Stuart Hall, 1932–2014

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Dawoud Bey, Stuart Hall, 1998 (source: thenewartexchange.org.uk)

We regret to announce the passing of Stuart Hall, a member of our Editorial Advisory Board since 1983. He was a leading figure of the British Left and a visionary race theorist, making profound contributions to the field of cultural studies at the Center for Contemporary Cultural Studies at Birmingham University. In 1993, we published his article, “What Is This ‘Black’ in Black Popular Culture?”. As a modest way to honor his memory, we are offering this article as a free download (please follow the link below).

Stuart Hall, What Is This “Black” in Black Popular Culture? (download pdf)

Premiere (Dispatch from Argentina #5)

by Laurie Coyle*

This is the fifth in a series of dispatches by filmmaker Laurie Coyle and Chicana activist and former political prisoner Olga Talamante documenting their current trip to Argentina. Click on the “Previous” button at the top of the page to read the previous dispatches and learn more about Laurie and Olga’s travels.

Left: Olga, co-producer Mili Abate, and director Malena Juanatey; center: Marquee of Cine Gaumont; right: Olga Talamante, Miguel Martínez Naón, Ruben Piazza

Left: Olga, co-producer Mili Abate, and director Malena Juanatey; center: Marquee of Cine Gaumont; right: Olga Talamante, Miguel Martínez Naón, Ruben Piazza

December 5, 2013

From Laurie:

The moment has finally arrived, the motive for our Argentina adventure: the premiere of Observando al Observador (Watching the Watchman). Olga and I hop into a cab, then jump out and walk the last block to the Cine Gaumont, where a crowd gathers on the sidewalk and strings of brightly colored pennants lend a festive air.

Located on the Plaza Congreso right across from Argentina’s national congress, the Gaumont is a historic theater founded in 1912. Today it’s the cinematheque for INCAA, the Instituto Nacional de Cine y Artes Audiovisuales. The current building was designed in the modernist style of structural functionalism, with clean lines and a wide lobby.

Upstairs in the mezzanine there’s a reception in progress. Tall, striking, and dressed in black with a huge bouquet of red roses, the director Malena Juanatey greets Olga with a passionate hug. The members of the film crew, their families, and friends are celebrating. Olga has her own contingent in attendance, including our friends from Azul and friends of friends from the States. Fellow political prisoner Julia has traveled hundreds of miles to be here. Earlier today, we met in a café where she and Olga caught up after more than 30 years. In jeans and Birkenstock sandals, Julia could be straight out of Berkeley. She spent eight years in prison, married another political prisoner, and raised five children.

I am amazed to be introduced to Miguel Martínez Naón, a young media activist. The last time I saw Miguel, he was a baby in diapers. His parents, Coco Martínez and Noemi Naón, were theater artists who had come to the Bay Area as refugees and became involved in the Olga Talamante Defense Committee. Now Miguel is all grown up, teaching filmmaking to disadvantaged youth and organizing traveling film programs for INCAA.

It’s the usual indie film opening, with excitement in the air, the buzz of anticipation. What is different this time is feeling “nerves” for the person in front of, not behind, the camera. Olga and I got a “sneak peak” of the film late last night. That’s when we discovered that Olga was the principal protagonist of the film. We are curious, not to say anxious, to see how an audience that doesn’t know Olga will respond.

Observando al Observador tells the story of two US citizens detained and tortured during Argentina’s 1970s-80s “Dirty War,” and explores the role played by the United States in supporting the military dictatorship. It’s an ambitious film for a first-time director, featuring a complex interweaving of three strands: the personal stories of Olga and Patricia Elb; a more academic analysis of US intervention in Latin America and the social conditions that gave rise to the repression; and finally, a self-reflexive essay narrated by the director, a young woman who grew up in the aftermath of the dictatorship, when Argentina was returning to democracy.

After the screening, strangers come up to Olga and hug her. There’s a certain intimacy, as if they feel they know her now that she has shared herself so openly on camera … an affective bond. A young woman and her father pose to have their picture taken with her. The following day, the reviewer for La Nación, Argentina’s largest conservative newspaper, writes, “se sigue con el interés creciente … a unas historias particulares, con buenas protagonistas, especialmente Olga Talamante Castillo, con singular carisma” (“We follow with growing interest the personal stories of good protagonists, especially Olga Talamante Castillo, with her singular charisma.”) Well, reader, most of us knew this already, but it’s nice to read it in the newspaper!

In the days after the premiere, we discuss the film at length. There is curiosity (and a little disappointment maybe?) on the part of those who came hoping or dreading to see themselves included in the film. I feel compelled to explain the mysteries of documentary filmmaking: Why interview 15 people if only five will make it into the final film? Why representative protagonists, not a cast of thousands? Why this voice or that focus? In these conversations I emphasize the tough choices filmmakers face, hoping to convey that we do take great pains to honor the trust our subjects place in us.

With the director and crew, we talk a lot about the “target audience”–Argentina’s youth, who didn’t live through the Dirty War. Some come from families directly affected by the disappearance of loved ones; for some, it’s a taboo subject never discussed; in others, they wrestle openly with the burden of relatives’ psychological scars. But the majority of young Argentinians don’t know any more about this recent history than young Americans know about the Vietnam War. The intergenerational aspect of Observando al Observador is its greatest strength–young filmmakers grappling with the legacy of the military dictatorship, paying tribute to the “elders” who were their age when the shit hit the fan. Their goal is to build bridges that can heal and forge a consciousness around “never again.”

From Olga:

The past and the present collide for me on the evening of the premiere. There are my old comrades, with whom I shared the experience of organizing in the poor barrios of Azul, the meetings, the marches, and our youthful idealism. And there are the young people, sons and daughters of that period of history, some who were born in exile, some with relatives among the disappeared. A celebratory moment: for Malena, the director, completing this six-year project; for her young cohorts, to see the fruits of their labor; for me and my compañeros, the vindication that our stories can be part of healing of the past and contribute to the present conversation on how to ensure that the horrors of the military dictatorship will not be repeated.

The culmination of this project, the actual projection of the film on the big screen, could be deemed long in its 77 minutes, by documentary standards. But it is 77 minutes of a few lifetimes, of long days of longing, of decades of political markers, of encuentros y re-encuentros over thousands of miles. It is 6,512 miles to be exact, the distance between San Francisco and Azul.

The credit for this film goes entirely to Malena Juanatey, for her vision about the need for this film and her tenacity to bring it to completion. I believe she would have made it against whatever odds that confronted her, and there were many in the course of the six years that she worked on it.

But my participation in the film I owe entirely to my friend Ruben Piazza, my compañero, fellow cadre and political prisoner. He made it possible for Ed McCaughan and me to travel to Argentina to be filmed in March 2012 by providing transportation and lodging; traveling four hours each way to pick us up at the airport; putting us up at his and his wife Tuki’s home; allowing his house to be used for the initial interviews; providing crucial archival news clippings and photographs used in the film; showing the film crew the sites where we were arrested, the police station where were held, and the prison where I spent 16 months. (He went on to spend eight years under the most inhumane conditions.)

Most of all, Ruben encouraged me to come back and opened his heart to make sure that I felt welcome, safe, and able to process the enormity of my return–like the bells rung at the old Franciscan monastery in San Juan Capistrano, California, upon the arrival of the swallows from Argentina, letting them know they are safe and can rest from their 7,000-mile journey.

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The Gift of Food and Friendship (Dispatch from Argentina #4)

by Laurie Coyle*

* This is the fourth in a series of dispatches by filmmaker Laurie Coyle and Chicana activist and former political prisoner Olga Talamante documenting their current trip to Argentina. Click on the “Previous” button at the top of the page to read the previous dispatches and learn more about Laurie and Olga’s travels.

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Left: Mariela’s fabulous flan; center: El Loro, pasta maker extraordinaire; right: Ramiro had a little lamb

December 2, 2013

From Laurie:

It’s taken me a few days, but I’ve finally figured out why the Argentinians skip breakfast: they have to get started on planning dinner. La cena involves so many decisions: who’s cooking (the meat), what to eat (which meat), which carnicería offers the best cut (of meat). Then there’s shopping, prepping, and finally cooking. The latter can take up to five hours or more, especially an asado, the Argentinian barbecue equal in stature to the mate ritual. Our visit is a special occasion and they’ve pulled out all the culinary stops, so I won’t make any generalizations about whether they eat like this every night. But I will say that we’ve had the best roast lamb, roast pork, and fresh pasta in our lives.

Then there’s la hora de la cena—nobody in their right mind sits down to dinner before 9:30 PM, and we’ve started dining as late as midnight because roasting a whole lamb takes five and one-half hours, whereas roasting a whole pig only three and one-half. Thank goodness for the fresh salads, which are varied and plentiful, because otherwise I’d have expired already from hardening of the arteries. After a few days on this diet, I was feeling the need for a little yin to offset the yang and made a nice lentil soup. The men scoffed, while the women declared they liked it—that, possibly, out of politeness or novelty.

Lest I seem to paint our hosts as obsessive foodies, let me set the record straight: there’s nothing fussy about food here. How can you be fussy calculating a kilo of meat per person for the typical asado?

Here as elsewhere, great food, wine, and conversation bring together old friends separated by long distances and even longer time. One rainy afternoon, “El Loro” makes the lightest, most delicious pasta from scratch that I have ever eaten, while he talks about the eight years he spent in prison and how the attention brought to his case by international human rights groups probably saved his life.

El Loro taught himself to cook to overcome the crippling shyness of his childhood—hard to imagine as he regales us with hilarious stories about living in Ushuaia, the southernmost town in the world where ships leave for Antarctica—where he had occasion to open the freezer door to warm up his kitchen.

There’s Ruben spreading his collection of detective novels across the table after dinner: Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Jim Thompson, Chester Hines… Fellow prisoner Julio raising a toast for Olga’s return, while he delivers a sermon on the need for unity to the locals at the table. Mirta and Olga sing songs they had taught each other in prison…After 35 years, Mirta still remembers a Mexican love song, Ella.

Hear and see Olga and Mirta sing Ella, a Mexican song.

From Olga:

Throughout Latin America, Argentinians have a reputation for being arrogant, dismissive, obsessed with fashion and looks, and highly critical of everything. While there is a grain of truth in this, there is also an immense sweetness masked by these superior airs. They have to pretend not to care as they actually care a lot.

While Laurie and I are the subject of gentle teasing and verbal sparring, “You Yankees always want to steal our best kept secrets, like how to make the best asado or the best pasta,” we are treated like royalty and offered the very best of what they have. While the bantering and dissing can be jarring at times, I am reminded of the Argentinian ways—that teasing is a form of love, that loss and grief are deflected through humor, and that actions speak louder than words.

So, the elaborate planning and preparation speak volumes of the love and camaraderie we share. The attention to detail—the coals just so, the pasta the perfect thinness, the ingredients the exact proportion—can certainly be attributed to the food craze that seems to have gripped our entire generation. But it is so much more than that. It’s a pure expression of love. The gift of time, those precious hours of prepping, consulting, and deciding, followed by the actual consumption of the feasts with the wine flowing. All that followed by critiques of the meal, emphasizing its finer points: was the crispness of the cordero skin better this time? Did the dressing enhance or overwhelm dandelion greens? And then moving on to the food of the soul, songs that bring back memories and bind us together.

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Mate-Induced Reflections (Dispatch from Argentina #3)

by Laurie Coyle*

* This is the third in a series of dispatches by filmmaker Laurie Coyle and Chicana activist and former political prisoner Olga Talamante documenting their current trip to Argentina. Click on the “Previous” button at the top of the page to read the previous dispatches and learn more about Laurie and Olga’s travels.

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November 26

From Laurie:

Highly caffeinated and packed with anti-oxidants, Argentina’s national beverage mate is brewed by packing the pungent herb into a gourd and pouring boiled water over it, then passing the gourd around and sipping the tea through a silver straw…an informal social ritual like drinking cardamom-infused Arabic coffee…with the sacramental qualities of the Japanese tea ceremony. On this trip, we commenced the ritual of drinking mate as soon as we arrived, when Ruben brewed and served the traditional herb while we drove from the airport to Azul. Have mate will travel!

The custom of drinking mate comes from the Guarani Indians; the word mate comes from the Guarani word mati, the gourd in which the tea is brewed and served. Traditionally, the Guarani sipped their mate through a slender reed. After their arrival in the16th century, the Jesuits introduced the silver straw. The gauchos (cowboys) lived on a diet of roasted meat and mate in Argentina’s expansive and solitary pampas.

The serious practitioner considers mate an art: the person who brews the mate and serves it (cebador or cebadora) is held to a high standard. Being an excellent mate maker is a bit like rolling the best joint, being the high priestess of hanging out, having your own salon in a thermos. The good mate maker is a respected facilitator who nurtures the sharing of good stories, jokes, and elaborate word plays.

My own initiation into the mate ritual happened many years ago, when I was a student at UC Berkeley. I became friends with a student in exile from Argentina who found comfort in the mate ritual. It kept her company when she was homesick and full of anguish about friends who had not been so fortunate to leave, and were among the disappeared. 

From Olga: 

Mate, while in Argentina, you either love it or love it.  When I first arrived in Azul in 1973, I was immediately intrigued and taken by the mysteries of the ritual: who was next in line, why did the cebador or cebadora spit out the first slurp, what was the perfect temperature, the ensuing commentary about it being too hot, too cold, muy lavado, and quickly learned that the less commentary the better … praise was reticent. While in prison, my motherly, caretaking instincts were manifested in becoming the cebadora. Prison life could be extremely routine, following strict schedules for getting up, meals, lights out, etc. But because of the ever-changing political situation, you never knew when there would be an impromptu prison-wide search, the suspension of basic amenities like books and radios, unexpected lockdowns, and so on. The mate ritual provided comfort and familiarity amid constant anxiety about what was coming next. It united us in a daily circle where we could talk, share, discuss, without actually calling a meeting.

Whether praised or maligned, the role of preparing the mate, keeping the circle going, maintaining the right water temperature, and keeping track of whose turn it was (oh my, battles could ensue if you skipped someone) was hard work. But it was also great fun and a perfect foil for the control freak in me. I became the official cebadora in our prison circle—an interesting position for the only non-Argentinian in the group. My friend Ruben teases me, commenting about what bad cebadoras the others must have been to cede me that post, and to this day he claims to be the better cebador. As I now prepare mate every morning and take it to Laurie to help her wake up, I am back in my glory, in control of the mate and the ritual. And giving Ruben some serious competition.

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Volver (Dispatch from Argentina #2)

by Laurie Coyle*

* This is the second in a series of dispatches by filmmaker Laurie Coyle and Chicana activist and former political prisoner Olga Talamante documenting their current trip to Argentina. Click here to read the first dispatch and learn more about Laurie and Olga’s travels.

These images were taken November 22, 2013, at the place where Olga, Ruben, and their compañeros were apprehended on November 10, 1974.

These images were taken November 22, 2013, at the place where Olga, Ruben, and their compañeros were apprehended on November 10, 1974.

November 23, 2013

We arrived at the Buenos Aires airport this morning and were picked up by Olga’s friends Ruben and Ramiro. Without so much as a glance at the city, we headed south for the four-hour drive to Azul. A provincial city of 65,000 in the heart of an agricultural and livestock region, Azul is home to the historic Teatro Español, the annual Cervantes arts festival, and regional military barracks.

After graduating with a major in Latin American Studies from UC Santa Cruz, Olga had moved to Azul after meeting a group of Argentinian artists and activists. There, she worked as a community organizer in the poor barrios on the outskirts of Azul. After she had been there a year and a half, the government of Isabel Perón declared martial law on November 7, 1974. A few days later, Olga and her friends met to discuss the impact of the suspension of civil liberties on their organizing work. As they left the meeting, they were apprehended by plainclothes policemen and taken to the Azul police station, where they were held and tortured.

That fatal meeting took place at the home of a friend, which is now a neighborhood restaurant and microbrewery where we go for dinner on our first night in town. For Olga, dining in the building where her 16-month ordeal began is a surreal and ironic experience. In the cozy atmosphere, it’s comforting to see families enjoying a night out; at the next table, a party of young women dines. They are about Olga’s age when she was arrested.

Later that night, Olga writes in her journal, “When we raise our glasses there’s no mention of the past, but it surrounds us. Walls don’t speak, yet they contain our history. Though freshly painted, they don’t mask our grief and the loss. As survivors, we keep alive the memory of those no longer with us. The occasion is bittersweet. I revel in the moment and savor the wine, grateful to have returned. In Mexican or in Argentinian, Volver, Volver is a language I know.”

From Argentina, Volver:

Volver From Mexico, Volver, Volver:

Volver Volver

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Adiós Muchachos/as Compañeros/as de la Vida (Dispatch from Argentina #1)

by Laurie Coyle*

* This is the first in a series of dispatches by filmmaker Laurie Coyle and Chicana activist and former political prisoner Olga Talamante documenting their current trip to Argentina. The occasion is the November 28, 2013, premiere of Observando al Observador (Watching the Watchman) in Buenos Aires.

The daughter of Mexican immigrants, Olga had traveled to Argentina where she became involved in community organizing in the town of Azul, four hours south of Buenos Aires. Laurie was an active member of the Olga Talamante Defense Committee, which was instrumental in bringing about Olga’s release from prison in March 1976.

Observandor al Observador is an important contribution to the Argentinian movement for Truth, Memory and Justice. It analyzes the role of the United States in the Dirty War in Argentina and features Olga’s experience of torture and imprisonment in the late 1970s under the dictatorship. The documentary was directed by a young Argentinian filmmaker, Malena Juanatey, who represents the enlightened children of the generation that suffered and fought against the dictatorship.

For an extended discussion of Olga’s views on torture and Operation Condor, see “Dirty Wars: On the Unacceptability of Torture—A Conversation with Olga Talamante” in Social Justice (Vol. 33, No. 1, 2006).

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Left: Laurie Coyle, Ecuador 1974; Right: Olga Talamante, Argentina 1974

November 21, 2013

Olga and I are having our first border crossing moment and we haven’t even departed from SFO. At the United Airlines counter they inform us we can’t check bags and get our boarding passes because we have no proof of our Reciprocidad documents for Argentina. It’s a relatively new visa, instituted because Argentina decided that if the United States was going to charge Argentinians to enter the U.S., Argentina would “reciprocate” with a permit and fee of their own. Fair is fair. If you travel to Argentina as the citizen of another nation, you won’t be paying this fee!

Olga already paid for her 10-year reciprocidad permit when she arrived at the Buenos Aires airport last year. But unbeknownst to our travel agent, now the permit must be paid for and issued right here in the United States. All this to say that I do not possess the reciprocidad permit and am sent running to the international terminal to pay up. Meanwhile, our UA agent is running as well, to ask his supervisor whether they will accept the reciprocidad stamp in Olga’s passport. Yes, it has a barcode, but they can’t read the barcode … yes, it says reciprocidad and even Argentina, but it’s not quite the same as the paper permit issued here. The topsy-turvy of North/South is finally righted and we are on our way.

So, in honor of the mysterious, maddening, frightening, and sometimes hilarious border crossing experiences we have all had–you reader, as well as we–I am sharing an earlier border crossing, this one from the diary I kept when traveling in Latin America in 1974. In the “comments” section below, please post a border-crossing story of your own.

Signing off with lyrics from the great Argentinian singer/composer Carlos Gardel: Adiós Muchachos Compañeros de La Vida!

Laurie (and Olga)

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The List
October 7, 1974

Our bus roars across the border and up to the Aduana between Honduras and Nicaragua. We climb down for the inspection that has become a ritual on this trek through Central America. Several soldiers slouch around, looking uncomfortable in their uniforms, hands shifting continuously to the machetes hanging from their belts. Each feigns the petty tyrant, giving our group looks to kill. They act as thieves armed and authorized by the national banditry of Anastasio Somoza. I experience once again the strange sensation of being on the Frontier.

The Nicaraguan border is notorious among travelers and we are anxious to make the crossing as uneventful as possible. While they inspect our bags, I feel relieved to be a North American not subject to the harassment received by the citizens of Latin American countries. Our suitcases scarcely warrant attention; we are through the line almost instantly. Fellow travelers are not so fortunate. The Chilean sociologist, Lucho Alvarado, is subjected to a shameless search, down to dismantling his shaving kit. The soldiers are not actually looking for subversive materials, but it is common knowledge that Chilean refugees are pariahs in these small rightwing Central American republics. Their rite to pass through has not been revoked, but the border guards spare no pains to show contempt for the homeless ones: they scorn the Chileans for having fallen from positions of real political efficacy–positions beyond their actual and imaginative grasp.

We have made it through customs and head for the bus, but the guards redirect us to another building for yet another test. What now? Freddi and I feel protective of Lucho, so the three of us stick together. We enter a long narrow room with a low table running its length. Opposite us and across the table sits an inspector. His belly is slung with a holster stuck full of peg-bullets. He is slovenly and probably wears the gun to offset the ridicule his appearance would otherwise evoke. Leaning back fat in his swivel chair, he belches and, without looking up informs us that we will have to wait until he gets through his reading: a comic book. He keeps us waiting as long as he can with the calculated greed of a man with one small power. Great, the government censor, a book-cannibalizer who is a functional illiterate!

The show begins. Each book is pored over and checked against a 10-page list of prohibited literature. The censor looks twice at my copy of Hannah Arendt’s The Human Condition, shrugs, and then seizes two books that belong to Lucho. He gloats, having won round one. Lucho, however, asks to see the list. He points out that one of the books in question is not on the list; another title by the same author is (the list is ancient and does not include the author’s more recent work). Our cowboy looks quite unhappy with this development, but lacks the imagination to connect the two works, or the jurisdiction to seize a book not stipulated on his list. With a sigh, he hands the book back to Lucho. Next he confiscates a book written by a colleague of Lucho’s, who declares that this friend would be proud to be banned by Somoza.

And then he spies the Chinese characters on a copy of the I Ching that Lucho purchased in Mexico City. He pounces, scrutinizes the list, and finds no citation. Unbelievable. Shaking his head, he searches once again. Still not there. Unsatisfied, he places the I Ching between himself and Lucho, leans forward, and poses the question:

“Now tell me this (ahora dígame Ud.): was this book written before or after Mao?”

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Farewell to Julia

by Gregory Shank*

One of the longest-serving Social Justice editorial board members has passed away. Julia Rosalind Schwendinger died at the age of 87 on October 17, 2013, in Hudson, Florida. The daughter of Russian immigrants Jacob and Lena Pliskin Siegel, she was born on September 3, 1926, and grew up on 84th Drive in Jamaica and in the Rockaway Beach area of the New York City borough of Queens. Julia and her husband of nearly 68 years, Herman “Hi” Schwendinger, were inseparable. They helped each other get through college in the years just after World War II by teaching square dancing to teenagers. Julia played the piano and Hi called the moves. A fellow folk dancer and friend, the late Irwin Silber, could be found at Saturday night square dances at Furriers Union Hall on New York City’s West 28th Street in the late 1940s. The People’s Songs/Artists movement spearheaded by Silber and Pete Seeger promoted the music of the American labor movement and raised funds for movement activities. Folksay and People’s Songs, which were affiliated with the American Youth for Democracy, sponsored square dances featuring politically themed calls and folk plays; its publication Sing Out highlighted storied American music treasures such as Woodie Guthrie, who deeply influenced the young Bob Dylan. In 1952, the House Un-American Activities Committee’s inquisitors deemed this music-making, dancing, and theater to be communist-inspired efforts to “control youth groups.”

Julia earned a bachelor’s degree in sociology at Queen’s College (1947), a master’s degree in social work at Columbia University (1950), and a doctorate in the School of Criminology at the University of California, Berkeley (1975). Her dissertation, entitled The Rape Victim and the Criminal Justice System, was intimately connected with her work in founding the first anti-rape group in the United States, which arguably became the model for such work internationally. Julia and Hi became a formidable presence in the fledgling radical criminology movement of the 1970s, as well as in the struggle for women’s rights, and continued to make meaningful contributions throughout the following decades. Julia accomplished this despite a long-term struggle with life-threatening cancer, which was first manifested in the early 1970s.

Julia was consistently an activist-scholar. She opposed the Vietnam War, supported the Civil Rights Movement, and, most recently, the Occupy Movement. In her first social work position, she worked with children and teens in a poor high-crime community. Given Hi’s youthful involvement in gang activity in New York City and his early fieldwork with street gangs as a social group worker, their interests meshed well. That experience and their firsthand knowledge was invaluable in their seminal ethnographic work on adolescent social types and delinquent gangs, which Julia and Hi began while associated with the sociology department at UCLA in the early 1960s. Her community orientation and organizing skills were also apparent in the founding of the Bay Area Women Against Rape (BAWAR) in 1971, along with Oleta “Lee” Abrams. In her Rape and Inequality, Julia described the group as a tiny handful of women composed of political activists and militant feminists who saw themselves as advocates of rape victims in the established institutions. This trendsetting victim-assistance program combined scholarship with community activism, an integral element of the journal Crime and Social Justice (our inaugural title in 1974). Julia was the journal’s book review editor in the first edition and was the lead author of the landmark article “Rape Myths: In Legal, Theoretical, and Everyday Practice.” She was a meticulous editor and polished all of their coauthored writings before they could be considered ready.

Beyond her numerous academic accolades, Julia was a kind and caring mentor. Maggie Bollenbacher, an early BAWAR member, spoke of Julia’s humanity and skillfulness as a leader: “She was sharp and witty, warmhearted, and committed to her family and friends. When I joined BAWAR I was fresh out of college in Minnesota and my eyes were beginning to open to the ways of the world. My associations with Julia Schwendinger and Suzie Dod made me a much wiser and fuller person. Julia strongly influenced me through her intellectual contributions to group discussions at BAWAR meetings in the early 1970s. She offered us a better understanding of a rapist’s mentality within the context of our society. Certainly, our focus was on helping the victims and getting the work done, but Julia and women like Suzie always sought to understand why this harmful behavior was occurring in the first place. Julia pointed to the psychosocial and economic factors underlying violent behavior in America and the ways in which the criminal justice system aggravated the harm already done.” Before her death, Suzie Dod Thomas fondly recalled the inclusive spirit of the period. Although Suzie was working as a secretary at the time, Julia encouraged her to join BAWAR as well as the radical criminology movement, including participation in Crime and Social Justice. Julia and Tommie Hannigan used their BAWAR funding contacts to obtain seed money for the initial editions of the journal.

During the journal’s formative period, Julia and Hi traveled widely, visiting like-minded scholars and practitioners in England, Germany, Austria, the Netherlands, France, and Italy. Many boisterous journal meetings and events such as the launching of The Iron Fist and the Velvet Glove took place in the Schwendinger’s home on Vincente Avenue in North Berkeley. Julia cut a striking figure, her long black hair framing her attractive face and ready smile. Her low, smooth voice and self-confidence had a calming influence, while her diminutive mother Lena radiated warmth and a sense of purpose with her ever-present petitions in need of signatures. But make no mistake: Julia was a tough, eloquent, and unapologetic Marxist. She typified the unqualified nightmare then consuming the Berkeley administration and the forces of reaction consolidating in Sacramento under the mantel of Ronald Reagan.

And so the magnificent experiment underway in Berkeley’s School of Criminology was decisively dismantled and most of the core critical faculty and students associated with the journal were sent packing. The noose tightened nationally to eliminate progressive faculty and prevent graduate students radicalized in the 1960s and 1970s from gaining a professional foothold in the academy. In the short term, Julia found work as a private investigator and consultant, providing presentencing reports on offenders for defense attorneys and judges. She was a parole commissioner and director of the Women’s Resource Center for San Francisco Jails, in association with the late Richard Hongisto. In the period Julia described as exile, she taught sociology, criminology, and criminal justice at Vassar, the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, SUNY (New Paltz), and finally at the University of South Florida. She worked briefly at UC Berkeley’s Institute for the Study of Social Change and was an exchange scholar with Hi at universities in Berlin, St. Petersburg, Moscow, and central Asia.

Based on the latter experiences, Hi and Julia wrote a 1993 firsthand account in Humanity and Society entitled “The Crises of Soviet Legitimacy,” in which they examined the paradoxes and changing class character of Soviet society just before the collapse. Throughout the 1970s and 1980s, Julia and Hi regularly published articles in this journal on rape, delinquency, prison living standards, and social class and the definition of crime. Working closely with Tony Platt and Paul Takagi, Julia lined up Friendly Fascism author Bertram Gross to participate in an international discussion centered on his essay, “Some Anticrime Proposals for Progressives” (Crime and Social Justice 17, Spring-Summer 1982). Their most recent books are a history of the Berkeley School of Criminology and Big Brother, which analyzes the expansion of surveillance technology in the United States and the repression of left-wing ideas and policies.

Julia will be sorely missed by the many whose lives she touched and especially by Hi and their children, Leni and Joseph.

Hi & Julia 1974

Julia and Hi, 1974

 

* Gregory Shank is the Co-Managing Editor of Social Justice and a long-term Bay Area resident.

Crime Is Up? Decarcerate!

by Alessandro De Giorgi*

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The news has not garnered much attention on the national media, yet it is rather striking: for the first time in the last twenty years or so, crime has been rising in the United States for two consecutive years. The US Bureau of Justice has just released data from the 2012 National Criminal Victimization Survey (NCVS), the statistical tool adopted since 1972 to make up for the “dark figure” of unreported crime that affects official statistics. The report reveals that in 2012 property and violent crimes suffered a 12 percent and 15 percent increase, respectively. Thus, what had looked like an exception in 2011—when, according to the NCVS, violent crime had increased by 17 percent and property crime by 11 percent since the previous year—might instead have marked the turning point of a long cycle of declining criminal activity and the outset of a new trend toward higher crime rates.

A note of caution is of course in order here. Despite the undeniable contribution victimization reports have provided for a more reliable understanding of crime trends in the United States, one should not overlook the many limitations affecting the very design of these surveys. It is well known, for example, that victimization surveys focus narrowly on street crimes while ignoring other, equally or more harmful types of criminal activity, namely white collar crime and state crimes—including instances of police brutality, abuses by prison guards against prisoners, or crimes taking place inside the country’s chronically overcrowded correctional institutions. Not to mention the fact that victimization surveys tend to overlook precisely the social groups that are most vulnerable to criminal victimization in the streets, as a consequence of their precarious living conditions: homeless people, various institutionalized populations, undocumented migrants, or individuals with unstable living arrangements. Finally, NCVS offers a misleading image of crime as a uniform and undifferentiated issue affecting all Americans equally (“crime is up” or “crime is down” for everyone), since it ignores the basic fact that within the segregated landscape of American cities, crime (and punishment) is highly concentrated inside areas of urban destitution marked by racial and class boundaries.

Whatever their statistical reliability, at least these data further illustrate the substantial divergence between rates of criminal activity and the penal strategies deployed by the state, with particular reference to incarceration. Indeed, another report released by the BJS a few months ago, “Prisoners in 2012,” shows that the correctional population of the United States, including federal and state prisoners, declined (although only by a modest 1.7 percent) in 2012, confirming a downward trend that has now entered its third consecutive year. A disconnect between trends in crime and changes in punishment is certainly not new. It has manifested itself with unprecedented intensity over the last twenty years in the United States, although in an opposite direction to the one we observe today: since the early 1990s, plummeting crime rates have been paralleled by a vertiginous growth of the prison population. Such contradictory tendencies should not surprise sociologists of punishment, who have long been arguing that criminalization is not just a response to crime; that the severity of punishment does not necessarily descend from the seriousness of the criminal act; and that levels of social and institutional punitiveness are shaped by economic, political, and cultural factors more than by the actual risk of victimization. Yet a persisting dilemma in criminology—as well as one of the main reasons for the very existence of the discipline, at least in its mainstream variants—is whether state punishment and related technologies of social control have any effect on crime, and here too the evidence is at best inconclusive (for a recent analysis touting controversial policing strategies like “stop and frisk” and “hot spot” policing as the single major factor behind the great crime decline in New York, see Franklin Zimring’s The City That Became Safe).

What, then, should we make of this sudden increase in crime in the United States? How can it be explained? The obvious answer, one that some commentators had started to propose as a bleak prophecy even before the crime increase was recorded, is the recessionary economic crisis that has swept the country since 2007. Indeed, according to well-established models of crime causation, it makes sense to look at the “usual suspects”—rates of unemployment, homelessness, poverty, and so on—to explain shifts in criminal activity, particularly predatory crimes. In this perspective, economic hardships would push a larger fraction of the “truly disadvantaged,” to borrow William J. Wilson’s definition, to commit crimes of survival, which in turn would result in higher incarceration rates. Therefore, penal technologies would be developed by the state simply as a reaction to shifts in criminal activity prompted by socioeconomic transformations that are essentially outside the reach of the state’s regulatory powers. In other words, in this model crime and penal policies are treated as dependent variables, while economic transformations, and, more specifically, economic crises, are treated as an independent variable. Yet we know that in the recent history of the United States such a model has simply not been at work: for most of the past three decades, crime rates have been declining both in times of economic growth and in times of recession, whereas incarceration rates have been rising at a furious pace until three years ago.

I would like to suggest here that a reversal of perspective might be in order. In the age of “mass imprisonment,” close to 1 percent of the US population is in prison or in jail (3 percent if probation and parole are included); one in three black males will go to prison in his lifetime; incarceration is more likely than marriage or college in the life of a young black male; and more blacks are in prison than were in slavery in 1850. Thus, the relationship between economy, crime, and punishment should probably be significantly revised. At the end of forty years of extraordinary concentration of the punitive powers of the state toward the mass criminalization of racialized urban poverty, we should ask whether the penal technologies unleashed by the state at the bottom of the race and class structure of US society have not become themselves constitutive elements of the structural crisis that affects the most marginalized fractions of the urban poor—rather than being simply an institutional reaction to crime as one of the undesirable consequences of such crisis.

Some scholars have recently demonstrated the paradoxical effect of concentrated incarceration on crime. In a process that mimics the economic principle of diminishing marginal returns, when it rises beyond a certain level incarceration will not only relinquish its crime-reducing effect (assuming it ever has one), but it might potentially result in an increase in criminal activity. This is due to the destructive effects of incarceration on already vulnerable individuals and families: financially (lost income, welfare bans for certain convictions, plus phone calls, packages, and trips to the jail), socially (weakening of relationships, loss of social capital, missed educational opportunities, isolation upon release), and politically (felon disenfranchisement). Through the systematic institutional sequestration of entire cohorts of population from already dilapidated urban ghettos, over the last forty years mass incarceration has eroded the social fabric of marginalized communities, displaced large fractions of their populations, depleted their material and immaterial resources, hampered the educational opportunities for a large number of youth, generated a massive diversion of public funds from social services to penal institutions, and (re)produced a large class of socioeconomic pariahs who are essentially unemployable, if not in dead-end and insecure jobs, upon their release from prison (for a powerful analysis of these processes, see Todd Clear’s Imprisoning Communities). The criminogenic effect of the power to punish—and more generally the paradox whereby repressive state intervention often tends to (re)produce the very social problems it is supposed to address—is not an exclusive prerogative of the penal field, as it has been observed in such disparate areas as immigration control, drug policy, and the so-called war on terror. However, the US penal experiment of the last four decades has been so widespread that its crisis-generating effects have extended well beyond the field of crime and punishment, to the point of destabilizing the very social structure of poor urban areas. Furthermore, as Becky Pettit has shown in her recent book Invisible Men: Mass Incarceration and the Myth of Black Progress, the massive warehousing of young disadvantaged minorities has “concealed” a large fraction of the urban poor from society—the media, public opinion, policymakers—as well as from most national surveys, thus reinforcing the ideological misrepresentation of the United States as a post-racial society set on a bright path toward declining social inequalities, narrowing racial gaps, and widespread social mobility. If prisoners were to be included in social and economic surveys, these would reveal that mass incarceration has essentially obliterated the social gains made by African Americans since the civil rights era.

The recent data indicating a timid decline in the US prison population should be welcomed as good news. It should also be noted, however, that this decline has taken place in the wake of budgetary and fiscal emergencies, rather than of any structural process of penal reform—a circumstance that renders these trends extremely precarious and reversible. Nothing short of a structural process of decarceration at the federal, state, and local levels would be needed to begin to dismantle the gargantuan penal machine the United States has built to neutralize its social contradictions; nothing short of a massive reinvestment in social welfare would begin to address the permanent crisis of the American urban poor.

* Alessandro De Giorgi is Associate Professor and Graduate Coordinator at the Department of Justice Studies, San Jose State University, and a member of the Social Justice Editorial Board.

 

NSA and the False Alternative between Liberty and Safety

by Gene Grabiner*

NSACritics have long been concerned about the potential for government abuse and overreach, as well as the desire of officials to conduct civic affairs beyond public scrutiny. As moral philosopher Jeremy Bentham cautioned, “secrecy, being an instrument of conspiracy, ought never to be the system of a regular government.” Gore Vidal observed that “Harry Truman replaced the old republic with a national-security state, whose sole purpose is to wage perpetual wars, hot, cold, and tepid.” Jurist William O. Douglas revealed that oppression, like nightfall, descends imperceptibly: “In both instances, there’s a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”

Edwin Black has documented the Nazi state’s alliance with IBM and its reliance on that corporation’s data processing technology for selective repression. Given Edward Snowden’s recent revelations, we now know that the National Security Agency (NSA), a section of the Department of Defense, has been collecting metadata (phone numbers, call times and duration) on all Americans, and using its clandestine PRISM mass electronic surveillance data-mining program to record, directly from servers of Internet providers, the content of certain emails or entire email boxes. PRISM may have scooped up all Facebook content, and the New York Times reported that Martin E. Dempsey, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, met in Silicon Valley with executives at Facebook, Microsoft, Google, and Intel to discuss how the companies would collaborate with the government in its intelligence-gathering efforts. The NSA has easy access to the Cloud, which increasingly houses people’s entire hard drive backups.

Given the ongoing refusal of congressional Republicans to work across the aisle, the initial response to the NSA disclosures has been unusually bipartisan. Karl Rove argued that NSA-style spying on the people is needed to “keep the nation safe.” Congressman Eric Cantor (R-Virginia) says that “if anyone were to violate the law by releasing classified information outside the legal avenues, certainly that individual should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.” According to Senator Diane Feinstein (D-California), Edward Snowden “committed an act of treason” and she is upset only insofar as he leaked the fact that we have been spied upon for years. Speaker of the House John Boehner (R-Ohio), as well as Senators Ben Nelson (D-Florida) and Saxby Chambliss (R-Georgia), echoed these comments. Peter King (R-New York), chair of the House Homeland Security Committee and a former IRA supporter, called for the prosecution of Glenn Greenwald and other journalists who cover security leaks.

Nonetheless, critical voices have emerged. Tea Party Congressman Justin Amash (R-MI) and John Conyers (Michigan Democratic Congressional Progressive Caucus member) introduced a House amendment to a July 2013 Pentagon spending bill that would bar the NSA from spending funds for surveillance on any citizen who was not already the subject of an investigation. The Amash-Conyers anti-NSA amendment lost by twelve votes, 205–217. Eighty-three House Democrats and 134 House Republicans voted against it.

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Edward Snowden’s NSA revelations have clouded the political fault lines on the issue of violations of the Fourth Amendment. Tea Party luminary Rand Paul has staked out an anti-NSA populist-libertarian position and has sponsored the Fourth Amendment Restoration Act. In effect, it states that the Fourth Amendment shall not be construed to allow any government agency to search phone records of Americans without a warrant based on probable cause. This constitutional doctrine conflicts with Justice Antonin Scalia’s originalism (“what the Founding Fathers intended”), wherein the animating principle behind the Fourth Amendment is to protect personal property, and thus only prevents “unreasonable searches and seizures” of our “persons, houses, papers, and effects.” Without a valid judicial warrant, police cannot attach a GPS tracker to a person’s car and monitor his movements (United States v. Jones). However, it would be permissible to wiretap a person’s conversations by physically attaching a monitoring device to the phone company’s line on a public street, so long as a person’s home is not entered or his/her property trespassed upon.

With Big Brother watching, there is a need for a broader view of Fourth Amendment privacy protections. Metadata make it unnecessary to violate “persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable searches and seizures.” They are used to identify patterns from the external aspect of information. Instead of listening to the content of your phone calls, it captures the fact that you made a call, to whom and where, and for how long, all the while registering your physical location. In short, the external aspect has multiplied enormously, seemingly overwhelming the internal. Originalism in constitutional law fails miserably in the face of this technological innovation, since the Founders had no plausible notion of what is at issue: with an e-trail containing all the information needed to keep track of people, there is no need to listen to their conversations or enter their houses.

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Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase
a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety

—Benjamin Franklin

Scarcity is a property of capitalist markets. Despite production in abundance, it is not an abundance of human needs fulfillment. As a result, there is a scarcity of healthy ecosystems, nutritious food, crops free of genetic tampering, meaningful employment, housing, peace, and quality public education. According to Nobel-laureate economist Paul Samuelson, “economics is a study of how people and society end up choosing with or without the use of money, to employ scarce productive resources that could have alternate uses” [emphasis added]. Elected representatives and members of the media invoke the scarcity principle while discussing NSA snooping whenever they say that we must balance safety against liberty, usually with some liberty placed on the sacrificial altar. At the recent Netroots Nation 2013 conference, former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-California) was booed when she said that as far as Snowden is concerned, “he did violate the law in terms of releasing those documents. The fact is, we have to have a balance between security and privacy” [emphasis added].

This market analogy for scarcity, which persists within the US juridical and ideological tradition under the rubrics of “balancing of interests” and “balancing of rights,” is a prestidigitation that tacitly underlies utilitarian domain assumptions (i.e., “if you want security, you must compromise your rights”). The US Supreme Court first asserted this balancing test in Schenck v. United States (1919), in which it was determined that speech can be restricted if it represents a “clear and present danger,” such as “shouting fire in a theater.” That case expanded the power of the 1917 Espionage Act to censor free speech, with the “clear and present danger” being the publication and distribution of a pamphlet that opposed the draft and US entry into World War I. Writing for the majority, Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes argued that the exercise of free speech is contextual. Stating that conscription is tantamount to “involuntary servitude” during peacetime is protected speech, but doing so during wartime is not, and could be construed as an act of national insubordination—a substantive evil that Congress has a right to prevent.

Of course, reason dictates that no one would deliberately cause panic by falsely yelling “fire” in a crowded theater. Yet this fiction has contributed to “legal” government censorship, “legal” government trimming of the right of free speech, and the buildup of thought justifying “legal” NSA snooping, in violation of the First, Fourth, Fifth, Ninth, Tenth, and Fourteenth Amendments, all of which are major cornerstones of American democracy. Although by 1969 the “imminent lawless action” test achieved ascendancy, given the dominance of antiterrorism ideology, our “context” remains one of permanent war.

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In a period of deepening austerity in the United States, even greater corporate dominance of politics after the Citizens United decision, and governmental paralysis in Washington (in the words of Jimmy Carter, “we do not now have a functioning democracy”), we need effective theoretical tools to analyze a mode of governance that relies upon mass surveillance and is operationalized through secret courts. This spying is a signpost of democracy lost, or at least in profound crisis. To reclaim ourselves from this situation will require an organization or movement capable of challenging intertwining state-corporate incursions.

Political society lies with the people and is invariably the source of real politics. For a new birth of freedom to prevail, we must claim democracy at a higher level. To foreclose the possibility of neofascist options, we, the people, must have a sound and progressive theory of that new birth of freedom, and perhaps a People’s Democratic Party.

 

* Gene Grabiner is SUNY Distinguished Service Professor Emeritus (email: genegrab1@verizon.net ). He was a founding member of this journal in 1974, when it was called Crime and Social Justice. This piece is a shorter version of an article that will appear on an upcoming issue of our journal.

Suzie Presente!

We are very sad to announce that yesterday (October 5, 2013) Suzie Dod Thomas, a beloved friend and founding member of the SJ Editorial Board, has passed away after a fierce battle against cancer.

Suzie has been for many years the Assistant Managing Editor for Social Justice. She was a founding member of Bay Area Women Against Rape in 1974 and worked as an organizer in the San Francisco Latin American community, first in 1977, for the Puerto Rican Organization for women, and later for quality health care in the Mission District of San Francisco. From 1976 to 1985, she was active in solidarity work with Central America and Cuba, organizing, leading, and translating for fact-finding delegations to Nicaragua and Cuba. She was also the manager and promoter for author/poet/activist Piri Thomas in his work in high schools, colleges, prisons, youth detention centers, and communities of color throughout the United States.

Suzie will be dearly missed by her family, friends, comrades, and anyone who has been inspired by her warmth, strength, and political passion. Suzie was a long-distance runner for social justice, never giving up on the struggle for a better world, and always taking principled stands against militarism, racism, sexism, and inequality. And she loved to dance and have a good time.

We remember her with the words of a poem Tony Platt wrote for her in 1988.

Leading The Way
(Suzie Dod Thomas, 1947–2013)

She has seen America from its margins.
Straddling its borders,
she could pass through
the front door
if she so chooses.
A white Puerto Rican,
A Latina gringo,
looking in,
while looking out,
holding up mirrors
for us
to
see.

She exchanged her diploma for a vision
but didn’t surrender her smarts.
A builder,
she knows construction,
how to navigate the rocks in the river,
how to steer the water
from mountain top to ocean.
She’ll swim the whole course,
leading the way,
a glint in her eye,
in her hair
an ostrich feather.

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In loving memory,
the SJ Editorial Board