administrative leave and stripped of their guns, said Paul Browne, chief spokesman for the NYPD. Police and prosecutors promised a full investigation.

But none of that stemmed the fury of a community outraged by the shootings. (Watch the crowd count down the number of shots fired Video )

"We cannot allow this to continue to happen," the Rev. Al Sharpton said at the gathering outside Mary Immaculate Hospital, where one of the two wounded men was in critical condition. "We've got to understand that all of us were in that car."

Relatives of the men, including Bell's fiancee, attended the vigil and rally but none spoke publicly.

Some in the crowd called for the removal of Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly, yelling "Kelly must go!"

Kelly has said that police shot at the car after it drove forward and struck an undercover officer and an unmarked police minivan. The information was based on interviews with witnesses and two officers who did not fire their weapons, he said.

But a witness account emerged Monday disputing that version of events.

Trini Wright, a dancer at the strip club where Bell's bachelor party was held, told the Daily News she was going to a diner with the men and was putting her makeup bag in the trunk of their car when the police minivan appeared.

"The minivan came around the corner and smashed into their car. And they (the police) jumped out shooting," Wright, 28, told the newspaper for Monday editions. "No 'stop.' No 'freeze.' No nothing."

Kelly had said Saturday the police department was still piecing together what happened and that it was too early to say whether the shooting was justified. He said it was unclear whether the officers, who were in plain clothes, identified themselves before firing.

On Sunday, Browne said, "We are continuing to look for additional witnesses to shed light on the incident and assisting the district attorney's office with its investigation."

Mayor Michael Bloomberg and Kelly planned to meet with community leaders at City Hall on Monday. Bloomberg and his aides were in contact with Bell's family and community leaders throughout the weekend.

The shootings occurred after 4 a.m. Saturday outside the Kalua Cabaret in Queens. Kelly said the incident stemmed from an undercover operation by seven officers investigating the club.

Bell was struck twice. The survivors were Joseph Guzman, 31, who was shot at least 11 times, and Trent Benefield, 23, who was hit three times. Guzman was in critical condition Sunday and Benefield was stable.

The officers' shots struck the men's car 21 times. They also hit nearby homes and shattered windows at a train station, though no residents were injured.

Police thought one of the men in the car might have had a gun, but investigators found no weapons. It was unclear what prompted police to open fire, Kelly said.

According to Kelly, the groom was involved in a verbal dispute outside the club, and one of his friends referred to a gun.

An undercover officer walked closely behind Bell and his friends as they headed for their car. As he walked toward the front of the vehicle, the car drove forward, striking the officer and minivan, Kelly said.

The officer was apparently the first to open fire, Kelly said. He had served on the force for five years. One 12-year veteran fired his weapon 31 times, emptying two full magazines, Kelly said.

In total, it is believed 50 bullets were fired, he said. It was the first time any of the officers, all of whom carried 9 mm handguns, had been involved in a shooting, he said.

At some point, Bell backed the car onto a sidewalk, hitting a building gate, police said. He then drove forward, striking the police vehicle a second time, Kelly said.

The police department's policy on shooting at moving vehicles states: "Police officers shall not discharge their firearms at or from a moving vehicle unless deadly force is being used against the police officers or another person present, by means other than a moving vehicle."

The police officers' group 100 Blacks in Law Enforcement Who Care said it was issuing a vote of no confidence in Kelly over the shooting.

Community leaders planned a rally December 6 at police headquarters.

This isn't the first time the NYPD has come under scrutiny over officer-involved shootings.
In 1999, police killed Amadou Diallo, an unarmed immigrant from Guinea in western African who was shot 19 times. The four officers in that case were acquitted of criminal charges. And in 2003, Ousmane Zongo, a native of Burkina Faso in western African, was hit four times, twice in the back

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The Psychic Scars That Shaped an NBA Star


By Mike Wise
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, October 29, 2006; Page A01

Mary Francis Robinson stood behind a security guard a few feet from where the players shoot layups before games at American Airlines Arena in Miami. On the jersey of the player she last saw when he was 3 1/2 years old was the number 0. She heard once he wore that number "because people always said he wouldn't amount to nothin'." · "Gilbert!"

Robinson yelled. · The fledgling NBA star settled on the woman's gaze. · "Gilbert! I'm your mom! I'm your mom!"
In a league with its fill of huge personalities and oversized egos, Wizards guard Gilbert Arenas stands apart because of his nomadic journey from a Miami housing project to the streets of Los Angeles, a caring father and a forgotten mother.

Gilbert Arenas froze, did a double-take and returned to the layup line, shaken by the woman's words. After the game, Robinson persuaded one of his teammates to bring her by the team bus to meet Arenas. She collapsed in his arms, Arenas recalled, hugging him by the waist as he held the sobbing woman upright. Ashamed that she had abandoned him 18 years earlier, continuing to cry, she handed him a piece of paper with her telephone number on it.

It was Arenas's second season with the Golden State Warriors. He was not yet 21 years old. He kissed Robinson on the cheek, turned and walked away.

Four years later, Gilbert Arenas has yet to call his mother.

"All I asked for when I was younger was to meet her," said Arenas, who on Wednesday begins his fourth season with the Washington Wizards. "That was it. God gave me that chance to meet her that day. I didn't want to know why, I didn't want to know all the things that happened. I just wanted to meet her. That was my only wish."

Before Gilbert Arenas became the antidote to Michael Jordan's bitter end in Washington, before he spun the District on his fingertips and carried the Wizards to their first consecutive playoff appearances in two decades, before he emerged from an unheralded high school career in Southern California to enjoy unexpected success at the University of Arizona and then in the NBA, there was this: a nomadic journey from a Miami housing project to the streets of Los Angeles, a caring father, a forgotten mother.

In a league filled with huge personalities and oversize egos, Arenas stands apart. A two-time all-star who last season scored the fourth-most points in the National Basketball Association, Arenas, 24, is one of the league's most enigmatic figures, an idiosyncratic loner, a charmingly candid young man who freely admits he pushes away those who get close to him.

To understand Arenas, you have to go back to the beginning. To understand his journey, where he has traveled and how he came to light up a moribund basketball team in Washington, you need to start over. To understand the player who gallops off the Verizon Center floor bare-chested after tossing his jersey into the stands following Wizards home games, who likes to practice alone in the middle of the night, who must own every DVD and collectible jersey he can buy, who is such an extroverted performer that he leaves work to become a solitary homebody, you have to go back to the rundown Overtown section of Miami. You have to go back to apartment No. 9.

You have to go back to the mother who gave him up there. And then you have to come forward, to the mother of his 10-month-old baby girl and the opulent red brick home he bought for them on a cul-de-sac in the Virginia suburbs.

"Whatever happens in your past, you get second chances," Arenas said. "Basketball is where I put all my pain and let it go. The court became my sanctuary, my outlet. Most males, we don't have outlets. A lot of females don't realize we can't go and tell our friends our problems. We don't talk about that. That's why a lot of men have stress. Some golf, some do strip clubs or whatever. Mine was going on the basketball floor.

"By showing up in the gym and looking at the rim and holding the ball, I got some of that out."

* * *

'Come get your boy'

Gilbert Arenas Sr. got an offer he couldn't refuse in 1985.

"Come get your boy."

"One day I get a phone call: 'Hey, look, you don't know me and I don't know you. But Francis is not raising your son,' " he was told.

He did not remember the woman's name, but he recalled that she said she was the grandmother of a child Mary Francis Robinson had had by her son.

"She said: 'I just happened to find your number through the agency. But I'm giving you an opportunity to be a father. I have your son with me right now in Miami.' "

"They found both of the babies in a crack house," Gilbert Sr. said.

"She had left the kids there. I said, 'Hey, look, say no more. I'll be down there."

He left Tampa immediately and drove through Alligator Alley. Four hours later, he arrived in Overtown. He drove down a side street until he reached a steel-fenced housing project, found the apartment and knocked on the door.

A rambunctious child of almost 4 greeted him as he walked through the door.

"He was full of smiles," Gilbert Sr. said. I could see that glare in his eyes, that glare that, normally when you around good things and good things about to happen, I seen it. He had this big smile on his face."

"Do you know who I am?" Gilbert Sr. asked.

"Yeah," Little Gil replied.

"Who am I?"

"My daddy."

"You, you -- right."

"I said, 'So you have all your clothes?' He said, 'Yeah.' I look in the bag. He had like three pieces of clothing. No underwear. No nothing.

"I said, 'You ready to go?'

"He said, " 'Yeah.' "

Gilbert Arenas Jr. walked out the door of apartment No. 9 and, in the late summer sun, got into his father's car to begin life anew.

"You could tell that was the best day of his life," his father said.

Gilbert Sr. drove his son to West Tampa, to the same house on Cherry Street he and his two brothers grew up in and two blocks from where his grandfather, Hippolito Arenas, a first-generation Cuban American, rolled cigars at a now-decaying brick factory. Fannie Lee Arenas, Gilbert's grandmother, cared for Gilbert the next few years as his father tried to kick-start an acting career.

Three years after gaining custody of his son, Gilbert Sr. decided to move across the country. "Gil, let's go," he told the 7-year-old boy. "We goin' to California."

An industry guide, the Ross Reports, Gilbert Sr. recalled, had said the movie and television studios were in Hollywood and Burbank. He took the Burbank exit off the 101 Freeway until he reached Olive Park. First day in Southern California and there Gilbert Sr. was, playing softball alongside the cast of "The Days of Our Lives," who just happened to need a catcher.

"What's the guy's name, 'Wax on, wax off?' " Gilbert Sr. asked. Pat Morita, the late actor from "The Karate Kid" movies? "Yeah, he came out, too," he said. "I'm thinking, 'This is great. I'm out here with some stars.' "

The only problem was, he and Gilbert had no place to live. Gilbert Sr. saw a 7-year-old boy playing on the swings who needed a Happy Meal. He had $25 to his name.

He slept on the windshield of his blue Mazda RX-7 part of that first night and opened the hatch so some air could get in while little Gilbert slept in the back. "I'm sitting there, thinking, 'Man, this is not a good move.' "

He recalled a police officer knocking on the car window around midnight, telling him he could not sleep in the park with his son. He drove to a Thrifty drug store and parked behind the building. For the next three days, Gilbert Sr. and his young son spent their mornings and afternoons at Olive Park and their nights in the back of a parking lot, trying to sleep in a coupe on the outskirts of Hollywood.

"Me and Gil used to have this game we used to play called, 'Fly-Away,' " Gilbert Sr. said. "I don't know why, but the sound used to make him smile. 'Woo-Woooo!' Well, I wanted to fly away. The sun set and I would think to myself, 'What the hell am I doing here?' I didn't have anything, including a clue. He didn't know what I was thinking. Tears are about to start rollin' out of my eyes.

"Then Gil said, 'Daddy, what's wrong?' I said, 'Nothin'.' He said, 'We goin' be all right.' "And I looked at him and said, 'Yeah, we are.' He's telling me that at 7 or 8 years old."

Within 12 hours, Gilbert Sr. had an $8-an-hour job, $1,500 through a loan company to put him and his son into an affordable apartment, and free day care; the boyfriend of the apartment complex manager volunteered to take care of Gilbert after spending three minutes with him. Strangers who overheard Gilbert Sr.'s woes would slip $20 bills into little Gilbert's hands. The Brookstree Apartments in Van Nuys became their home for almost nine years.

"Gilbert was my good-luck piece," Gilbert Sr. said. "Everywhere I went, people fell in love with him and wanted to do things for us."

On a tour of Arenas's childhood haunts in July, Gilbert Sr. pointed to a bench at Olive Park, which is now called Izay Park. Across a freshly mowed field where he and young Gilbert had sat is the park's signature feature, a Lockheed F-104 Starfighter.

The baby blue jet arches toward the sky, rising up from the grass, its nose pointed toward the heavens. "Gil would play on that and try and climb it," he said.

When he was 16, the Wizards' star recalled recently, he began dreaming about a big spaceship in a park. "My life was good when I saw that spaceship," Arenas said. "I just wanted to ride away on it and I knew everything would be okay."

Told that the jet and the park were not his imagination, Arenas smiled in wonderment. "That wasn't a dream? The ship was real? That's where we stayed?' "

While his father escorted a visitor around the old park that afternoon in July, Arenas was in a studio called the House of Moes in Marina del Rey filming an Adidas commercial in which a robotic Arenas dominates the basketball court and, ostensibly, the world. Between cuts, Arenas rose from a nap in the star's trailer, yawned and declared, "Man, this is work."

Gilbert Sr. never starred in a movie. But he got a speaking part on "Miami Vice" once and, at age 45, has done a couple of commercials and occasionally auditions for minor roles. But he seems content in his modest North Hollywood apartment, where he's lived since Arenas left for college.

"People might look at my dad like, 'Oh, you wasn't an actor, you didn't do this.' Maybe he came to California for me, to give me a chance. Maybe he didn't do what he wanted to do, but I did," Arenas said. "So, he actually did get big in Hollywood because I got big. Sometimes, back home they can look at him like, 'Oh, you didn't become that movie star on television like you said.' Well, he can say, 'My son's on television every day.' "We're both goofy and we're both hard-working," he added. "You always try not to be your father, you know, 'I'm nothing like my dad.' But I am my dad."

Gilbert Sr. said, "A big piece of Gil is me and I'm sure a big part of me is him."

* * *

'What's my mother's name?'

The day after Arenas met Mary Francis Robinson, he said nothing about the encounter to anyone. Then he told his Dad.

"We went to the Cheesecake Factory the next night and that's when he pulled me aside and said, 'Dad, what's my mother's name?' I said, 'Why?' "

"I'm just curious," Arenas told him.

"I said, 'Mary Francis.' "

"Well," his son said, "I just met this lady last night at the game who gave me this phone number and said she was my mom."

"And?"

"Well, that's all. I didn't say anything. We just hugged each other and she started crying."

Gilbert Sr. took the piece of paper from his son and phoned Robinson, the woman he remembered as a long-limbed, pretty teenager at Jefferson High School in Tampa, back when he had the same athletic dreams his son lives today.

They dated for about a year, and sometime before Gilbert Sr.'s graduation he found out she was pregnant. A multi-sport star who was known on the West Tampa courts as "Gil the Thrill," Gilbert Sr. had an uncle coaching at Florida Memorial College outside Miami who had offered him a baseball scholarship. He left Tampa and his pregnant girlfriend to better their future.

"I knew it would be a crossroads between me and her trying to make the baby thing work," he said. "I had worked it out for her to stay with my family, but Gil's mother decided she wanted to make her own life and make her own decisions. When she got out on her own, she met certain people. Certain people got in her head and convinced her to do certain things. That's where her problem lies."

He came home from spring break after Gilbert was born. Mary Francis had moved to the projects in Tampa. "I remember thinking, 'Man, this isn't good for my son,' " Gilbert Sr. said. "But I couldn't do anything at the time because I didn't have full custody.

"One particular time I was at her house, and Gil and I were asleep. I woke up and had to come down the stairs for something. She had one of her girlfriends over and they had this aluminum foil on the top of the car. I think they were doing snow at the time."

"What the hell are you doing?" Gilbert Sr. recalled asking them.

"You don't want to know," Mary Francis replied. "You don't want none of this."

"You got a kid upstairs," he told her. "You don't need to be doin' this crap."

Their son was not yet 2 years old.

"I left the house," Gilbert Sr. said. "That was the last time I ever saw her."

* * *

'He comfort me so much'

Twenty-one years after Gilbert Sr. picked up his son, the door to apartment No. 9 in the Town Park Plaza North Condominiums in Overtown opened again, this time for a visitor.

"You wanted to meet Gilbert's mama?" said Virginia Huggins, the woman who had phoned Gilbert's father and asked him to come get his son two decades earlier. "She's upstairs. She'll be down in a few minutes."

A slim woman of 43 in a casual jean skirt, lime green floral-print blouse and seashell necklace sheepishly walked into the living room and sat down on the plastic covering of Huggins's sofa. "I don't go by Mary, I just go by Francis," she said.

She began to peel back the layers of a hard life, which changed dramatically, she said, after she got pregnant with Gilbert and his father left for college.

"I just felt abandoned," Francis said. "I was so angry, I just moved out in my own apartment instead of trying to work at it with Gilbert's father. I just . . . if I knew what would have came of things, I would have done things differently."

She spoke in a raspy, weathered, sometimes unintelligible voice, and wept often between sentences, pausing to laugh when the 22-year-old man comforting her on the sofa gave her grief about her tears.

"Stop cryin', Ma," said William "Blue" Robinson, Gilbert's half-brother, the kid Gilbert once accidentally bounced off a water bed and dragged behind him while teaching Blue to walk.

"Shut up, Blue," she said, wiping her eyes and laughing. "Gilbert changed your Pampers."

Blue never met his father. He was shot and killed in Tampa, bleeding to death in Mary Francis's arms a month before she gave birth to her second son. By then, she had fallen into drugs and depression.

Huggins, 66, was so traumatized by her son's death, she moved the family to Miami, and Francis followed. "I just stopped caring after a while," Francis said. "I lost the strong side of me."

"He comfort me so much," she said of Gilbert. "Even when he was so little, Gilbert was the man of the house. He would hold me and tell me, 'We'll be all right.' He couldn't have been more than 2 years old, but he used to bring me something to eat. In all my dreams, he was still 3 years old coming across the street to see me."

Wanda Huggins, Virginia's daughter, was awarded custody of Blue, whose jocular gait, soft complexion and sinewy body frame today make him a spitting image of his older brother. Wanda also is raising Wanisha, Gilbert's 14-year-old half-sister. "She love Gilbert," Wanda said. "She always see him on TV. She want to get to know him."

In all, Arenas has five half-brothers and two half-sisters. They range in age from 7 to 22. He has never met them.

* * *

'I don't need his money'

On the way to a buffet restaurant a few miles from the housing project, Blue spoke about his desire to become a detective despite forgoing college for a job at a Publix grocery warehouse. He proudly showed a cellphone video image of himself at a shooting range, and spoke to his mother about the second firearm he had recently purchased.

"You got two guns, Blue? I didn't even know you had one," Francis said.

"Mom, it ain't like we live in the damn suburbs," he said, pulling a silver-plated, 40-caliber Taurus handgun from the pocket of his oversize jean shorts.

"Can I hide this under your seat while we go in the restaurant?" he asked, politely.

Francis relies on men on the street in Overtown, men with nicknames such as "Kool-Aid," "Cornbread," "Wine" and "Bonnie," to keep her abreast of her eldest son's exploits. "Mostly Kool-Aid," Francis said. "He always tellin' me, 'Oh, Gilbert on the injured list,' or 'Gilbert got selected to the all-star team.' Kool-Aid always say, 'If you ever do meet him again, get me a jersey.' Everybody on the streets tell me, 'Girl, you crazy. He got all that money and you his mama?' I tell them, 'That's his money.' I don't need none of it. I just want my kids to get together one day and meet each other."

Francis said she lost track of Gilbert for several years until a family member told her that her son was a star basketball player at the University of Arizona. It would take a couple of more years until she reached out to him at that game in Miami.

"I feel like since I abandon him, I didn't know how he was going on with his life and if he wanted to hear from me," she said. "I barely came up to his waist when I saw him that day in Miami. I was cryin' and so ashamed."

Under the alias Alexandra Delphing, Francis has a criminal record in the Miami Police Department database dating from 1989, according to a public information officer at the department. "I came up with that name 'cause I didn't want things to keep going back to my name," she said. She has been drug-free for some time, though would not elaborate. "I still drink my beer now and then," she said.

"The life I been livin', I ain't happy with it," she added. "I'm trying to maintain on the outside. I joke to make people laugh. But little do they know I'm hurting inside."

Outside the restaurant, Francis broke down again. "I scarred Gilbert real bad," she said through her sobs. "I know I did. Not just him, but myself, too. I scarred myself.

"I don't need his money. I just want him to know I love him regardless. Regardless. I know it's not right for me to ask, but if he can ever find it in his heart to forgive me. . . ."

* * *

'I don't hate my mother'

Gilbert Arenas says he's not interested in reconnecting with his mother at the moment.

People close to him say this is not because he carries any animosity toward her. In fact, those who know him best say his encounter with her had deeply traumatized him.

"It's definitely caused some issues," said Howard Levine, Arenas's coach for three years at Grant High School in Burbank, Calif. "Just imagine you don't have the love of your mother. This is a kid who doesn't trust people too much. This is a kid who thinks people will abandon him."

Arenas says his father once tried to tell him the story of how he came to Miami to pick Gilbert up as a child. "I was watching TV and told him, 'I really don't care. If you want to, get it off your chest,' " Arenas said. "He's like, 'You don't want to know how I got you?' I never even thought about it. It's the past. You move forward.

"Everyone is not built to be parents," Arenas continued. "You can't judge anybody. I don't judge her because my Dad did a great job with me.

"I'm here. I could have been against the world. 'Oh, my mom left me,' and blamed everything on that. But I can't be like that. She had me at 17. . . . Seventeen, you're still trying to become a young lady." [Robinson was 18 when Arenas was born.]

Told of his mother's wish for forgiveness, Arenas paused and thought.

"Everyone forgives," he finally said. "But you go 24 years without somebody, it's like a stranger, you know. What can you say? I don't hate my mother [or] hate women because of what happened in my childhood."

* * *

'I'm always in the middle of life's problems'

Laura Govan lives in a new, 7,000-square-foot home in Northern Virginia that Arenas purchased for her and their 10-month-old daughter, Izela Semaya, whom Gilbert calls "Iza" and "Cheyla." His place is about a three-minute drive away.

They met about five years ago, as he was emerging as the best player on the Golden State Warriors. Half African American, a quarter of Mexican and Hawaiian extraction from her mother's side, Govan is an attractive 27-year-old, 2 1/2 years older than Arenas. She grew up in a prominent family of nine in the affluent Bay Area community of Orinda.

They dated for about two years, but slowly grew apart after Arenas signed a six-year, $65 million contract with the Wizards in the summer of 2003 and moved to Washington. She was working in the public relations department of the Sacramento Kings at the time after having worked briefly for Los Angeles Lakers star Shaquille O'Neal.

Such was the on-and-off nature of their relationship that Arenas was surprised last year when he learned Govan was carrying his child. But Arenas, having secured permission to quietly leave the Wizards during a Western Conference road swing, was on hand in the birthing room in Oakland last Christmas Eve when Govan gave birth to their daughter.

Within weeks, though, Arenas and Govan were arguing over issues of custody, paternity and the fragile state of their relationship. Govan hired an aggressive Bay Area law firm, which threatened to embarrass Arenas by serving him with a paternity suit on national television during a game in Sacramento on March 28.

Arenas was advised by his attorney to avoid being served a subpoena in the state at all costs, noting that he could suffer a severe personal loss of wealth because of California laws governing paternity and child support.

Arenas said Wizards owner Abe Pollin agreed. "Abe Pollin was like, 'This can't happen,'" Arenas said.

The team concocted a story: Arenas had the flu. "I called my teammates. They said: 'Don't worry. We're going to win this game. We'll meet you on the plane.' " Arenas watched on television in his hotel room as the Wizards beat the Kings without him. The team spent the night in Sacramento, but Arenas flew to Houston with at least two teammates, he said.

The Wizards did not deny the episode. When asked about it last week, the team issued a statement by Pollin. "We're proud of Gilbert as a player and as a person," he said. "He has overcome a great deal in his life, he has exceeded most people's expectations, and he has become an integral part of the Washington, D.C., community. Most importantly, Gilbert is a member of our family, just as everyone is that works for me."

What began as a lovers' spat morphed into a cross-country, cat-and-mouse game in which the Wizards' star hid in hotel rooms under aliases to avoid being served in person. The entire Wizards organization played its part to keep the matter out of the public eye.

Arenas believes his personal troubles actually helped unite the Wizards last season. "I think that's when my players looked up to me," he said. "They knew everything I was going through and I'm going out there fighting, doing everything I'm doing on that floor and it doesn't look like it's fazing me. I told my teammates: 'I'm not going to worry about what's going on now; we have to worry about what's going on on the floor. Don't think I'm thinkin' about something else. I'm going to deal with that after the season.' So I was like, 'You guys just protect me here and we'll work that out after the season.' "

The ordeal went on so long it actually became a running gag with some of the Wizards. "We made it into a big joke," Arenas said. "My teammates would say, 'Gil's on the run again,' or, 'You dodged that one like "The Matrix." ' Oakland, Sacramento, Houston, Chicago. They were trying to serve me everywhere. I would stay under an alias."

In Oakland, Arenas narrowly escaped being served when teammate Donnell Taylor was mistaken for him at a practice, giving Arenas enough time to flee.

"All I heard was: 'We're going to get him by any means necessary. If he's shooting a free throw, we'll run on that floor and embarrass him, that's what we're going to do.' It got that crazy and nasty," Arenas said.

Arenas finally called Govan and asked her to pull back. "I said: 'Why are you doing this when I told you if you give up custody I will take my daughter. I want my daughter. I will do anything for her. I don't understand what you're trying to do.' "

Govan now regrets what she put herself and Arenas through. "I called the lawyer one day and said, 'I didn't want you to serve him, I just wanted you to scare him,' " she said. "He took it to World War II extremes."

Arenas called Govan's father, with whom he says he is close, and negotiated a mutually beneficial plan that would allow her to live near Arenas with her own house, car and financial allowance. After Govan's attorney had been paid off -- Arenas said it cost him about $10,000 -- and they had agreed to raise the child together, the two met face-to-face.

"We realized how much money we wasted, how much time we wasted," Govan said. "In the end, we just sat down and looked at each other."

Arenas took a paternity test two weeks after the season to ensure he was the father.

"I'm always in the middle of life's problems, I'm so used to the chaos," he said. He refers to himself as a single parent and says he is unsure whether he and Govan will ever work out as a couple. "We're in hot water right now," he said. "It's so hard to be a parent when you're not with the woman. Especially when you see what you don't want to be. I don't want to be like my mother. I don't want to be like every NBA player that sits there and pays child support. Never meet your kid."

"We're still working on this," Govan said. "Today, we're on. Tomorrow, we're not. One of the problems is, Gilbert and I are both so stubborn."

She is almost five months pregnant with their second child, a boy.

One day during an argument, she said, Arenas stormed out of the house. He came back minutes later. "He said: 'I'm sorry. I can't help it. Everybody I love, I push away. That's who I am.' "

"It's true, I catch myself doing that all the time," Arenas said. "I think that's the only way you know who's true. If you push them away and you push them to where they hate you, and if they're still around, those are true people. But if you push them away and they leave, it was never meant to be. You're just a leaf on a tree that just blew off."

Friday, October 20, 2006

'The Wire' Calls Out Destructive Culture


Show Unmasks 'New Black KKK' Role in Genocide
Alex Haley’s TV miniseries "Roots" set Nielsen Ratings records, won numerous awards and made the whole country take part in an uncomfortable-but-healthy conversation about race and racism.

For a lot of people, "Roots I" and "Roots II," released in 1977 and 1979, put the Black condition in context for the first time. It was largely a story about what institutionalized, white racism did to black folks and how one black family chose to fight it.

America, it seems, takes great satisfaction and perverse pleasure in watching black people battle systematic disenfranchisement imposed by white people.

We apparently have little interest in watching or learning about how black people participate in their own disenfranchisement.

Yes, this is AOL Sports, but I told you at the outset that Real Talk would stray into more important areas than sports. We want to be a vehicle for change, a place that sets the standard for honest, intelligent conversation about the issues that separate us.

Today I want to talk about my favorite TV show – "The Wire" – because it chronicles a self-imposed enslavement, and it’s being ignored by viewers and the Emmys. Worse, David Simon’s powerful HBO series about black youth caught in America’s war on drugs and our collective indifference to the bloodshed has sparked little healthy conversation.

"The Wire" details a genocide in poor black communities that in some ways is much sadder than anything in Haley’s epic. Roots focused on Kunta Kinte’s legacy of fighting back against the oppressor. The Wire meticulously details that political forces, black and white, work in conjunction with what I like to call the new Ku Klux Klan (black gangstas) to keep black youth uneducated, strung out, parent-less and unprepared for a life that doesn’t include prison bars and a same-sex life partner.

Like Haley’s Roots, Simon’s Wire, especially season 4, should be hailed on the cover of Time, analyzed on Nightline and discussed on Oprah’s couch.

Instead, we’re ignoring it because black people are embarrassed by it and still think the solution to our problems is the responsibility of a white daddy. White people are ignoring the discussion because they don’t want to appear racist and they don’t want the responsibility of fixing a problem they acknowledge white racism created but they know has a black-led-and-created solution.
It’s on us. Begging white people to give us jobs and wallowing in victimhood won’t stop black men from going to jail at an alarming rate or slow incredible divorce and child-illegitimacy rates or improve our performance in school.

If begging white people to take care of us worked, Jesse Jackson would be president and Michael Jackson would be the First Lady.

What will work is a sea of change in black American culture. We’ve lost our inner Kunta Kinte. Too many young (under 45) black men and women are on the payroll of the new Ku Klux Klan. Oh, Klan wages are high. A talented rapper can make a fortune sucking on the N-word like a Tic Tac at an onion buffet and promoting crack dealing to single black mothers. And TV networks are passing out phat contracts to black men and women willing to Flavor Flav and Nat X for dollars.

But just because I understand the temptation doesn’t mean the submission to it is any less repulsive. The white guys under the white hoods succumbed to the exact same temptations. There’s money and power in exploiting the poor, selling self-hate to black people and maintaining a permanent underclass.

What I don’t understand is why we’re disturbed by white Klansmen and unmoved by black ones.

It’s like we went back to the future and awakened to a world where black people are the oppressors of black people – call it “Black To The Future.” The KKK used to ride in the middle of the night, snatch strong black men from their families and beat and/or lynch them.

In episode 5 of "The Wire," David Simon illustrated how the new black KKK operates much like the traditional Klan, snatching strong black men in the middle of the night. Chris and Snoop, enforcers for drug kingpin Marlo Stansfield, strolled down a dark alley to recruit Michael Lee, a natural leader, a good kid who looks out for his little brother. Chris made the sales pitch. Snoop backed it up with some intimidating words. And then Chris handed Michael money.

We don’t yet know which direction Michael will go. The season is only half over, but Simon has foreshadowed the inevitability of Michael’s decision. His mother is strung out on crack or heroin. At age 14, he’s already responsible for his little brother. One of his best friends, Namond Brice, is being raised by a mother who is forcing him to become a dope dealer and a behind-bars father who was a pathological killer for the old drug kingpin Avon Barksdale. Michael’s other best friend, Randy Wagstaff, lives with a foster mother and is prone to making horrible decisions in pursuit of money.

If you watch "The Wire" and understand the reality that’s being depicted, you’re forced to wonder why black people tolerate the hip hop music that celebrates and glorifies the drug-dealing and anti-education culture.

We’re celebrating our own genocide!

We’re promoting a culture that is destroying us!

I can’t believe we’re not watching and talking about "The Wire." It’s the most important TV show about the condition of disenfranchised American blacks since "Roots."

As comforting as it is to blame our woes on white people, we must break that debilitating habit and deal with our own contributions to our murder, divorce, incarceration and illegitimacy rates and our collective failure in school.

They are not byproducts of skin color. They’re a byproduct of a culture of self-hate. No doubt institutionalized racism ignited the American black culture of self-hate. Only we can stop it.

Stopping it begins with standing against the black KKK, the people turning a profit by selling black buffoonery and criminality. Stopping it begins with recognizing we truly control our destiny.

Stopping it begins with having a real discussion about what we’re doing to ourselves. "The Wire" is putting it out there for everyone to see. Why ignore it?

By Jason Whitlock AOL
http://sports.aol.com/whitlock/_a/the-wire-calls-out-destructive-culture/20061013131409990001

Friday, October 13, 2006

The Making of a Black American Millionaire


The Making of a Black American Millionaire

An inspiring man he made a way for himself when there was no way. Born Arthur George Gaston in the racially segregated Demopolis, Alabama, he never went beyond the 10th grade in school. He founded the Booker T. Washington Insurance Co. in Birmingham in 1923 with $500 and began selling insurance policies to steel workers. .

Gaston’s business empire grew to include two radio stations, two cemeteries, the Citizen’s Federal Savings Bank in downtown Birmingham, and more. Added to his business sense, he had a passion for equality. Gaston once posted the $5,000 bail for Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., following his arrest for marching without a permit. (It was while in jail that King wrote his famous “Letter from Birmingham City Jail.”) .

Gaston sold his insurance company in 1987 and worked at his bank until 6 months before his death. A. G. Gaston died in his hometown in 1996. He left behind an insurance company, the Booker T. Washington Insurance Company, a construction firm, the A.G. Gaston Construction Company, and a financial institution, CFS Bancshares. The City of Birmingham owns the motel, which it plans to make into an annex to the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute, built on the former site of the Booker T. Washington Insurance Company. His net worth was estimated to be more than $130,000,000 at the time of his death.

HOLY HIP HOP ADVOCATE CHRISTOPHER 'PLAY' MARTIN: Former actor teaches the lessons of Hip Hop in new college course

Old school rapper, Christopher "Play" Martin (of rap duo Kid 'N Play) is now a professor at North Carolina Central University schooling students about the history of Hip Hop.

In addition to being an integral part of Hip Hop history himself, Martin is also a key supporter of the Holy Hip Hop Movement.

Good Morning America, Co-Anchor Charles Gibson recently interviewed Professor Martin regarding his college course titled "Hip-Hop In Context." To View interview of Christopher Martin on Good Morning America, Click Here.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The KKK's Last Meeting

Check out the story at the link below.
http://blackartemis.blogspot.com/2006/09/kkks-last-meeting.html

Friday, October 06, 2006

Jay-Z "Assists" NBA Live


Hip-Hop heavyweight Jay-Z will make an appearance in EA's new NBA Live '07 video game for Playstation and Xbox 360.

Consumers who purchase the new Reebok S.Carter Basketball IV shoe will receive a unique unlockable code to access the exclusive Jay-Z character, his S.Carter All-Stars and Rbk/S.Carter Arena for use in the game. The new edition of the S. Carter Basketball IV shoe hits Champs Sports stores on Wednesday, October 11, 2006.

The opportunity will mark yet another first in the multi-faceted career of the Brooklyn rapper.

"I always want to reach out to people in new and ground breaking ways and this collaboration with Reebok and EA does that by combining several things important to me: basketball, gaming and footwear," said Jay-Z. "NBA Live has always been one of my favorite games and I'm excited to play the latest edition and to be a part of it."



The Jay-Z character will encompass the skills and traits of many of the rapper's favorite pro hoopers, making his character one of the most skilled in the game. Jay-Z will boast the quickness of Allen Iverson, the leaping ability of Baron Davis and the three-point touch of Peja Stojakovic, among others.

"The players Jay-Z chose to have his character modeled after would be on the ultimate wish list of any basketball fan," said Brent Nielsen, Senior Producer of NBA Live '07 on Xbox 360 and PlayStation 3 console. "Fans will have fun and enjoy the opportunity to play with a character with super hero- like qualities that we have created for Jay-Z."

The unlockable Jay-Z character will also be available as a free agent to join gamers' favorite NBA team in both Season and Dynasty modes in NBA Live '07.

For more information, gamers can log on to nbalive07.com.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Wolverine debuts ESP portable multimedia player


Wolverine debuts ESP portable multimedia player

By Peter Cohen

Wolverine Data has introduced its ESP — a portable multimedia player that’s Mac and PC-compatible. It plays music and video, displays pictures and more. It’s available in 80GB and 120GB models for $399.99 and $499.99, respectively.

The Wolverine ESP features a 3.6-inch TFT LCD display and weights 10.2 ounces. It features a built-in 7-in-1 flash media card reader that makes it compatible with CompactFlash, MicroDrive, Secure Digital, MMC, Memory Stick, Memory Stick Pro and XD Card formats.

The Wolverine connects to a Mac or PC using USB 2.0, and can display JPEG, BMP, TIFF, text or RAW images. It can also play back MPEG-1, MPEG-4, WMV-9 and XviD-encoded video files. It can play MP3, WMA, WAV, unprotected AAC and CDA audio formats. It also features a built-in AM/FM radio.

An optional $79.99 ESP Cradle enables the device to record video directly from TVs, DVD players, VCRs and other analog video sources.

The ESP comes with a replaceable lithium ion battery, AC charger, USB cable, auxiliary cable, earphone, carrying case and documentation.

http://playlistmag.com/news/2006/10/03/esp/index.php?lsrc=mwrss

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

'Class of 3000' TV Premiere Scheduled


Class is in Session

The long-awaited animated television series co-executive produced by industry leading musician André "3000" Benjamin, has finally been granted a television premiere on its home network, the Cartoon Network. The story of a popular musician named Sunny Bridges who gives up the life of a superstar to teach children the wonders of music, the new animated television series Class of 3000 will be filled with audio interests and much more. André Benjamin, one-half of the popular musical group OutKast, has expanded his repertoire with various acting and production projects and efforts in recent years; and as such, contributes a great deal to the look and feel of Class of 3000.

This new primetime half-hour program will focus on the efforts of Sunny Bridges to teach, inform and have fun with a diverse group of musical prodigies in Atlanta, Georgia. When children gifted in the musical arts are in need of a caring mentor, one Sunny Bridges steps into the equation. Voiced by André "3000" Benjamin himself, Bridges devotes his time and energy to priming the creativity of today's youth. Class of 3000 will integrate Benjamin's unique style and flair with the world's fondness for impressionable music. Those curious for exploring more of what it is like to confront new social interests with a passion for the musical arts should definitely keep an eye out for this new program.

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Class of 3000 will join the continually expanding and continually evolving FRIDAYs programming block on Cartoon Network this fall season. The new show will have a one-hour premiere on Friday, November 3rd 2006 at 8:00pm (ET). But anxious viewers should be sure to tune in an hour earlier, because at 7:00pm Cartoon Network will begin airing a kick-off special for Class of 3000 with a special musical event. Taking place at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta, GA this will feature special guest star performers.

The series, which currently has twelve half-hour episodes in production in addition to the premiere, will reportedly feature a new song every week from show creator André Benjamin in the context of a music video. Benjamin wrote and performed the series' theme song while additionally assisting in production, writing, voice, and music and video direction. And as previously mentioned, his own voice over work as lead character "Sunny Bridges" is icing on the cake. Television viewers curious about the general look and feel of this new Cartoon Network series can catch the half-hour mockumentary, "Sunny Bridges: From Bankhead to Buckhead," on Friday, October 27th at 7:00pm (ET); a week before the series premiere, which chronicles the life of fictional music star Sunny Bridges with interviews and insights.

The cast of Class of 3000 includes veteran voice actors Tom Kenny ("SpongeBob," Camp Lazlo), Phil LaMarr ("Foster's," Justice League, Samurai Jack), Crystal Scales (Static Shock, "Adventures of Jimmy Neutron"), Jennifer Hale (Samurai Jack, The Powerpuff Girls), Janice Kawaye (Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi) and Jeff Glen Bennett (Johnny Bravo, Camp Lazlo).

Class of 3000 is produced by Cartoon Network Studios in association with the Tom Lynch Co. and Benjamin's production company, Moxie. Thomas W. Lynch and André "3000" Benjamin are the executive producers of Class of 3000. Twelve half-hours and a one-hour premiere are in production at Cartoon Network Studios in Burbank, Calif. The show's co-executive producer and head writer is Patric M. Verrone, a writer for Futurama, The Critic and Pinky and the Brain and a supervising producer on Futurama. Joe Horne (The Boondocks, Teamo Supremo, The Oblongs) serves as supervising producer.

About Cartoon Network: Cartoon Network (www.CartoonNetwork.com), currently seen in nearly 91 million U.S. homes and 160 countries around the world, is Turner Broadcasting System, Inc.'s ad-supported cable service offering the best in original, acquired and classic animated entertainment for kids and families. Overnight from 11 p.m.-6 a.m. (ET, PT) Sunday-Thursday, Cartoon Network shares its channel space with Adult Swim, a late-night destination showcasing original and acquired animation for young adults 18-34. Turner Broadcasting System, Inc., a Time Warner company, is a major producer of news and entertainment product around the world and the leading provider of programming for the basic cable industry.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Forty Million Dollar Slaves


Forty Million Dollar Slaves

Arts: How sports stardom has brought black athletes wealth without progress and prosperity without freedom.

Book Review By Elizabeth Gettelman

July 5, 2006


$40 Million Slaves : The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of the Black Athlete
By William C. Rhoden
Crown. $23.95

Sports, for some, represent the best in humanity, where talent and muscle can transcend difference and prejudice: Jackie Robinson, Muhammed Ali, Althea Gibson—pioneers whose accomplishments beyond sports are legend. But these legends, says William Rhoden in Forty Million Dollar Slave may be just that, amounting to a crutch for modern day race relations. A New York Times sports columnist for decades, Rhoden chronicles a sweaty history that has meant wealth but not always progress, and prosperity for the black athlete—the $40 million slave—who is far from free.

Rhoden gives the bench players of history their due. Like Arthur "Rube" Foster who created baseball's Negro League in 1920, which still stands as the only sports operation owned, managed and played by blacks. Says Rhoden, "Integration in sports—as opposed to integration at the ballot box or in public conveyances—was a winning proposition for the whites who controlled the sports industrial complex." Foster was a pioneer of a different sort, "an uncomprising guiding light," ultimately undone by a nervous breakdown in 1926.

Today's legends, those with perceived "black power," like the deified Michael Jordan, seldom wield it. "What [Jordan] did to inspire the multitudes—that core of black people estranged from power, the seemingly permanent underclass—beyond hitting game winning jump shots, is hard to find," Rhoden writes.

Peppered with historical gems and did-you-knows, 40 Million Dollar Slaves weaves together the twin strands of innovation and struggle that today define adrenaline-filled arenas. Jackie Robinson actually integrated baseball in Canada, signing with Montreal in 1945, (the Dodgers bought his contract in 1947). The alley-oop was actually a football invention and horseracing and cycling were once dominated by African Americans.

It's the unsung heroes from Robert Molineaux to Foster to Curt Flood, dozens of stories of men (nearly all) whom we don’t know precisely because they sought change and often lost. And thus today Americans, of all races, pour $34 billion a year into sports—from ticket sales to merchandise—while just a sliver of those revenues go to the "black muscle" that creates it, and next to nothing goes into the communities from whence that muscle came.

Elizabeth Gettelman is research editor at Mother Jones.
http://www.motherjones.com/arts/books/2006/07/40_million_dollar_slaves.html

Florida police shot suspect 68 times, discharged 110 rounds


http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/10/01/deputy.shooting.ap/index.html?section=cnn_us

LAKELAND, Florida (AP) -- Officers fired 110 rounds of ammunition at the man suspected of killing a sheriff's deputy, according to an autopsy and records released by the sheriff's office Saturday.

Angilo Freeland -- who was suspected of fatally shooting the deputy after being pulled over for speeding Thursday -- was hit 68 times by the SWAT team members' shots, the examination showed.

He also was suspected of wounding a deputy and killing a police dog. (Watch the wooded area where the manhunt ended in barrage of gunfire -- 1:52)

Freeland's death ended a nearly 24-hour manhunt that forced schools to lock down and families to stay indoors as about 500 officers scoured the woods.

The wounded deputy had pulled Freeland over for speeding and became suspicious of his identification. The suspect got nervous and bolted into the woods, officials said.

Polk County Sheriff Grady Judd said he was not concerned by the number of shots fired.

"You have to understand, he had already shot and killed a deputy, he had already shot and killed a K-9 and he shot and injured another deputy," Judd said by phone Saturday. "Quite frankly, we weren't taking any chances."

Ten SWAT officers surrounded Freeland on Friday as he hid beneath brush and a fallen tree in a rural area. Authorities say he raised the gun belonging to the deputy he had killed, prompting nine officers to fire.

"I suspect the only reason 110 rounds was all that was fired was that's all the ammunition they had," Judd said. "We were not going to take any chance of him shooting back."

The SWAT officers who shot Freeland have been placed on paid administrative leave, standard procedure in all police shootings.

Also released Saturday were autopsy results for the deputy, Vernon Matthew Williams, 39, which showed he had been shot eight times. He was not wearing a protective vest, but shots hit him in his right leg and behind his right ear, among other places.

Diogi, his German shepherd police dog, was also killed. The dog had been shot once in the chest.

Authorities said deputy sheriff Doug Speirs, also 39, was fired at several times and shot once in the leg. A sergeant and an officer from the Lakeland Police Department were also fired at, authorities said.

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