3/22/08

A More Perfect Union

"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union."

Earlier this week, Barack Obama delivered an monumental speech about race in America. I had heard about the speech the day before it was given, so I eagerly anticipated hearing the Senator's thoughts about this important topic. Tuesday morning, I scanned CNN's website and found the transcript of the speech. Even though it was seven pages long, I couldn't put it down. Barack Obama touched upon the spoken and unspoken divide that exists within our country and he made each of us look ourselves squarely in the mirror to examine our own feelings about race.

Much of controversy prompting the speech centered on the former pastor from the senator's church. On YouTube, you can find Rev. Wright delivering a passionate, and divisive sermon about the state of country. His comments were mean, angry, and should not be tolerated. Obama addressed the issue head-on and denounced the hateful comments spoken by his friend. Still, he didn't simply throw his friend under the bus as a Hate Monger or a bigot, rather he asked each of to examine our prejudices when it comes to race and to discuss the stereotypes that affect our country so deeply.

Here's a great segment of the speech that truly echoes thoughts I've heard expressed or felt by others:

The fact that so many people are surprised to hear that anger in some of Reverend Wright's sermons simply reminds us of the old truism that the most segregated hour in American life occurs on Sunday morning. That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely facing our own complicity in our condition, and prevents the African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful; and to simply wish it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races.

In fact, a similar anger exists within segments of the white community. Most working- and middle-class white Americans don't feel that they have been particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant experience - as far as they're concerned, no one's handed them anything, they've built it from scratch. They've worked hard all their lives, many times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pension dumped after a lifetime of labor. They are anxious about their futures, and feel their dreams slipping away; in an era of stagnant wages and global competition, opportunity comes to be seen as a zero sum game, in which your dreams come at my expense. So when they are told to bus their children to a school across town; when they hear that an African American is getting an advantage in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice that they themselves never committed; when they're told that their fears about crime in urban neighborhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds over time.

Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren't always expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism.

Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class squeeze - a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable accounting practices, and short-term greed; a Washington dominated by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing they are grounded in legitimate concerns - this too widens the racial divide, and blocks the path to understanding.


Whether it is the outward anger of African Americans at past injustices or the quiet slights felt by many Caucasians, everyone has their own opinions of race in our country. I know the speech has caused me to reflect upon my ideas and the way in which I perceive race in my life. Barack Obama may not win any votes because of this speech, but he opened a discussion long over due in our country. We need to put to rest old prejudices and bring our country together in a new union, a more perfect union.

To watch or read the speech click here.

3/21/08

Mad at Work

Ok, so I'm not really mad. Rather, I'm enjoying the madness while sitting at my desk. CBSsportsline has a live feed from all the games today and I have it running in the background from my computer. Here's a great example of recognizing your target audience. Just in case the boss walks by, you're only a click away from safety.


Upon clicking the "Boss Button" your Internet browser immediately trasforms into an excel spreadsheet containing all kinds of useful data. The boss is satisfied and so are you. Too classic - if only there was a tool to help me pick my brackets better.....

3/20/08

Sneak Attack


It's 2 in the morning and you're up with your child trying to calm him back to sleep. Without warning you see a shadow cross in front of your house and see the door knob turn to the right. Sound like a bad ADT commercial, wrong. This was Tara's reality early Monday morning.

Alex was crying and so Tara got out of bed and went in to help him back down to sleep. As she walked down the hallway to the kitchen, she saw someone walk up to our door and the person attempted to come into our house. Of course she screamed, yelling for me to get up and stop the would be intruder. Unfortunately, I was out - too asleep to hear her calling my name.

Tara ran up to the door and held the lock, preventing the person from opening the door. After a few futile attempts at entry the intruder walked away from the door and Tara rushed to find two things: the phone (to call the police) and a knife (in case the person tried again to get in).

While on the phone with emergency Tara again yelled my name and this time I popped out of bed.

"What's going on?"

"Someone's outside trying to break into the house. I'm on the phone with the police."

I went up to the blinds in our bedroom and prepared to engage the stranger outside. I figured it was someone trying to break into our cars. If I simply yelled at them I was sure they would bolt. So I opened the blinds slightly to see the criminal and it was my MOTHER!!!!

"Tara, hang up the phone. It's my mom."

"What? What's she doing here?"

I went outside and calmly asked my mom why she was at my house at 2:15 am. She said that she had brought home a present from her trip to NY and she wanted to leave it for the kids. I guess it couldn't wait til morning...

A minute later the ordeal was over. No one was arrested, no one was stabbed. Today I can actually look back on it and laugh. Still, I can't believe we almost went toe to toe with an invader that turned out to be my mom. I guess the t-shirts were worth the scare, but this has to be the post of the year...

3/19/08

A Little Bit of Madness

Over the past couple of years Tara and I have had a friendly little contest surrounding the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament. To ensure we have a fair (and fun) time checking the winners I publish our brackets for all to see. So, here you have it - Ten Years of Glory (Jared) and Girl Power (Tara). Fill out your brackets and let's see how you measure up...

Tara


Jared

3/16/08

Guitar Hero?

Ever since we bought the wii in December our game of choice has to be Guitar Hero. I'd say that we played quite a bit over the past couple of months and while I've gotten a little better, Tara is quickly moving up the ranks to Guitar Hero stardom. This brings us last night. It appears we're not the only ones in the Ward who've become addicted to this little game. Most of the younger couples are also closet GH fans so we held the first annual Guitar Hero championships for the Cottonwood 4th Ward.

The rules were simple: the contest would be set up in a March Madness style bracket with match ups chosen at random. Contestants would need to play according to skill level and the lesser player would select the song. I don't know how this happened, but I drew one the #1 seeds and was forced out of the contest in the first round. Still, I feel pretty good about things because I played the song on Hard and only lost by 4 percent. Small victory I know.

Tara, on the other hand was one of the ringers in the bracket. She cruised through the first two rounds and into the semis where she lost in a major upset. Tara had a great night and I really think she was one of the better players - in fact, she was one of the only ones to play on Hard the entire night.

Even if neither of us came away with the Pop Rocks or Symphony bar (prizes for the winners) both of us had a great time and it was fun to hang out with some of the other couples in the neighborhood. I know I'll be practicing up for the next contest, and hopefully, I'll get a little better draw - someone like Bree ;)