Saturday, July 30, 2011

Today's blog is brought to you by the number 94 billion

Maybe the U.S. really does need to put bars around its borders, because we're all guilty of committing a crime, and in one way or another, we are all at fault.

It's called a "crime against humanity."  According to the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court, these crimes "are particularly odious offences in that they constitute a serious attack on human dignity or grave humiliation or a degradation of one or more human beings. They are not isolated or sporadic events, but are part either of a government policy (although the perpetrators need not identify themselves with this policy) or of a wide practice of atrocities tolerated or condoned by a government or a de facto authority. Murder; extermination; torture; rape; political, racial, or religious persecution and other inhumane acts reach the threshold of crimes against humanity only if they are part of a widespread or systematic practice. Isolated inhumane acts of this nature may constitute grave infringements of human rights, or depending on the circumstances, war crimes, but may fall short of falling into the category of crimes under discussion."

Now let's consider the concept against the backdrop of immigrants and the U.S. policies in place (or lack thereof).  Specifically, let's look at those 11-12 million PEOPLE who do not have that highly coveted particular document, be it a visa, green card, or U.S. birth certificate -- all of which, let's face it, come from trees, anyway...and, really, to whom do the trees belong?  Nature!  If we live by the laws of nature, then why must we act so unnaturally?

So let's take a closer look.  Part of a widespread or systemic practice?  Check. Persecution? Check.  Part of a wide practice of atrocities tolerated or condoned by a government?  Check.

We must remember that, before we are members of any political, racial, religious, national, or any other group, we are all members of humankind -- or, if you want to be *really* technical, the human race.  (In layman's terms, we all belong to the same race!) That means that someone who commits a crime against another person is also essentially committing that same crime against himself.  Everyone else is also responsible.  Why, you ask?  Because we let it happen.

Take Kitty Genovese: a 28-year-old woman who was attacked, sexually assaulted, and murdered on her way home from work at 3am on March 13, 1964.  That sequence of events is already tragic.  But there were numerous people who heard her screams and her pleas for help and did not do anything.  A New York Times article, published a few weeks later, reported that there were 38 witnesses, though there is some debate as to how many of those actually saw or were aware of the entire incident.  So, even though only Winston Moseley was the one wielding a knife, those bystanders -- no matter how many or how few there were -- had the power to save her life.  And they didn't.  Forty years later, her name had become "synonymous with public apathy," as expressed in a segment on National Public Radio which commemorated her death.

It has been said that "the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."  (The quote is often attributed to Edmunde Burke, though it seems he never articulated the phrase as succinctly as that.  He did, however, write in Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents (1770) that, "when bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle."  Still, it is less important who was the first to phrase that statement in that way; the point is the truth behind it.)  What I want to know is, why don't more people live by that belief?

Two decades before Kitty Genovese's death, the world was engaged in World War II.  Zeroing in on the Holocaust (a word of Greek origin, meaning "sacrifice by fire"), Jews experienced extreme persecution and genocide.  Those who were able to get out of the targeted areas were forced to find a way to do so, as they could no longer live peacefully in their desired communities.  Those who could not escape found themselves on death marches or being deported on trains that led to concentration camps or death camps.  These cattle cars held anywhere from 50-150 passengers, and, "at times, the floor had a layer of quick lime which burned the feet of the human cargo.  There was no water. There was no food. There was no toilet, no ventilation. Some boxcars had up to 150 people stuffed into them. It did not matter if it was summer, winter, boiling hot or freezing cold. And an average transport took about four and a half days."  Six million Jews perished during the Holocaust.  And not one person in the world did enough to stop it from happening.

Now, here we are, in 2011 -- about 70 years since the Holocaust and almost 50 since the attack on Kitty Genovese.  And where are we?  In May 2011 (two months ago), X-ray equipment led Mexican authorities to the discovery of 512 people (see above) crammed into two tractor-trailers heading for the U.S.  Who are we, as fellow members of the human race, to deny our teammates the right to a better life?  Why should we treat inhumanely and/or kick out the people who risk their lives to be better and to do better?  Who are *we* to be so elitist?  After all, more than 500 years ago, pre-Christopher Columbus, *we* were the ones who kicked the Native Americans off of their land so it could be ours.  Brings a whole new meaning to "This Land is Your Land, This Land is My Land," I can tell you that much.


I suppose I simply cannot understand how one human can decide the fate of another.  Isn't everyone the same?  Shouldn't we all be trying to help each other?  That may sound like an after-school special kind of message, but if it's the right thing to do, then who cares?  There is no neutrality in this world -- there are the people who act, and there are the people who don't, and everyone is responsible.  How can we let immigrants (who are, lest we forget, people just like us) willfully endanger themselves on a daily basis in conditions reminiscent of the Holocaust, just so they have the chance at a better life?  The conditions are eerily similar to those cattle cars of the 1930s and 40s, and well over half a century has passed since then.  What can we say we have actually achieved in that time?

I do acknowledge that there are and need to be border laws, for the sake of homeland security and all of that.  At the same time, however, people need to recognize that helping the countries that are producing our immigrants will have a trickle-down effect.  By going to the source and establishing partnerships to help those countries prosper will in turn spark less of a desire for those residents to willfully separate their families in search of a better life.  Those who leave their families to create a better life in the US would likely not leave their own communities if they could experience those better opportunities from their own home.  Wouldn't it, then, be in everyone's best interests to work to improve the quality of life in those other countries?  After all, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

Let's take a look at some facts that spell out a little more clearly the situation in which we (as a nation and as members of the human race) have found ourselves.

According to a 2007 article in The New York Times, if the U.S.wanted to round up all 11-12 million immigrants in the country without proper documentation and deport them, it would cost $94 billion.  NINETY-FOUR BILLION DOLLARS!  What we could do with $94 billion!  What would the effect be if that sum were spent on education, rather than on punishment?  If the U.S. is willing to (senselessly) deport all of those people who risked their lives just for the chance to *try* to make a better life for themselves and for their families, what does that say about our country's priorities (other than that we are elitists who kicked out the Native Americans in order to claim the land as our own)?.  The immigrants aren't coming to kick anyone off of the land; they just want to contribute to its preservation in order to help others.

If 11-12 million people are deported, wouldn't that just perpetuate a cycle of resentment and animosity, toward a country that claims to be a "land of opportunity" and the "land of the free and home of the brave"?  We need to break out of this cycle to move forward rather than to allow history to repeat itself.  It's clear that what has been done in the past hasn't solved anything, so let's try something new. I mean, what brave act did U.S.-born citizens risk their lives to do in order to earn the right to live/work here?

In order to become a teacher, one must become certified.  But becoming certified once does not guarantee a teacher's status as "certified" forever.  Every few years (the actual number varies from state to state), a teacher must complete a certain number of professional development hours in order to maintain certification.  That makes sense -- it ensures that teachers are adapting to the changing times.  Why don't the same kinds of rules apply to U.S. citizenship?...Say, that every few years, one must complete some community service or project that contributes to the well-being of the country.  If you don't do your job as a teacher and maintain your certification, you might get put on probation and then lose your teaching license.  If you don't do your job as a citizen, maybe the same rules should apply (put on probation and then deported).  I do realize that this citizenship business is much more extreme than a teaching license, but maybe it could be deported for a year, just to experience first-hand how hard it is to adapt to life in a new country.  Perhaps this exercise would teach American citizens how to be more proactive citizens, rather than mere bystanders.

I don't wish to suggest that this whole "land of opportunity" thing centers on immigration.  Here are a few other examples.  Click on any of the below links for more eye-opening information than is listed here.

WATER: Almost one billion people do not have access to clean water.
LITERACY: 776 million people cannot read or write.
SHOES: 40% of the world's population doesn't have shoes.  (Though I don't mean to endorse this next site, I do really like this video that they have on it and encourage everyone to check it out, as it's very well done.)

Rather than spending our time, money, and efforts fighting in wars, why don't we work to promote peace and opportunity for all? Immigration is not the CAUSE of a broken system; it's one of the effects. It's not the problem itself; it's a SYMPTOM. So, why don't we work to fix the system so everyone *worldwide* (that is, our teammates, our brothers and sisters in the human race) has equal access to education, clean water, shoes, etc...basic necessities of life!  Only then will the U.S. as a country truly embody the idea that it doesn't matter upon what soil one was born.


In 1776, the United States of America became an independent country upon the signing of the Declaration of Independence, written by Thomas Jefferson.  The opening of the second paragraph of the document states that, "We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness..."  Almost 200 years later, in 1963, Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered his famous "I Have a Dream" speech, within which he said (starting at about 12:25) that, "I still have a dream.  It is a dream that is deeply rooted in the American dream.  I have a dream, that one day, this nation will rise up, and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.'"

It has been almost 50 years since MLK, Jr., gave that speech.  The U.S. now has an African-American president, Barack Obama, and we have made important strides in many areas.  In this particular moment, the government has seemingly reached an impasse when it comes to the trillions of dollars of debt facing our nation.  Wouldn't it be great if we had 11-12 million educated sets of ideas for how to proceed, along with 11-12 million pairs of hands to actually execute that plan, rather than be 94 billion MORE dollars in debt?

Saturday, February 19, 2011

What's in a home?

When you travel the same route every day, it is very easy to pass the same landmarks and the same people without even noticing. In a sense, you become immune to your surroundings and it just stops being a "thing," since it merely forms part of the natural environment around you.

Last August (2010), I started a new job, working as a teacher at a school about 20-30 minutes away, by car. (Isn't it interesting how we measure distance in time?)  It took me awhile to figure out the best route to get there from where I live, but once I did, I've pretty much stuck with it (barring traffic reports suggesting I take a different route).

Sometime around November, the self-proclaimed homeless man on a certain streetcorner along my route stopped being a random street presence.  Since I wouldn't always arrive at the traffic light when it was green, I would pass the time by looking around at the people in the cars around me and on the street.  He and I would exchange an awkward smile, awkward because, there I was, toasty in my heated car while he braved the cold outside.  Should I have felt guilty? Should he?  From that point on, every once in awhile, I would give him a small bottle of water, a piece of fruit, or a loaf of bread while I was stopped at that traffic light.  Like a carnivalesque toy that only plays when prompted by an inserted coin, upon receiving my small donations the guy would wish me a good day and tell me to stay safe. I would tell him to do the same.

One day in December, as I was driving to work, I noticed that the skies were looking ominous. By the time I arrived at "his" streetcorner, it was already drizzling. I happened to have an extra umbrella in the car (albeit neon pink and with one broken spoke), but as the light turned red, I rolled down my window and asked him, "Do you wannan umbrella? It's a little broken, but it still works..."  Walking over to take it from me, he replied, "Thanks! I ain't never had one of these things before."  As the green light signaled my departure, I thought to myself, "He's never had an umbrella? How is that possible?"  But then I realized that assumed commonalities among people are not necessarily common at all...that in this day and age, there's simply no place to close-mindedly determine that one's cover-of-the-book perceptions "must" be true.  (It's important to note that perceptions are different from judgments.)

Rather than make snap judgments about the situation, I have come to wonder about this guy.  Why is he not on that corner in the afternoons when I drive home?  Is "his" corner more lucrative than the one on the other side of the street, manned by someone else during the morning rush?  Where does he go after his "shift" is over?  And why, during the two-hour school delays because of ice and/or snow, was he not there? Where did he go?  And if he wasn't there during the delays because of the weather, then why was he there when it was raining?  I don't know the answers to those questions, but I do wonder about them.

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In early January, in Columbus, Ohio, a homeless man made the national news for his "golden voice."  Ted Williams, a roadside regular, held a sign advertising his "God given gift of voice" when, one day, a journalist stopped to talk to him.  Not even two days later, a video showcasing Williams and his "golden voice" had become a YouTube sensation, boasting more than a millions hits.  A month and a half later, there have been more than 11 million hits on that video alone (not to mention the countless radio and television broadcasts on which he or his story has since appeared).  The Williams story is a story of an overnight dream-come-true.  Years ago, he had fallen prey to a world rife with alcohol and drugs and, though he was involved in radio, his environment caved in around him.  This was his second chance.

Immediately, he received offers for voice-over spots for commercials (like for Kraft Macaroni & Cheese) and for more permanent employment with the Cleveland Cavaliers, among numerous other offers.  He also became a homeowner, thanks to the generous support of the Cavs. Not even two months since being "discovered," he has been featured on television and radio, has reunited with his formerly estranged mother and children, entered and left rehab in Texas (a decision which came about too hastily, according to Williams), and moved to a sober house in Los Angeles, where he is currently trying to feel out the voice-over industry.
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The week after this story hit the press, I was, once again, driving to work, a near-expired bag of tortillas on the car seat next to me.  I had planned to give them to the dark green windbreakered guy I saw every day, but as I approached the traffic light, it was already greenShould I save it until tomorrow?  Should I just slow down?  I decided that, though no big deal for me to wait until "tomorrow," tomorrow could be a lot farther away for the guy, so I slowed to a brief stop to ask him, "Do you want some tortillas?"  Since he is always conscious of the traffic (he has to be), he ran over and gave me his usual, "Thank you, dear -- you stay safe now!" to the musical accompaniment of a car honking behind me.  Seriously?! SERIOUSLY?!  On a street where there are three lanes of traffic on either side of the median strip, someone has to impatiently honk their horn at someone who is giving food to a homeless person? Who does that malcriado [poorly raised person] think he/she is? SERIOUSLY?!  Honestly, would that person get in trouble wherever he/she was going for saying, "Sorry I'm late. I was stopped at a *green* light because the person in front of me slowed down to give some food to the homeless" ?? I mean, that person SHOULD get in trouble -- he/she should get fired for being a complete ignoramus!  But, alas, I'm not judging; I'm merely stating the facts... I'm not saying that the person is necessarily a bad person, just an ignorant one.

In the past several weeks, I've heard a few "Thanks, dear -- you stay safe"s and, lately, even without the exchange of something to eat or drink.  A couple of days ago, he saw me and I could see through my window that he was starting to chat, so I rolled down my window.
"It's supposed to feel like summer this afternoon, can you believe it?" he asked.
"No, I can't -- they say it's gonna hit 70!" I replied.
"And then they're calling for snow next week!  Only in Maryland.." he said.
"I guess so!" [And the light turned green.]
"You have a good day, dear!"
"You too!" And as I left, I rolled up my window, thinking...no one is above exchanging pleasantries with others.  Maybe I should invest in a bumper sticker that says, "Honk if you're a goose."  We'll see what that driver has to say about that.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

My entry submission to the travel contest

Although I came in third for the contest, I still wholeheartedly believe in my entry submission.  So I post it here as another blog to file away with the others. Just 'cause I'm not about to take 8 trips to places around the world, doesn't mean the reflections of past and current experiences cease to exist.  Here's to truth-telling life experiences, now and always.
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By Melissa Robbins                      December 2, 2010
Travelers are like snowflakes, unique with a collective power that could change the world. An ardent travelphile, I’ve been fortunate to have breathed the air in many places. Though I have my Masters degree, it's not my 19 years of formal schooling that's taught me the most, but my adventures outside the classroom.

I’ve gone hang-gliding over Rio de Janeiro, paragliding in the Swiss Alps, lion-hunting in the Serengeti, and have lived in Spain, Italy, Brazil, and El Salvador. I believe true travelers seek out the local lifestyle by learning the spoken language and relentlessly immersing themselves in the unspoken rhythm that keeps the people and town running; they then carry those experiences with them in that uncomfortably-heavy-and-unforgiving travel backpack thereafter.

Zig-zagging around the globe is—let’s face it—not always as glamorous as it sounds. It is, however, a true representation of life at its core. In blogging my way through South America, I chose my words carefully to avoid publicizing that, in Brazil, I’d been held up at knifepoint. Physically, I escaped unscathed, but the memory of that 30-second-frozen-in-time moment has shaped my life. Not only did that teach me that I could run fast in flip-flops, but I was also forced to experience something that unfortunately plagues Brazilians daily in their quest to survive. I now see that travel blogging isn't merely reporting the smile-inducing adventures in a reader-friendly way; truly capturing the essence of a place also means painting a picture so vivid, readers can envision themselves living the blog.

I’m not going to try to “beat the system” to win this contest. I believe voters can recognize someone’s genuineness and innate desire to use all experiences—trials and tribulations alike—to make positive changes in the world, one step at a time. If you want a fictional, light-hearted-full-of-fluff-beach-read, don’t vote for me. If you wonder what makes other places tick, as lived by someone who blogs even when she doesn’t have her passport in hand (http://andsmilestogobeforeisleep.blogspot.com/), I’d be very grateful to receive your coveted vote.

Meanwhile, I'll be abiding by the ever-relevant Confucian philosophy: “I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.”

You gotta fight...for your right...to beeee equal

The first week of the new year is over, and the results of the competition have been announced.  Alas, I did not win...in fact someone else with the last name Robbins won, which essentially means that the "wrong" Robbins won.  But, I want to take a minute to thank all the people who voted for me, who told their friends and families to vote, and who voted with multiple email addresses.  Even though the contest people disqualified me for 5 days (before I got them to reinstate me into the competition) because they believed that there was an "unnatural number of votes for my entry in a very short period of time" (thus, in their minds, *necessarily* constituting voter fraud, since, G-d forbid, people actually like my blog at the same time), I ended up with 1124 votes, when all was said and done (and after they took away 100+ votes of mine).  By the numbers, it looks like I ended up in 3rd place, but there's no way to know for sure about the validity of the votes received by the two people with higher numbers than mine.

At first, I was disappointed -- who wouldn't have loved winning tens of thousands of dollars' worth of travel?  Hell, that's what I spend my money on anyway, so why not just cut out the middle man?  But then, upon further reflection, I realized that the competition was the very antithesis of its intended purpose.  If the purpose was to allow someone the $70,000+ opportunity to travel to 8 different destinations and blog about it, what the contest people essentially did was further polarize the blogger from the "bloggees."  The average person doesn't have the opportunity to do what the grand prize allows this contest's winner to do.  And it is very unlikely that the people whom the winner will encounter on each of these trips will have had a similar opportunity.  Thus, the true winners -- I believe -- are the people who make this grand prize happen for themselves.  16 trip packages (8 trips for 1 +guest) do not just fall into one's lap with no strings attached.



Am I bitter that I didn't win?  No -- a little disappointed, but not bitter.  Would I like to have won? Of course.  Do I hold a grudge against the "other" Robbins?  No.  Since she won the competition, she should get the grand prize.  I don't know if I'll check back to see her blogs or not whenever she ends up taking her trips, but I do know that the perspectives of someone who receives $70,000+ worth of opportunities on one winter day in January are going to be vastly different from someone who works for those same opportunities every day of his/her life.  That doesn't make one viewpoint any "better" than another, but I think it needs to be acknowledged that every day, people fight to survive and to make life better for themselves and their families, and it's *those* people who deserve a wealth of opportunities.

So, although I stand on the 3rd place step of the podium, perhaps it's not so bad...after all, I'm the closest to the ground or, in other words, closer to the people.  And therein emerges a new interpersonal relationship in looking into the eyes of the person in front of you, rather than looking down on them.  (Note: I'm only 5'5", so even though I'd be on that 3rd place step, I'd still be looking into the eyes of the people in front of me, if not up at them.)

Thanks again to all of you for all of your help. You have given me new insight that will only continue to fuel my drive.  Now let's raise our glasses and toast to the creation of an extended community of hard workers and equality fighters...but since equality doesn't fight for itself, put those glasses down and let's get back to work.