Friday, November 27, 2009

How I get myself into trouble

Todo el que me conoce sabe que tengo un “love affair” con los libros desde siempre. Los libros para mi son como miembros de mi familia. Pero todo el que me conoce, realmente, sabe que tengo una campaña permanente contra la ortodoxia y la vagancia intelectual. Esto explica porque estaba en la librería La Tertulia contento y molesto a la misma vez. Me encanta el sito y sus residentes, pero detesto los visitantes habituales.

La Tertulia por razones sociológicas es un punto de encuentro para los miembros de la “izquierda” puertorriqueña. Un grupo de personas que aun cuando ideológicamente estoy mas cercano a ellos que al centro o la derecha puertorriqueña simplemente no tolero. Son pedantes. Son engreídos. Están totalmente enajenados de las realidades de Puerto Rico y del mundo en general. Básicamente viven en un espacio de ideología pura. Son realmente los peores enemigos de sus propias metas. Su exigencia de pureza por encima de pragmatismo previene que tengan ningún tipo de poder real. Lo cual probablemente no es algo malo de por si. Me da miedo pensar en los abusos que cometerían si tuviesen poder... El problema es que por su culpa muchas causas importantes que podrían avanzarse no se mueven.

Ustedes saben de quien hablo. Ese “intelectual” que se queja del tiempo que otros grupos sociales pierden pendientes en su imagen, pero a su vez esta totalmente pendiente de no tener una vestimenta que lo traicione como parte de la petite bourgeoisie.

El problema central de esta izquierda es el elitismo interminable e imperdonable con el que actúan. Todo momento es una gran oportunidad para sentirse mejor que el otro porque se tiene las posturas ideológicas correctas mientras que el otro no. Son, para permitirme un cliché, más papistas que el Papa. Sus conversaciones son absurdos compendios de prejuicios y golpes de pecho para probar quien en el grupo es el mas ortodoxo. Esto todo es realmente lo opuesto de lo que aparenta ser. La necesidad, o mejor dicho necedad, de probar que son mejores que los demás proviene de la inseguridad de que no lo son.

Esto en función de una voluntad de poder constipada. La izquierda en PR por su propio comportamiento esta fuera del poder. Entonces la única forma de ejercer poder es entre si misma. Es una especie de moral esclava como la que Nietzsche articula en "La genealogía de la moral". La inhabilidad de afectar el mundo exterior los lleva a una interioridad donde la debilidad y la piedad se convierten a fuentes de poder. Si el izquierdista no puede tener poder frente a la sociedad completa, entonces lo tendrá en su sub-grupo a base de un nuevo conjunto de valores donde la mortificación y el martirio proveen ese poder. Es entonces el más piadoso el mas poderoso. Hé ahí un envenenamiento del espíritu y por ende un envenenamiento de la metas del grupo.

Claro, yo no estoy hablando aquí ni de mi, ni de usted mi, obviamente, inteligente lector. Es de aquellos otros izquierdistas no iluminados como nosotros.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Intolerance and Meaning


For a while now I have been thinking about the multi-decade economic crisis that Puerto Rico is undergoing. People are starting to notice it now because their irresponsible behavior is starting to affect their lives – much like we don't pay attention to our diets until none of our clothes fit. This mismanagement of the Puerto Rican economy has been going on for so long that we have actually bought a whole new set of clothes multiple times. But we truly are at a point of no return. We are about to go blind from diabetes.

The next few years are going to determine what happens in Puerto Rico for the next fifty years, and if we continue business as usual the results will be dire. These moments test the values of the collective that faces them, and any time a group's values are questioned the meanings that comprise an individual's core are also questioned. The more a person identifies with a given group the more his core values will reflect the values of that group.

Recently, in a class I am teaching at the Escuela de Derecho de la Universidad de Puerto Rico, we discussed Jonathan Lear's book "Radical Hope: Ethics in the Face of Cultural Devastation." This book explores the way values are tested in a time of crisis, using the concrete example of the Native American Crow tribe.

During class we tried to use the theoretical framework provided by the book to analyze the situation in Puerto Rico. I firmly believe that what Puerto Rico is dealing with at present is analogous to what the Crow tribe faced, with some important differences.

According to Lear, one of the differences between modern societies and the Crow is that modern societies have access to the histories of other civilizations collapsing. This phenomenon is something we understand happens whereas the Crow did not. The second difference is that compared to the Crow we have more access to new ideas, values, and other modes of thought because we have more connections to other cultures.

However, in some ways as a culture we are less open than the Crow. Unlike the Crow, who had a systematic way to incorporate new insights into their culture, we actively resist new ways of doing things. In Crow society young men were sent out into nature to have a kind of mystical dream that would then be interpreted by the tribe’s elders. This knowledge would then be incorporated into the culture. In one of these dreams a boy who later became a Crow chief dreamt of the coming cataclysm that would forever change the Crow way of life. The dream instructed him to alter his basic values from those of a warrior to also include those of a learner and a listener, someone who could find his excellence in life in the process of learning from everything and everyone around him.

We have analogous systems to bring in new modes of thought to Puerto Rico. For example, it is a common practice for our society to send its young to study college in different cultures in the United States, Europe, or Latin America. However, upon return these members of our society find incredible resistance to any of the new ideas that they bring. There are rote accusations that are leveled against them. The fact that these accusations are rote slogans demonstrates a basic intolerance to different ideas and also demonstrates that this is a social phenomenon and not simply the feelings of one or two individuals. The standard accusation is that the person believes that everything in the United States is better simply because it is from the United States, if that is where the person went to study.

Why go through the process of sending our youth out to gather new ideas if we are going to reject them offhand? What is the source of this intolerance?

The source of the intolerance is precisely the fact that society as a whole is immersed in a struggle for its survival. In this struggle the basic values of the society are under fire and as a result the basic values that individuals use to measure the worth of their own lives is in crisis. Persons are in a position of ontological fragility in which their very ability to lead a worthwhile life is called into question since the values they strive for are themselves in question. The question of being right or wrong becomes the question of having a good life or having an ethically failed life. As a result, people harden their positions lest they have been living a lie and their lives become “worthless.”

We send our youth out because all societies need a way to incorporate new ideas and information, but at the same time Puerto Rican culture, unlike Crow culture, has never known a period where it was not under siege. This has led to the paradoxical situation where we send out for new information, necessary for the continued survival of the culture, but we block said culture from entering the system.

Obviously new culture penetrates the barrier, otherwise I would not be able to write what I am writing in the language I am writing it in. Nevertheless, this barrier exists and prevents any new ideas that may undermine the system from being incorporated. The more central the idea is to the culture the stronger will be the mechanism in its defense.

It is ironic and poignant this idea of intolerance that brought about the most egregious breakdown in civility I have witnessed in an academic setting. While discussing Lear’s text I mentioned this notion of the increase of intolerance based on the danger faced by the society. I mentioned that this increase in intolerance was manifest in the recent protests to Law 7 and in particular to the government layoffs. My students forcefully disagreed. However, I did not want to let the point go so I proposed that even the slogans used by the protesters showed an unreflective intolerance. Specifically, I pointed to the slogan: “que la crisis la paguen los ricos.” Which roughly translates as “let the rich pay for the crisis,” or “the rich should/must pay for the crisis.”
As many forms of intolerance this slogan is just that a slogan. It does not survive close scrutiny. What exactly does the slogan mean? That we should confiscate all property from rich people to balance the budget? That we should increase their taxes to the point where it pays for all the government? Clearly these actions would violate myriad constitutional rights, and more likely than not these actions would fail to solve the short term problem and would exacerbate the long term one.

It is after saying this that the perfect performance of the denied intolerance took place. Here is where an otherwise intelligent and thoughtful student lost it. The student began to yell at me that the slogan was not empty that it had real meaning and was the correct way to solve the problems. I then asked the student to articulate what the slogan meant, but instead of doing this the student continued yelling that the slogan was an acceptable statement and that its meaning was clearly true.

The slogan is no more meaningful than any from Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, but someone is willing to fight for it because through a combination of repetition, transference, and projection, the slogan, in no way more meaningful now than before, has become the repository of hopes and emotions. The slogan has become a line in the sand that marks a space where the enemy cannot be allowed to pass, because any encroachment past that line threatens the complex web of meanings of the society and its way of life. This in turn threatens the cohesiveness of the individual’s own set of meanings. It threatens the very value of the individual’s life.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Burst (Where the Wild Things Are)

So last night Alex, Lulu, and I had dinner with my mom, or Abu as Lulu calls her, and then went to watch "Where the Wild Things Are" over to the Fine Arts Cafe.  I found it odd that the movie was showing there since is a movie based on a children's book.  "Maybe not enough people know the book in PR," I figured.  Oh boy, was that not a children's movie.  It was slow as molasses and the entire movie was shot in the style of an existential French drama.

Why did Spike Jonze feel the need to hide this story about depression, loss, family strife, and the pure pain of growing up hiding behind what was  the mostly uplifting story of a boy with an overactive imagination?  I felt cheated.  I didn't go to watch "Where the Wild Things Are" to get a look into Spike Jonze's soul.  I wanted to watch a movie about the book I have read my son and daughter before they go to sleep.  I wanted to share that with Lulu (since her brother was away with his other grandmother in California). Now instead I feel like I need to take a shower in Paxil, Xanax, and Zoloft.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Carrot and Stick: 11/18/2009

Today I'm introducing a new series, called Carrot and Stick, to my posts here on La Acera.

"Carrot and stick (also "carrot or stick") is an idiom that refers to a policy of offering a combination of rewards and punishment to induce behavior." (from wikipedia, of course)

So I will give a carrot to those who are good and nice and stick to those who are bad and nasty, all as defined by me.

Today's inaugural stick goes to Camille's Sidewalk Café in Condado. I went there today at around noon and wanted to order a Vegetarian Zenergy Sunrise Natu-Wrap and as soon as the guy at the register rang it the other employee informed him that it was a "breakfast" item and I couldn't have it. Mind you nowhere in the entire place does it state the breakfast hours. So Alex said that to them and they said breakfast is until 11:30. I pleaded our case but all we got was a nasty tone and some serious attitude from them. What is it with the service sector in PR and not being able to deal with pleasing customers? It is almost as if they get some perverse pleasure out of annoying and frustrating you. It really is a culture of "no."

I was so annoyed that I simply left the place. I refuse to give any money to establishments that take that kind of attitude with customers. What makes this so ridiculous is that I have ordered that same item on multiple occasions late in the afternoon at the Camille's in Old San Juan. Thus, the carrot of the day goes to the nice lady that runs the Camille's Sidewalk Café in Old San Juan.

Stick: Camille's Sidewalk Café in Condado
Carrot: Camille's Sidewalk Café in Old San Juan

Monday, November 16, 2009

En la acera estamos cara a cara.

I.
acera.
(De hacera).

1. f. Orilla de la calle o de otra vía pública, generalmente enlosada, sita junto al paramento de las casas, y particularmente destinada para el tránsito de la gente que va a pie.
2. f. Fila de casas que hay a cada lado de la calle o plaza.
3. f. Arq. Cada una de las piedras con que se forman los paramentos de un muro.
4. f. Arq. Paramento de un muro.
la ~ de enfrente, o la otra ~.
1. f. coloqs. Bando, grupo o partido contrarios al de una persona.
ser un hombre de la ~ de enfrente, o de la otra ~.
1. locs. verbs. coloqs. Ser homosexual.

II.
hacera.
(De facera).

1. f. acera.

III.
facero, ra.
(Del lat. *faciarĭus, de facĭes, cara).

1. adj. Nav. Perteneciente o relativo a la facería.
2. adj. ant. fronterizo.
3. f. p. us. acera (‖ fila de casas a cada lado de una calle).

Friday, November 13, 2009

Preocupaciones Urbanas

Un(a) ciudadan(o/a) commenta o pregunta:

"[P]or que es que cuando municipio de San Juan invierte en el remozamieto de las aceras y la actualización de los letreros de las calles, no se toman en tiempo de verificar que estan escribiendo los nombres correctamente. Puedo dar dos ejemplos... ...[la] calle Waymouth ahora es Waymuth y la calle Lucchetti ahora es Luchetti."

¿Alguien por ahí tiene alguna respuesta a (o comentario sobre) esta intrigante?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Bursts (Burst #1: Fortuño A.K.A. Flojuño?)

Hi,

I've been quiet here for too long. I blame my proclivity towards paralysis when faced with the possibility that my writing will be judged by others and as a result I will be judged by others. As a result I always want everything to be perfect. But it is pretty much guaranteed that the perfect will kill the good. So rather than continue prolonging my next post let me write, in short bursts, some of the ideas I've been toying with since my last post. Each was probably going to be its own long post but I rather get them out quickly than to keep them under wraps to make them more perfect and end up not posting anything. Here is the first such burst:

1) Flojuño

Bueno voy a empezar aclarando, por si acaso hay duda, que yo no voté por Fortuño, y no pienso votar por el en las próximas elecciones, si es candidato. Sin embargo, quiero argumentar que ese apodo que se le da a el gobernador estos días, Flojuño, no solo es falso pero ademas es nocivo a esos mismos que le dan el apodo. Entonces he aquí la tesis: Flojuño de flojo no tiene na’.

Ya puedo escuchar las voces de muchos conocidos: “Claro que es un flojo, mirale nada mas la cara que tiene. Si hasta se parece a Milhouse de los Simpsons.” Hé exactamente ahí el error; Fortuño no es un flojo lo que pasa con el es que tiene una cara de pendejo bien administrada. El pone la cara de pendejo para salirse con la suya. Lo cual hasta ahora le ha funcionado increíblemente bien.

Fortuño acaba de hacer algo que ningún gobernador anterior había hecho pero que todos sabían que había que hacer, empezó el proceso de reducir la nomina del gobierno. Todos habían tenido miedo de hacerlo por las consecuencias políticas. Fortuño simplemente fue y lo hizo. Eso demuestra tener más no menos fortitud que la de los gobernadores pasados.

Después de que tomó la decisión hubo un “gran” paro donde mucha gente gritó, quemaron gomas en el expreso, y hasta exageraron el numero de manifestantes. ¿Pero que pasó después del paro? Nada. Fortuño se metió el paro en el bolsillo y siguió caminando.

Entonces, ¿como es que un líder que hace lo otros no hicieron pero querían hacer y que lo hace sin realmente sufrir el daño político devastador que los otros temían es tildado de “flojo”?

La respuesta es sencilla. Fortuño no es Santini. Fortuño no es Romero, ni Rosselló. ¿Que significa esto? En Puerto Rico hay una regla cultural de que el mas fuerte, por ende menos flojo, es el que mas grita, el que se cuadra y balbucea y usa malas palabras. Cuando Rosselló le sacó la lengua en el medio de un debate a Melo el no perdió votos por inmaduro. No, él ganó más votos por actuar como zahorria. Fortuño nunca le ha gritado a nadie. No ha insultado de cabrón ni mamabicho a un policía en un a redada. Por eso es un "flojo".

La “flojera” de Fortuño deja saber más sobre Puerto Rico y los “valores” culturales que lo tienen en crisis que sobre Fortuño.