politics – art and everything after http://artandeverythingafter.com steve locke's blog about art and other stuff Fri, 22 Dec 2017 02:08:53 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.8.7 42399584 Some Girl Scouts have my back…. http://artandeverythingafter.com/some-girl-scouts-have-my-back/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/some-girl-scouts-have-my-back/#comments Wed, 06 Jan 2016 15:40:45 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.com/?p=1342 read more)]]> IMG_20160104_221632

Prototype of button designed by Girl Scout Troop leader Shelly Kang of St. Louis Park, MN

I received a lot of feedback in response to “I Fit the Description…”  Some of the emails and comments were down right hateful, so much so that I shut down comments on my blog and I stopped reading the emails.  When I finally went back to them, I found a couple from a Girl Scout Troop leader in Minnesota. She wrote to me about what she was doing with her girls in response to the blog post.  I want to share part of our conversation.

 Dear Mr. Locke,

My name is Shelly Kang, and I’m a stay at home mom to two girls, and a troop leader for fourth grade Girl Scouts in St. Louis Park, MN (an inner-ring suburb to Minneapolis).  

I know you’re busy. I know that you probably don’t want your life defined by the moment you described in your “I Fit The Description…” blog post. I’m sorry to pester you. I e-mailed you a couple weeks ago about my plans to share your story with my Girl Scout troop, and I wanted to follow up with you to ask once again if we could chat with you briefly – or if maybe you’d be willing to talk to me briefly about what we’re doing. 

My girls were very moved by your story – it would have been hard not to be moved. We are going ahead with our project to make pin-on buttons to share our feelings in the anti-racism/hating/discrimination movement. Your story resonated so deeply with us – and the part of your story about your friend in the red coat – it connected in my brain with the Fred Rogers quote about looking for the helpers during a crisis. In case you’re not familiar with what I’m talking about – here’s a link to the video of it – yes, I’m talking about Mr. Rogers from Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.

I think we’re going to use a phrase something like “I’ll be your Neighbor”  on the buttons, but I think it would also be really cool to put the image of a red coat in the background to symbolize the power of a witness who cares. I had the girls brainstorm ideas of what to put on the buttons, and they came up with lots of enthusiastic ideas, but their innocent brains settled on the unfortunate phrase “Everyone Matters” which is such a simple, loving thought when taken literally, but in the context of the backlash against the Black Lives Matter movement, it is the opposite of what we intend to convey – and we really are hoping to simply share our love and acceptance for everyone rather than to focus on the hateful reasons for the need for our support.

I’m really hoping that we can make a small-to-medium to even semi-large or really big movement out of this, at least in our region. I want to help my girls get enough people wearing our buttons that we can get some press coverage and spread it even farther. If that happens, I would want to feel free to talk about how your story inspired us, and how we came to the meaning of the red coat as a symbol…but I would want to make sure you’re ok with that first before we start printing up a bunch of pins and potentially holding you up as an icon. I’m visualizing how cool it would be to live in a community where you can’t walk down the street or go to the grocery store without seeing our pins on strangers and knowing that we are all working together to share light and love. Our cookie-selling season is coming up in February, and it will be a great opportunity for us to hand out the pins and explain our project while we are selling cookies too.

If you’re not comfortable with it, we can just leave off the red coat and use some other symbol or no symbol at all. But it would be really cool if you’d be willing to connect with us briefly and give us a thumbs-up, thumbs down on our idea. We’re going to work on some version of this for the next few months at least no matter what, but your participation would add fuel to our spark.

Whether I hear back from you or not, I want you to know that you have made a huge difference, that your words were incredibly powerful, that I am grateful to you for inspiring me to take a step beyond just feeling awful about the situation and trying to actually do something.

Thank you.
Shelly Kang

P.S. Oh! and yes, you have my permission to post about our exchange on your blog. You can use my name too – just if you notice any bad grammar or misspellings please feel free to correct them for me! And if I said anything that you found offensive, please let me know personally rather than share it with the world. Anything I said wrong would have been through ignorance and I’m always willing to learn!

 

Dear Ms. Kang,

Thank you very much for writing to me.  I have to apologize for not responding sooner.  I was very focused on getting my students through the end of the semester.  In addition, I started to receive a lot of email and not all of it was as supportive and positive as your message from you on behalf of your charges.  The hostility in some of those messages made me decide to take a break from email.  While that was the right choice for me emotionally, I regret that it caused a delay in my responding to you and your Girl Scout Troop.

As I am writing this, a grand jury in Ohio has refused to indict anyone in the murder of Tamir Rice, a 12-year old African-American boy.  Officer Timothy Loehmann shot him within 2 seconds of rolling up on him in a park where he was playing with a toy gun.  Some of your girls may be close to his age.  

On 23 December, a grand jury in Texas refused to indict anyone in the death of Sandra Bland, an African-American woman who was forcibly dragged from her car and arrested by Officer Brian Encinia for refusing to put out her cigarette during a traffic stop. She was found dead in her cell days later.  Officials in Texas say she committed suicide.

I bring these current developments up because I want your girls to know something that is very hard to hear.  What happened to me happens to black people every day in this country.  Every. Single. Day.  I think it is vitally important to talk with your girls about why this is the case and how did it get this way.  When and how did it become acceptable to treat people like criminals based on the color of their skin? 

In Akron, Ohio, not far from where Tamir Rice was killed, a white man named Daniel Kovacevic walks around the neighborhood with an assault weapon on his back in full view of everyone.  Ohio, like Minnesota, is an “open carry” state. When a local barber shop owner called the police to tell them that a man was walking through the neighborhood with a loaded rifle, he was told by the police that Mr. Kovacevic had the right to carry his weapon.  Deone Slater, the man who called the police, is African-American.  He said, “They (the police) were more concerned about me than him, as if I were the threat,” he added. “It it were me with a gun, they would have shut the whole block down.” http://www.theroot.com/articles/news/2015/12/ohio_barber_confronts_white_man_walking_around_black_neighborhoods_carrying.html

With the demonstrations happening as we speak at Mall of America, there are people in your area who are thinking deeply about the way policing happens in this country.  I am certain that there are people in Minneapolis who could have written “I Fit the Description….”  

I think the girls need to ask themselves and others why white people are not treated the same way by the police.

Ask the girls if they think the police are there to help them.  Ask if they feel like they could go to the police if there was a problem, or if they were frightened.

Ask them if they are afraid of the police.  Ask them if they think they, like Tamir Rice, could be killed by the police.

This is the crux of the difference.

I understand the girls’ wish to put positive and inclusive messages in the world.  They are mature enough to know that public messages are received in a larger context.  If I yell, “Who wants ice cream!” it could be a great invitation to enjoy something great.  But if I do that in a context where everyone is allergic to milk. it can come across as self-serving and insensitive.  As an artist, I think about audiences a lot.  I think not just about what I want to say, but I also have to think about what other people might hear.  That’s what makes a public message harder to manage that a message among a group of friends who all share the same ideas.  Of course, “everyone matters,” but to say that in this moment, in this larger context when black people are being targeted and sometimes killed, it will be seen as insensitive and careless at best; the exact opposite of how you and your girls feel about the situation at hand.

It is very uncomfortable and scary to talk about race.  That is just fine. Nothing worth doing is ever easy and nothing important can be solved in a day.  It can make people feel guilty and scared of saying the wrong thing and can sometimes feel terribly personal and shameful.  But this is the work we have to do together if we are going to change anything at all in this nation.  But please know that you are part of a great legacy. Women have long been on the front lines of the fight for racial justice in America.  Some of them you all may know like Rosa Parks and Coretta Scott King.  I would encourage your girls to learn about one of my heroines when I was growing up.  Her name is Viola Liuzzo.  She was part of the march in Selma and she gave her life in the fight for racial justice.  There are many people like her, white and black, who did the right thing against incredible odds and at great personal risk.  

I do not know much about Girl Scouts, but I do know that Citizenship is an core value.  I think your girls have a tremendous opportunity to talk and demonstrate what real citizenship is in this crucial time in our country.  Issues of racial justice are at the core of what it means to be a good citizen.  Badges like Public Policy, Truth Seeking, Behind the Ballot, Inside Government, Independence, Celebrating Community, My Best Self, Making Friends, and Giving Back sound to me like they are deeply linked to the work of justice that has long been the purview of women from the Progressive Era (when the Girl Scouts were born) until now.  

I am deeply touched by the girls’ desire to do something public about the issue of racial profiling I wrote about in “I Fit the Description..”  I think their heartfelt and beautiful gesture must be honored and supported. I love this idea of them watching out for each other and watching out for the people in the community who may be marginalized or under threat, like the lady in the red coat did for me.  I remain deeply grateful that she stood by me.  Standing by each other is something that we can all do.

If you are not familiar with it, I would like to recommend the work of Jane Elliott (http://www.janeelliott.com).  Her very simple “Brown Eyes/Blue Eyes” exercise is enlightening and powerful.

I will reach out to Trina Jackson, the “woman in the red coat.”  Also, thanks for allowing me to put our exchange on my blog.  You have said nothing at all to offend me and even if you had, I think we need to risk offending each other if we are going to get to any kind of deeper shared understanding. 

Ms. Kang, you are very fortunate to be working with young people with such a deep sense of justice and empathy.  I am humbled by their simple desire to do public good.  They are amazing and I am so glad that the world will be in the hands of such capable citizens. 

Thank you for standing by me,

Steve

My conversation with Ms. Kang continues.  Recently, Trina talked to the troop via video conference.  She’s going to send me some buttons when they are finished.  Also, I let her know that my blog was open to her and her girls if they wanted to talk about their experiences in working on this project.  

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Here’s what we know…. http://artandeverythingafter.com/heres-what-we-know/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/heres-what-we-know/#respond Thu, 18 Jun 2015 14:58:55 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.com/?p=1069 read more)]]> There is no safe place for black people in America.

Black people do not have the presumption of innocence.  The law is not organized for their protection, rather it is organized around their annihilation.

There are highly funded media outlets and personalities that perpetuate racist stereotypes and hate speech against black people.

When black people are attacked or killed by the state, their attackers are not subjected to a vigorous prosecution.

Cases of black women who are missing or murdered are ignored or not given priority, even in the case of a serial killer preying upon a community.

Unarmed black people are perceived as more dangerous than armed police officers.

Black girls are so dangerous that officers need to subdue them with force.

Any offense a black person commits is punishable by incarceration or summary execution.

Images of black people being brutalized by the state are used to affirm black criminality.

Agents of the state who kill unarmed black children in their homes are rarely (if ever) charged or convicted.

A police officer, even off-duty, can kill a black girl and expect the benefit of the doubt, paid leave, and counseling upon their return to work.

Black people of any age are not allowed to carry toy weapons in open carry states.

In interactions with the police, black people should abandon any expectation of a right to life.

Black people can be arrested for resisting arrest even if they have not been advised of any other charges against them.

When your black loved one is killed by the state, you will be subjected to video of their death on all forms of media.

Racism allows legal activities of black people, including the President, to be framed in criminality under the guise of “debate.”

 

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Offended? Then I did my job. http://artandeverythingafter.com/offended-then-i-did-my-job/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/offended-then-i-did-my-job/#respond Fri, 09 Jan 2015 14:27:27 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.com/?p=1085 I made this drawing. It’s called “Fuck Reagan.” Let me know if you are offended because that was the point.

Reagan was not actually sodomized in the making of this image.

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“You’re black wherever you go.” http://artandeverythingafter.com/youre-black-wherever-you-go/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/youre-black-wherever-you-go/#respond Thu, 15 May 2008 18:29:00 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.wordpress.com/2008/05/15/youre-black-wherever-you-go read more)]]> I am getting ready to leave Istanbul.

In a lot of ways, I have left already.  I have sort of contracted into a ball here, walking around the city in the morning and coming back to the hotel in the afternoons to sleep for a few hours.  Then going out in the evening for dinner at a couple of kebap houses near Tunel Station.  It’s really great food and it’s very cheap.
I think I have exhausted my time here.  
So many things were greater than I expected.  To see the work of Sinan, tiles from Iznik, the multiple layering of cultures, has been beyond belief really.  I have so many ideas for painting that I cannot wait to get back to my studio.  I have started making drawings and some things are coming into place for the work.  I am developing some ideas based on the grid that were not really available to me before I came here.  I also am wondering about the Tablet paintings and if they need to be figurative at all.  I have been really rethinking how I make these paintings.  Is color and light enough for the pictures?  Even the Savannah paintings have started to change with the insertion of various portraits into the schema of the grid.  The tiling here has really brought out the idea of pattern as an end to itself.  I am not sure if I can make a picture like that.  The figure to me has never been a thing about a way to investigate shape, it was the content of the picture for me.  To start making pictures without the figure is a thing that is coming up very much in my thinking and I have to start to deal with it.
At the same time, the ideas that I was looking at in the Tongue paintings have REALLY come back to the fore.  Seeing people walk in front of a tiled wall has really impacted me.  It is such a simple thing really.  I just started seeing it in a new way.  That space between can be flat and ornamental at the same time.  It is something Gregory Gillespie has done and even someone like Christina Renfer is doing now.  It is really the difference between painting the atmosphere and painting an area.  I was always the kind of painter who if I didn’t know what to do with something, I just made it flat.  Now that idea is not enough.  I think the tile is a way into this, a way to have a dialog with pattern, flatness, content and character in the work.  I have been thinking of a way to bring the Tablets and the Tongues together.  Istanbul is giving me that, I think.
The other thing, the hard thing, the thing I did not expect, is that I have not really been able to relax here.  Turkey does not have a very diverse population.  I really stick out here, and people stare – a lot.  At first it was interesting to me because it didn’t seem weighted with the racism of home.  I was like “The Brother From Another Planet,” or something.  I took photos with school children who were shocked that I said “Merhaba” when they said hello.  That was the nice part of it.  The not so nice part was the cops, the stares on the subway, people putting my change on the counter instead of my hand.  The accusatory way they ask “Where are you from?”
Apparently, I look like I come from the Arabian peninsula, and since the end of the Ottomans there is not a great deal of love between the Arabs and the Turks.  Also, I have been taken for a “gypsy” or one of the Roma people and let me tell you, there is not a great deal of love for the Roma anywhere.  In light of all of this, I walk down the street feeling very uncomfortable and very vulnerable here.  I know that I am safe, but the looks on people’s faces are not exactly welcoming.  I don’t think I could ever get used to being looked at that way.  You might think that all of that kind of prejudice is the same, but it really isn’t  In America, you get looked at like a criminal or a danger. Here it is like you are a freak or something.  It is very unsettling, especially since the Turks are such nice people and cannot understand American-style racism at all. But when they think you might be “arap” or from Iran, or gypsy, it gets a little weird.

I had a moment at Topkapi’s Hall of Relics where I got a little worried.  I was in line to see the mantle of the Prophet (p.b.u.h.) when I felt this man looking at me. I turned and he said “Where are you from?”  I usually start speaking French at this point (and I thank my mother for making me take 5 years of the language) but this time I answered in English that I was from the United States.  He glared at me said “I hate your President.”  I said that I understood.  “Bush wants to kill all the Muslims,” he said.  “Well, we won’t let him,” I said.  Then we both stood in front of the window that looked into the golden room, with the golden stand, holding the golden box in which was a piece of cloth worn by Mohammed.  We shook hands and departed each other.  My friend Michael made me promise that I would stop telling people I was from the United States after that.  I didn’t, but I did speak french in public a lot more.
I think I was chasing the experience that James Baldwin had when he went to France and got treated like an American.  Not as a negro, or colored, just some knucklehead writer from the US.  I didn’t get that in Istanbul.  I got a real reminder about being different, being outside. It is the position of the constant observer, really, the flaneur, the “Painter of Modern Life.”
My father used to say, “You’re black wherever you go.”  It was a warning about the way the world saw my brother and I.  
 
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No way to treat orphans…. http://artandeverythingafter.com/no-way-to-treat-orphans/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/no-way-to-treat-orphans/#respond Mon, 12 May 2008 14:14:00 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/no-way-to-treat-orphans read more)]]>
There is pending congressional legislation that will remove significant copyright protection from all works of art if it is enacted.  The Orphan Works Act of 2008 makes it possible to declare a copyrighted work “orphaned” if an infringer says that he is unable to locate the author based on the infringer’s idea of a reasonable search.  If a company wants to use your images, all they have to prove is that they used what they determined as reasonable methods to find you.  When they don’t find you, they can use your images for whatever they want, without your approval or compensation.

The Illustrators Partnership of America has been at the forefront of opposing this legislation that gives away an artist’s right to their own work.  They have made it very easy to contact your elected officials to stop this legislation.  
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No picnic this Labor Day…. http://artandeverythingafter.com/no-picnic-this-labor-day/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/no-picnic-this-labor-day/#comments Fri, 02 May 2008 17:20:00 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.wordpress.com/2008/05/02/no-picnic-this-labor-day read more)]]> Let me reiterate: cops are the same all over the world.  My friend and colleague, Noel Ignatiev says “All over the world cops beat up poor people; that is their job, and it has nothing to do with color.”

I spent the majority of the day in my hotel room yesterday.  In every country that is not the United States, May Day is International Workers Day.  Here in Istanbul, there was an attempt to hold a rally in Taksim Square in honor of the union activists who were killed there in 1977.  Every year they try to do this and every year it is squashed by the police.  This year was no exception.
I went for a brief walk and was confronted by the image of amassed firepower across the street from my hotel.  Suddenly I understood why the cop was being so aggressive yesterday; he probably thought that I was some sort of agitator for the rally.  The rally was set for Taksim Square about a mile from my hotel, but the cops were EVERYWHERE.  They were decked out in full riot gear with shields.  I thought better of taking a walk and went back into the hotel.
Now to prevent people from getting to the rally, the Mayor of Istanbul effectively cut all transportation to and from Taksim Square.  That meant there was no way to get here, but really also no way to leave unless it was on foot.  And since many of the roads were blocked by the above referenced police, you could get to a point where you were allowed no further.  And there is no point trying to explain something to a teenager with an M16.  
So I sat in the lobby of the hotel and looked at the news and saw all those images that everyone else saw.  I am not remotely interested in seeing people squirted with fire hoses, so I did not go down there to take photos.  Also a foreigner in a situation like that runs the risk of being misunderstood by gesture or presence.  I am not a photojournalist and I am not a hero.  I did feel my heart break for the people as they were hosed down.  I wished I could do something.
The police presence was reduced in the evening and I had to get some dinner.  I went to a place for a kebab sandwich and saw the school buses that they used to round up the protesters.  Some of the people detained had been on the bus since the beginning of the day.  There were armed guards protecting the buses and the same massive police presence.  I ate really fast.
Today, May 2, it is a different story.  It is really as if May 1 did not happen and the city was not occupied for the entire day.  The Turkish people seem to have taken all of this in stride – something akin to the running of the bulls in Pamplona.  It happens every year, some people get hurt and then we move on.  
We moved Labor day from May to September in the US.  Most people don’t connect this change with the Haymarket Massacre, the Wobblies or Eugene Debs.  We don’t really think about solidarity with foreign workers or unions.  We take the right to assemble for granted (even when it is denied like at the Republican National Convention in NYC).   It really made me think about how precious it is to be able to walk down the street in solidarity with others.  All over the world, even at home, this is becoming a harder experience to have.
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It’s a small world… http://artandeverythingafter.com/its-a-small-world/ http://artandeverythingafter.com/its-a-small-world/#comments Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:47:00 +0000 http://artandeverythingafter.wordpress.com/2008/04/22/its-a-small-world read more)]]>
The driver of our tour bus (Omer, not to be confused with Omer, our tour guide) is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen.  I don’t know what he is doing driving a bus of tourists around Turkey.  He should be a movie star. He smokes, like most Turks and I guess he doesn’t want anyone to know. He is hiding his cigarette behind his back.

I want to go on record as saying I will never do another group tour like this again.  If one more person asks me why I haven’t met the right girl I really may lose my mind.  It’s not like home where I can just tell someone I’m a fag and be done with it.  These people exist on a very delicate surface called “travel,” so nothing real is discussed.  The other day everyone was talking about the wonder of grandparents and the love of children.  I wanted to set myself on fire.  I kept praying that no one would ask me about my family.  I didn’t think I wanted to be that guy who tells the truth at a cocktail party when everyone has agreed to lie to each other.  I hate being that guy.

Because children are the most important people in the world, my group has indulged the two children in our group.  They were playing a game on the bus (during our 7 hour drive from Ürgüp to Pamukkale) that spewed the song “It’s a Small World” all over the bus.  There was no escaping it, so I put on my noise canceling Skullcandy headphones and listened to Branca Parlic and the Cowboy Junkies first album.  It matched the Turkish landscape perfectly and gave me a reprieve from the family hour on the bus.
Here are some questions that have come up:
Do you have grandchildren?
Are you married?  Why not?
Don’t you agree with the church that Hillary Clinton would be a terrible President?
Why is your hair like that?
Were YOU a slave?
Did you hear the one about the Polish guy who wanted a burial at sea?
Really, you cannot make this shit up. I am traveling with 8 people from India (two older couples and a family of four) a couple from north of Toronto, a really delightful couple from Australia (she’s a teacher, go figure) and two women who are traveling together; one from Santa Fe and the other Puerto Rico.  These are the people on the english speaking tour.  The rest of the bus is about 16 people from Italy.  We are in the back with our guide Omer, who has really been a love.  When the polish joke was told, he quickly stood up and talked about how men along the Black Sea area were thought to have little intelligence and were often mocked in jokes.  He said that the people along the Black Sea say that “We are so smart that we make up those jokes about ourselves.”  He really did cool things down a bit.
The drive today was very long,   The country is beautiful.  The sights are truly breathtaking.  At a caravanserai, we stopped for a bite to eat.  The building was incredible and housed an open and covered market with a mosque on the inside.  Then we went to Konya to see the museum dedicated to the Mevlana, the founder of the Whirling Dervishes.  We know him in the west as the Sufic poet Rumi.  It was really an amazing place to visit.  No photos were allowed in the museum.  There is an enormous green cone over the center of the building under which is Rumi’s tomb.  The calligraphic carvings are exquisite and the place was packed with people who were praying, not just sightseeing.  I was very captivated.  So much so in fact that the tour guide had to come and collect me when everyone was already on the bus.  Again, I hate being that guy.
Tomorrow is hiking in the travertines and looking at the natural rock basin carved by the springs at Pammukale, then Roman ruins at Afrodisias and then on to Ephesus.
The little girl asked me if I knew Hilary Duff today.
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