“The Jangs” is a story of American assimilation, but it’s not the story you’re used to hearing about Chinese Americans. Because Michael Jang’s cousins aren’t playing “the math nerd” in an after-school special.
But let’s put all that aside for a minute. Let’s say that I’m being “too sensitive.” Let’s say that my experience is an anomaly rather than a trend. Even so, the statistics that O’Reilly cites are misleading. The first mistake is equating all “Asians” under the same umbrella. “Asian” covers many different ethnic groups. Cambodians, Hmongs and Laotians are considered “Asian,” but statistically, among all ethnic groups, they underperform academically. They have the highest rates of not completing high school. They have the lowest rates of completing college. They have the highest rates of receiving public assistance. And they are the least likely, of all ethnic groups, to be homeowners. The overarching Asian label trivializes the real problems that sub-groups face. An entire continent’s descendants should not be lumped into the same category, when so many are suffering from inequities.
Clear the way for the prophets of rage
Engaging on the stage, on a track
Tell Jack stay in the back
I was born
Every level I’m on
Just in case you forgot
I pump in kilowatts
To let ’em know which direction
To go what’s up I wanna know
I test the front row
Forgiven the giving while the living is living it up
So many people are sleeping while standing up
Not dressed to impress or fess it
That’s it test to the brain like FedEx
Treated one and the same
Cause the name of the game
Don’t give ’em checks above necks
Some don’t realize the same side
Subdity in the city
Suburbs or projects
But we’re living in a different time
Some speed, some lead
While some just pump rhymes
Then again we’re all in the same gang
Info to flow
And heal all below
Let’s go and find
The piece of mind that’s taken
Or else the black
Public Enemy number 1
About twice a week, or every three or four days, an African American has been killed by a white police officer in the seven years ending in 2012, according to studies of the latest data compiled by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That number is incomplete and likely an undercount, as only a fraction of local police jurisdictions even report such deaths – and those reported are the ones deemed somehow “justifiable”. That means that despite the attention given the deaths of teenagers Trayvon Martin (killed by neighborhood watchman George Zimmerman) and Jordan Davis (killed by a white man for playing his music too loud), their cases would not have been included in that already grim statistic – not only because they were not killed by police but because the state of Florida, for example, is not included in the limited data compiled by the FBI.
“I’ve had some loaded feelings,” Lauren Mitchell admitted of her seven-plus years working with women getting abortions. “People have heard me talk and said, ‘You don’t sound like you’re super pro-abortion.’ They just don’t expect a complex view.” Mary Mahoney, her co-founder, explains that such sentiments — a mix of sadness and frustration — are pretty normal given the work they do. “You see 500 abortions, a thousand abortions, of course you’re going to have a lot of feelings. That’s okay,” she says with a shrug. Symone New told me that, since she started working as an abortion doula with the Doula Project a few years ago, she’s changed the way she talks about abortion. “My political self is like, ‘Yes, this is liberatory; it’s so great we have this right to make this decision,’ but I’ve dropped the pro-choice, third-wave feminist diatribe when dealing with patients.” She’s seen religious patients praying on the table, pro-life women getting abortions after discovering fetal anomalies, and others who think abortion is wrong, but get one anyway. The reality of abortion isn’t as tidy as the divide surrounding it.
Must be bad if the Senate Judiciary Subcommittee on the Constitution, Civil Rights, and Human Rights is forced to do something.
Amidst national outrage over police brutality across the country, we look at a new film that documents police shootings and the consequences of mass incarceration in upstate New York. The Throwaways focuses on the idea that certain lives in our society are considered disposable. It follows activist and filmmaker Ira McKinley, a former felon, as he seeks to document and mobilize his community of Albany, the state capital of New York.
Portland ain’t all that bad.
In no instance during this single month —as far as we could tell—were charges filed in any on-duty killing; all deaths were deemed justifiable prior to investigation. No mayor apologized to grieving parents, spouses, or children. For a few deaths, people marched in the streets. For others, not even a name was announced.