Killing People For Infractions of Minor Laws: Prohibition and Immigration

From an article about the government’s program of deliberate poisoning during Prohibition:

Frustrated that people continued to consume so much alcohol even after it was banned, federal officials had decided to try a different kind of enforcement. They ordered the poisoning of industrial alcohols manufactured in the United States, products regularly stolen by bootleggers and resold as drinkable spirits. The idea was to scare people into giving up illicit drinking. Instead, by the time Prohibition ended in 1933, the federal poisoning program, by some estimates, had killed at least 10,000 people.

Although mostly forgotten today, the “chemist’s war of Prohibition” remains one of the strangest and most deadly decisions in American law-enforcement history. As one of its most outspoken opponents, Charles Norris, the chief medical examiner of New York City during the 1920s, liked to say, it was “our national experiment in extermination.” […]

Others, however, accused lawmakers opposed to the poisoning plan of being in cahoots with criminals and argued that bootleggers and their law-breaking alcoholic customers deserved no sympathy. “Must Uncle Sam guarantee safety first for souses?” asked Nebraska’s Omaha Bee.

The article is fascinating in its own right. But it also reminded me of our current policies to block undocumented immigrants, which have the known effect of forcing immigrants to cross in dangerous areas of the border where they are likely to die.

Miriam Raftery writes:

Before construction of the border wall began in 1994 as part of Operation Gatekeeper, one or two people died each month attempting to cross into the U.S. To date, only about 100 miles of the proposed 2,000 border wall have been built.

Since construction began, Morones estimates, the death rate has climbed 15- to 30-fold. Two immigrants each day are now dying, he said—a total of 10,000 nationwide since construction of the wall began, more than three times as many deaths than occurred in the 9-11 terrorist attacks.

“They are forced to cross in harsher areas,” he said of the ill-fated immigrants. “It’s inhumane. The U.S. preaches human rights.”

Some die from violence, shot by Border Patrol agents, vigilantes or thieves. Others are killed in accidents: stumbling in rugged terrain, falling over the wall, or struck by vehicles. Many others perish of dehydration and exposure – conditions made worse by the recent sabotage of water stations set out by Border Angeles and other humanitarian groups.

So who is destroying the water stations? In part, it’s “patriotic” citizen activists. But sometimes, it’s agents of the US government.

Visible on the tape, which will be broadcast for the first time tonight on the PBS show “Need to Know,” are three Border Patrol agents, two men and a woman, walking along a migrant trail and approaching half a dozen one-gallon jugs of water. The female agent stops in front of the containers and begins to kick them, with force, down a ravine. The bottles crash against rocks, bursting open. She’s smiling. One of the agents watching her smiles as well, seeming to take real pleasure in the spectacle. He says something under his breath, and the word “tonk” is clearly audible. “Tonk,” it turns out, is a bit of derogatory slang used by some Border Patrol agents to refer to undocumented immigrants. One agent told me it’s derived from the sound a flashlight makes when you hit someone over the head — tonk. After destroying the entire water supply, the three agents continue along the path. […]

The event was not an anomaly.

Trying to make drinking booze deadly, or trying to make crossing the border deadly; in either case, what we have is a policy of killing human beings as if they were vermin. What could justify that?

Well, as one person wrote in Free Republic’s comments:

Deaths on the border? Who’s fault is that? It sure isn’t our fault. If these people don’t want to die, stay out of the desert and stop trying to enter the US illegally.

Another commenter, this time from the Washington Post website:

When some one intentionaly breaks the law they take the risk of something going wrong and getting caught or hurt in the proccess. These people that cross the dessert know there are risks involved. The bottom line is they are breaking a law and that was by choice.

The logic seems identical to the logic justifying poisoned alcohol. Those drinkers had a choice, after all. Not our fault if they die from the poison.

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If we policed the U.S. the way we do Afghanistan

A blessed rerun this week so that your humble hostess may recharge her batteries. Unfortunately, this one is just as relevant than ever.

A couple commenters on Daily Kos have argued that I am comparing apples and oranges by placing military action in a police scenario. To which I replied:

I am aware that the rules of war are different from the rules of domestic policing. The point of this cartoon is to provide a thought exercise about how we might feel living under the constant existential threat of death from above.

Employing drone strikes (or airstrikes of any kind) to take out a few suspected militants — especially in populated areas — is using excessive force. It’s both cruel and dehumanizing to the Afghan people, and counterproductive strategically.

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Christmas email to my niece

My nephew and niece reading Hereville on Christmas morning

(My niece got a copy of my new book for Christmas, and emailed me saying that she enjoyed the book and asking me if I’ll sign it. I don’t think Jemma will mind if I share the email I sent back to her.)

Hi Jemma!

I’m so glad you liked my new book. :-) I would be thrilled to sign your books when I visit Ithaca (which I’ll be doing in just five months). Also, I’ll be visiting Ithaca twice this year – once in May, once in August – so you’ll be seeing twice as much of me as usual.

Actually the oddest thing happened to me last night. I was up late drawing, as I often am, and snacking on some cookies and milk, and I heard a strange noise, a sort of muffled scrapery sound, coming from our living room. I walked into the living room, thinking that there were thieves, blackguards, thugs, pirates, grumpikins, or capitalists sneaking into my house to do — what horrible thing would they do? Watch my netflix? Track mud all over my nice clean floors? Read my comics and keep their places by folding the corner of the page, what is WRONG with those people USE A BOOKMARK FOR PETE’S SAKE THOSE BOOKS ARE PRECIOUS!

Ahem. My point is, who can say what horrible thing they would do? — but there was no one there. I shrugged and said “only a breeze and nothing more” and resolved to worry nevermore.

But then I heard the noise again – it was coming from the chimney! I snuck close to the fireplace and peered in when suddenly a pair of big black boots – containing feet, I have no doubt of it, none whatsoever! – dropped down into the fireplace! I was peering in so closely that the boots clipped my nose, which fell off into the fireplace ashes. The feet were soon followed by legs and a big belly and shoulders and a bearded hatted and squinty head as the invader crept into my home. I realized that this was a lowlife of some sort come to rob me of my precious collection of fat action figures, so grabbed up a fireplace poker and swung at the thug’s beard for all I was worth!

But the vagrant must have had kung foo training, because he blocked my blow handily, laughing evilly – “hooo hoo hoo!” As you can imagine, I was terrified. The last thing I remember is his huge red fist flying at my face like a runaway train!

When I woke up, he was gone. After retrieving my fortunately undamaged nose from the ashes and sticking it back in place with some chewing gum I found on the bottom of a chair, I staggered back into my study and sat down at my drawing board again. Then I noticed that my milk and cookies were gone! GONE! I wept bitter, bitter tears, let me tell you.

Anyway, that was my last night. It was wonderful to hear from you, and have a Merry Christmas.

Love, Uncle Barry

P.S. After carefully examining all the evidence, I have deduced that my attacker was Superman.

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Pretty Privilege: Emilie Autumn’s “Thank God I’m Pretty” and Cameron Russell’s TEDtalk

I ran into these two videos, and thought they made an interesting duo.

In the above video, via Rebecca at The Mary Sue, model Cameron Russell talks about the ups and downs of “winning the genetic lottery” and being a model. She’s self-conscious about the problematic nature of someone who makes a living off being privileged (white, thin) talking about the negatives of that privilege, but is also bothered by the little girls who tell her they want to be models when they grow up, when they could instead hope to “Be my boss. Because I’m not in charge of anything.”

And in “Thank God I’m Pretty” (which I found via The F Word), the musician Emilie Autumn also talks about being pretty – but describes it as an almost entirely negative experience with only trivial advantages:

Thank God I’m pretty
Every skill I ever have will be in question
Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myself
Though the cops would come for someone else
I’m blessed
I’m truly privileged to look this good without clothes on
Which only means that when I sing you’re jerking off
And when I’m gone you won’t remember
Thank God I’m pretty

(Full lyrics here.)

I’m not sure what to think about “Thank God I’m Pretty” (and I’m not the only one). It’s a wonderfully bitter pushback against the cultural assumption that pretty equals happy, and against the stereotype that pretty people are vacuous and untalented. But at the same time, the song shows little awareness that – despite her obviously considerable musical talent and work ethic – Emilie Autumn’s ability to make a living has benefited a lot from being a thin, pretty white woman, and an equally talented hard-working woman who was also (say) fat would find it harder to earn a living from her music.

It’s a little bit like affirmative action. It sucks for talented, hard-working people who have worked their way into a good position in a competitive field to be objects of suspicion – “maybe they wouldn’t have gotten where they were without help from AA/help from being pretty.” (Or as Autumn says, “Every skill I ever have will be in question.”) On the other hand, bad as that is, it’s better than potentially not having gotten that position at all.

Also, I found it interesting that both Autumn and Russell incorporate changing their outfit into their performances.

I think Alas readers might also be interested in Autumn’s song “Girls Girls Girls,” which is very showtuney, and makes a parallel between being women in asylums (Autumn is herself an asylum survivor) and performers in a freakshow. (Lyrics here).

You see, they’re really more like animals than people
Which has been proven haven’t any souls at all.
The only bits that aren’t inferior are bosom and posterior
And these are only useful in a seedy music hall

They don’t bite, well they might
I say this one does look hungry tonight
So get your picture with an inmate
But be sure she’s locked up tight.

Happy holidays!

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Publisher’s Weekly on Hereville: “one of the most original and comically endearing heroines to come down the pike in a long time.”

Publisher’s Weekly has posted their starred review of Hereville: How Mirka Met a Meteorite. (Note: some spoilers ahead, although not more than you’d get from reading the back cover.)

Eleven-year-old Mirka Herschberg is as disheveled, prickly, competitive, and impulsive as ever in this companion to Deutsch’s Hereville (2010). She’s both a fish out of water (she dreams of being a sword-wielding dragon slayer) and committed to her Orthodox Jewish faith, family, and community. All of this makes her one of the most original and comically endearing heroines to come down the pike in a long time.

The meteorite in the title is actually an alien life form—dubbed “Metty”—that becomes Mirka’s reverse doppelganger: a too-good-to-be true twin who’s not only neater, defter at dispatching bullies, and better at basketball than Mirka, but also determined to permanently displace her. With unexpectedly effective help from Mirka’s family (who are savvier and more accepting than Mirka realizes), her messy personality triumphs over perfection.

The drably handsome olive and peach palette provides visual cohesion—an anchor that allows Deutsch’s extravagantly chronicled emotions to fly high—while simultaneously making the story’s extraterrestrial elements and scenes (colored in bold yellows and blues) all the more magical and alien by contrast.

Information about buying Hereville books can be found here.

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The Good Men Project: How Not to Have a Conversation about What It Means to Be a Good Man – Part 1

First, a full disclosure. The Good Men Project (TGMP) has published three pieces of my writing. I will be discussing that fact in more detail in the second part of this series, but for those who don’t know my work, or who want to see it in context at TGMP–which, given the title of this post, I can imagine some might want to do–the three pieces are For My Son, A Kind of PrayerMy Feminist Manifesto; and Towards a Discussion of Male Self-Hatred. At the same time, I recognize that there may be people reading this who will not want to click through to TGMP, so you can, if you want to, also read those pieces on my own blog here, here, and here.

I started writing this post more than a week ago in order to respond to Alyssa Royse’s rife-with-rape-apology TGMP essay, “Nice Guys Commit Rape Too” and to Joanna Schroeder’s follow up piece, “Why It’s Dangerous to Say ‘Only Bad Guys Commit Rape.’” (Schroeder is TGMP’s senior editor.) As it turns out, this post focuses pretty much exclusively on what Royse wrote; I will say what I have to say about Schroeder’s article in Part Two. In any event, the circumstances of my life and the inevitable end-of-semester pileup of work, got in the way of my finishing this in a timely enough manner to say what I originally wanted to say. As a result, a good many people were able to respond before I did, and so I think the most appropriate thing to do is provide you with links so you can read what they wrote for yourselves:

There is, however, one particularly insidious aspect of Royse’s argument that I have not seen anyone else address, the way she defines rape more as a matter of bad manners and poor etiquette than as the sexual subjugation of one human being, almost always a woman, by another, almost always a man. Egregious as the rape apology is in how Royse analyses the specific situation that motivated her to write, it’s important not to let this other aspect of her argument pass. First, it falsifies the social, political, and cultural function of rape and, second, in this falsification, confuses more than clarifies the conversation about what it means to be a “good man” that TGMP claims as its mission.

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Family Scholars Blog Symposium on Marriage Policy

Family Scholars blog is having an online symposium on marriage policy, featuring responses to their new “State Of Our Unions” report from various folks with an interest in family and policy.

One thing that’s interesting is that this is a discussion about marriage and policy which is NOT, by and large, about same-sex marriage. The big exception was anti-marriage-equality activist Ryan Anderson, who pretty much argued that there can be no pro-marriage policy that is not premised on opposition to same-sex marriage. I really liked David Blankenhorn’s response to Ryan in comments:

Nothing good can happen until we all agree with him on matters of definitions and core principles? Really? I must have missed that memo. My own idea is that we have reached the place in our national discussion where it is not only possible, but also desirable, for people who disagree on gay marriage, or who aren’t sure about gay marriage, to come together in a broader conversation focussed on strengthening marriage as a social institution for all who seek it. And for those who, like Mr. Ryan, can only say “Oh no! You must jump in my little definition box until I say it’s OK for to come out and do something else,” I say, no thank you. And, no thank you.

My comment from that same thread:

I really hate the idea that “child-based” and “adult-based” are inherently contradictory, as if families are never good for the needs of adults. Surely healthy families are beneficial to the entire family, not just to the children.

As for gay marriage being “adult-based,” as Kevin says, that’s obviously an unfair generalization. Families headed by same-sex parents typically make the children’s well-being the organizing principle behind a huge number of their life choices (what hours do you work? What job do you take? What neighborhood do you live in? Who are your friends?). This is, of course, also the case of heterosexual parents.

In a less obvious sense, I’d say that any fully child-centered society needs full equality and acceptance of lgbt people. This is because a huge number of children – over one in twenty – will at some point realize that they are lgbt.

This is not a minor point. Lgbt children are just as important and worthy or protection as the non-queer children. And many of them will find it difficult to grow up healthy in a society that tells them that they cannot one day grow up and form families of their own.

I think a lot of it simply comes down to love. Queer people – and many other stigmatized minorities, such as the disabled, fat people, and others – are taught by our culture that we are unworthy of being loved. A lot of people overcome that message, of course, but even having to overcome it is a terrible effort that I’d rather kids not have to go through. For those who don’t manage to overcome that message, the result is that we have trouble even loving ourselves, or imagining how others could love us.

In a comment on Barbara Defoe Whitehead’s post, I wrote:

I’m all for efforts to increase the number of happy families with married parents. But I’d also like to see more done to study single-parent families whose kids do seem to have gotten what they need to survive and become happy adults. What makes those families different from those single-parent families whose kids turn out more troubled? Is there something that can be done on the policy level to make more single-parent families thrive?

La Lubu said “THIS” to that comment, which made me feel terribly happy, since La Lubu’s comments on FSB are consistently among the best writing I’ve read on any blog.

This entry by law professors June Carbone and Naomi Cahn was interesting:

…while we approve of many of the Project’s proposed policies, we doubt that these policies, good or bad, can fully address the issue. Instead, we need to place greater attention on the creation of good jobs, the relationship between employment stability and family health, and the societal responsibility to ensure that the next generation of children is not left behind. While the class-based decline in marriage is a symptom of growing inequality and economic privation, an exclusive focus on marriage cannot by itself restore family health.

Regular “Alas” readers won’t be surprised that I agreed with that. But then they said something I didn’t know:

Over the last thirty years, greater economic inequality has done something very unusual: it has shifted the cultural strategies at the top and the bottom of the economic order in different directions. At the top, the dedication to stable two, parent families has come not just from a cultural commitment to marriage, but from the fact that the gendered wage gap for college graduates has increased. As a result, high-earning men outnumber high-earning women to a greater degree today than in 1990, and all but the wealthiest men need high-income women to afford middle class life in the fastest growing and most expensive metropolitan areas. Today, executives no longer marry their secretaries; they marry fellow executives. And in these dual-earner families, the maid cleans the toilets while the parents trade-off homework supervision and Little League attendance.

I was surprised that the gendered wage gap for college graduates has increased, since overall the gender gap has been slowly declining. Looking around, I found this graph, which does indeed show that the gender gap for recent college graduates has been getting larger for the last decade.

I’m not sure their picture of what wealthy families do is all that useful, though. Although the middle class has been declining, my suspicion is that middle-class married couples still far outnumber couples who can afford hiring a maid.

I don’t think that there are a lot of good-paying jobs in America’s future. The manufacturing base has for the most part left America and won’t come back, and automation may well continue making human workers less necessary. As a culture, we should rethink our picture of the good life, and find a way for more families to be happy and content with less wealth and income. I think that’s possible, because what’s most important is not economic plenty but economic security. I think more people could be happy with less income if they felt secure in their housing, their health, and their food.

Finally, you might also want to read Kevin Maillard’s harsh critique of the entire project.

Posted in Economics and the like, Families structures, divorce, etc, Same-Sex Marriage | 23 Comments

Respect for the Deadly

cartoon about assault weapons and gunsAs soon as word broke of the shootings in Connecticut, the familiar cries not to “politicize” the tragedy ensued. I find this plea curious on a number of levels. First of all, the people urging others not to “politicize” gun violence seem to come from a particular political perspective with remarkable consistency. You might even say their request is a political statement itself. It’s almost like they think gun control advocacy comes from some random whim wholly detached from incidents such as this. But the ready availability of AR-15s does not happen in a vacuum.

More details on the NRA-ALEC connection.

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Cartoon: Immigration and Jobs

[spoiler]PANEL 1
Illustration shows Alamar, a dark-skinned man wearing overalls and a hardhat, standing behind a partly built brick wall holding a brick in one hand and a trowel in the other.
CAPTION: Alamar came to the United States to find work. Alamar is a brick mason. He works hard and is very productive.

PANEL 2
Illustration shows Alamar continuing to work on the wall, while a woman nearby wearing a hardhat checks something off on her clipboard. Behind Alamar, a man walks up carrying a box. Behind that man, a large truck has pulled up.
CAPTION: Because Alamar is so productive, people in related jobs, like brickmakers, site supervisors, and truckers, have more work to do.

PANEL 3
Illustration shows Alamar, no longer wearing a hardhat, buying groceries from a cashier.
CAPTION: All those people, including Alamar, spend money in the local economy, on things like groceries and movies and diners and gas and clothes. All that spending creates more jobs.

PANEL 4
Illustration shows Alamar back at work on the wall. Next to him, an angry bald man is yelling.
CAPTION: That’s why Americans welcome Alamar with friendship and open arms.
ANGRY BALD MAN: GO HOME, YOU *@%#! JOB-STEALER![/spoiler]

Posted in Cartooning & comics, Immigration, Migrant Rights, etc | 56 Comments

Getting Caught Up In My Own Lies

Checkered

When I play “Connect 4” with the girls, I generally let them win every other game, since I don’t want them to feel that playing with me is hopeless, but I also don’t want them to expect to win all the time.

(This is unlike “Memory,” a game that they can always beat me at, no matter how hard I try. I remember being good at “Memory” when I was their age. Has my short-term memory degraded that much since then, or were the grown-ups I played back then letting me win?)

Last week Maddox asked if I’d teach her checkers. We don’t have a checker set, but we have a chess set and a Connect 4 set, so if you combine those two, presto chango, checkers! We’ve played three games of checkers so far, and I’ve let Maddox win two.

Today Maddox noticed that there were chess pieces in the box we take the board out of, and asked if I’d teach her chess. I don’t have anything against teaching her chess, except that she’d find it hard to remember what all the pieces do, which would make playing chess less fun for us both. So I said “maybe we should wait until you’re a little better at checkers before you learn chess.” And Maddox replied, quite logically, “I won two games of checkers!” Touché!

So I’d have to teach Maddox chess, except that she pointed out the “Ages 8 and up” written on the chess box, and she’s only 7. I guess I’ll teach her chess after her next birthday. :-)

P.S. Every time I let one of them win, I think of that moment in “To Kill a Mockingbird” when Scout learns for the first time that her father, who she beats in checkers all the time, used to be the town checkers champion and has been letting her win.

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