A funny thing happened on the way to the airport 21/05/2008
Posted by dlatman in African American, Graffiti, art, love, nc, time, travel, u.s., youth.2 comments
I was driving down N. Alston Avenue in Durham last week on my way to the airport, when I got rear-ended by a kid. (It wasn’t totally his fault, I had stopped short, but don’t tell that to the insurance company.) I had the opportunity to experience unequal treatment from a police officer who was so nice to me, and treated this young black man like a criminal.
After a series of unfortunate events, I missed my flight and was able to drive back down N. Alston again towards home, when I stopped and saw this mural. It’s located on the side of Los Primos SuperMarket on the corner of N. Alston and Main Street. I went in and bought a Mexican soda, and got to say hi to some nice people walking down the street.
Thanks, kid, for making me stop and take the time. Thanks to my sturdy 1988 Volvo station wagon for keeping me safe. Thanks officer, for reminding me how unfair life can be. Thanks Los Primos SuperMarket, for having an awesome mural, carrying good soda and having friendly and helpful employees. Thanks to everyone on N. Alston Ave. who said hello to me even though it was probably weird to see a strange girl taking pictures on your street. Thanks Durham, for having a heart.
paso mi tiempo 14/05/2008
Posted by dlatman in African American, Graffiti, Spain, art, u.s., youth.add a comment
Making / things that I break / to fix them / and break them again / I pass my time
photo taken 2006 in Granada, Spain from a moving car
Yesterday I watched this Frontline documentary about kids getting life imprisonment. According to the website, “the United States is one of the only countries in the world that allows children under 18 to be sentenced to life without parole.” This topic has interested me ever since learning that my current state of residence, NC, has sentenced children ages 13 and 14 to life imprisonment. Youth can be tried as adults in every state in the union, and over 2300 people are serving life imprisonment without parole, for crimes they committed under the age of 18.
Some other relevant information that highlights the inadequacy of punishing children with life in jail:
– Youth lack adult capabilities: kids brains aren’t as developed as adult’s brains, particularly in areas related to impulse control, risk assessment and moral reasoning.
– Racial/Class Bias: black youth arrested for murder are significantly more likely to be sentenced to life without parole than white youth arrested for the same crime. White youth are more likely than black youth to hire private counsel.
– Cycles of Abuse: youth imprisoned for life are frequently victims of parental neglect and abuse.
– Prison Rape: youth placed in adult penitentiaries are frequent targets of rape by older inmates.
This information is particularly striking when considering that three NC death row inmates have been freed within the past six months, with judges citing inadequate evidence and flaws in their defense. Today the NC General Assembly held a special hearing on the death penalty (we currently have an unofficial moratorium on all executions).
If these adults have been represented improperly, what’s the likelihood that children serving life sentences have been as well? I hate to think of the wasted potential of so many children… just passing time.
Need Advil 09/05/2008
Posted by dlatman in Collage, art, feminism, literature, nature, women.5 comments
Collage made from construction paper, pictures from magazines ( BUST and a Target circular), and plastic sanitary pad packaging; inspired by premenstrual rage and cramps.
It’s that time of the month where I feel like ripping people’s faces off. I want to lock myself in my room, eating chocolate and watching romantic comedies and/or Frontline documentaries. Popping Advil and other painkillers as necessary.
Yes, I love my period as much as any gal. It can be painful and emotionally wrenching, but also kind of nice to have a reminder that your body is working the way it’s supposed to. Plus, didn’t you know that menstruation created the world?
Sometimes I long for a Red Tent right here and now. Others, I feel really lucky to have a room, chocolate, and various forms of entertainment to retreat to during this special yet annoying time. It’s actually kind of perfect.
pig x-ing 03/05/2008
Posted by dlatman in African American, Graffiti, Jewish, history, nc, ny, u.s., youth.add a comment
Stencil found outside Carrboro, NC police department parking lot. Interestingly, this stencil was up for several months before being scrubbed off recently.
No, I’m not actually advocating running over cops, and I don’t think they’re all pigs. They’re human beings doing their jobs. Sometimes I feel safer when police are around, for example directing traffic late at night. My criticism is not with all individual police officers, but a system that enables police misconduct and police brutality. My beef is with police who abuse their power.
The three members of the NYPD who shot and killed Sean Bell in 2006 were acquitted last week. Despite over 50 witnesses who saw the undercover officers shoot Bell 50 times, the judge found them not guilty. Among the many disturbing elements of this case, a few stand out to me:
1) The excessive use of force. Why did one officer reload his gun, shooting Bell over 30 times? Properly trained officers should only need one well-aimed shot to critically injure a suspect.
2) The police were undercover, and approached Bell’s car with a gun. If someone wearing civilian clothes approached you with a gun, wouldn’t you try to get away as quickly as possible?
3) According to an editorial in The New York Times, “undercover officers said that they stayed within the allowed limit of two alcoholic beverages, but they were not tested.” I was unaware that police can drink on the job. Alcohol impairs judgment and diminishes performance, which leads most employers to forbid drinking at work. Why is the police department any different? Perhaps a drink may be helpful during certain undercover operations, but why were no breathalyser tests performed, as they would be on any alleged violent offender found outside a bar?
4) All three officers are still employed by the NYPD and, according to another article, “are all eager to get back to regular police work.” How can New Yorkers be assured that the officers will not behave similarly in the future?
This case bears chilling resemblance to the 1999 shooting death of West African immigrant Amadou Diallou by four members of the NYPD. Police officers shot Diallo 41 times while he stood on his stoop, and were later acquitted of all charges. Shortly after the verdict, two more young unarmed black men were killed by the NYPD: Patrick Dorismond was fatally shot by an undercover narcotics officer, and Malcolm Ferguson was killed by an undercover officer during a drug bust in the Bronx. None of these police officers were ever charged with or found guilty of any crimes.
Then-police commissioner Howard Safir was widely criticized for mismanagement, while then-mayor Rudolph Giuliani’s Street Crime Unit (responsible for most of these incidents of police brutality) was eventually disbanded. Please note that both men developed prostate cancer shortly after this wave of police violence, which curtailed their immediate career advancement. Safir stepped down from his position as commissioner, while Giuliani, in circumstances that would be repeated nearly eight years later, dropped out of the 2000 race for Senate against Hillary Clinton. Interestingly, some members of the Haitian voodoo community claimed responsibility for their illnesses.
The moral of this story? Methinks we need a little voodoo magic back in NY.
I wrote this in 2001 and it’s still relevant. Especially the last line: “no one is expendable.”




