12.29.2016

Racial Segregation in Baltimore and Beyond


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Many years ago, when I first moved to Baltimore, I was walking back to the house we had just bought on Wickford Road.  It is a block filled with Tudor-style houses, all built around 1930. I doubt if they were called town houses when they were built, much less townhomes, but that's what we'd  call them today.   Each of the large structures consists of two peaked-roofed end units wtih two smaller dwellings in between.   The section of Baltimore where we live, with the exception of my family, is  an exclusively white neighborhood, an upper-middle class section of the city, adjacent to the far wealthier neighborhoods of Guilford and Roland Park, to the west and north of us, adjacent to the less wealthy sections of Hampden and Medfield, to the south and west.  All these neighborhoods are, you guessed it, white.  (The city as a whole is over 60% African American.) Approaching our house from the other side of the street, I noticed a car had stopped in front of me, as I was about to cross over.  A young man rolled down the driver's side window and asked me the following question, "My wife and I are thinking of buying a house in this neighborhood.  Could you tell me if any blacks live around here?"  "See that house across the street?" I said, pointing to an end unit easily visible through the windshield.  "A black person lives there."  Before waiting for a response, I added, "By the way, I live in that house as well."  He drove off without saying another word.


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"Blacks should be quarantined in isolated slums in order to reduce the incidence of civil disturbance, to prevent the spread of communicable disease into the nearby White neighborhoods, and to protect property values of the White neighborhoods."

Who said that?  Some crackpot fanatic?  David Duke?  A member of the Alt-Right?

No, it was the Mayor of Baltimore, with the full support of the city council and the vast majority of Baltimore's white residents.  '

The time was the early part of the past century.  In 1910, a Yale-educated lawyer had the temerity to "pollute" a wealthy Baltimore neighborhood by moving into it.  The Mount Vernon area of Baltimore was the most exclusive Baltimore neighborhood at the time; at various times, the Cone sisters, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Henry James and the Duchess of Windsor all lived there.  The inhabitants were outraged at the possibility of integration; they demanded action.  They got it.  A law was passed that if a block was 50% or more white, no black could live there, similarly, if a block was 50% or more African American, it would be illegal for a white to live there.  The mayor got his wish.  Baltimore, already segregated, became even more segregated.

Worse: The New-Deal era Federal Housing Administration was set up to foster home ownership--to whites.  The law from 1934-1968 forbade the provision of mortgages to blacks.  Blacks could only purchase a house through the so-called "contract system."  The methods devised by these white loan sharks were truly despicable. The cost of a house financed through the contract system was outrageously high.  The loans were not amortized, so if one payment was missed, the house would be repossessed and "flipped" to another black family.  Many African-American families worked several jobs in the desperate effort to meet payments.  They were forced to sublet.  They could not afford repairs.  The black neighborhoods soon devolved into ghettos.  During this entire period, African-Americans were unable to amass wealth from property values, the root of the vast discrepancy between black and white wealth to this day.

In short, federal, state, and local policies are responsible for deliberately creating every poor black neighborhood in Baltimore.

"They're lazy." "They don't want to work." "They're violent." "They have lots of children and live off welfare," etc.  These views and others like them, are nothing more than variations of the heinous words the mayor of Baltimore said so long ago.


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In 1967, Lyndon Johnson appointed the Kerner Commission to determine the cause of the recent urban riots.  It asserted that, "Our nation is moving toward two societies one black, one white--separate and unequal."  New legislation was passed to counter this trend. After 1968, bureaucrats by law could no longer red-line districts.  (Previously, they had actually colored in red, black neighborhoods on their maps, so their racism could be performed in a more efficient manner.) The Fair Housing Act of 1968, however, designed to break down patterns of racial and local segregation, had done much good but has done little to counter segregation.  Nearly all subsidized housing occurred in poor neighborhoods, where poor schools, dreadful transportation, and lack of jobs continued to be rampant.  A recent Harvard study demonstrated that when poor people move into better neighborhoods, their children are much more likely to attend college, and better colleges.

Recently, the Obama administration took the Fair Housing goal of "affirmatively furthering" integration more seriously. Julian Castro, the current head of HUD,  has proposed that sums provided for housing vouchers would vary by zip code, and that any landlord who was a recipient of federal funds could not refuse housing vouchers.  Thus, voucher recipients of poor communities would get more support if they moved to an area where rent was higher.  There would also be "mobility counselors" to encourage moves to the suburbs.  HUD would supply states with neighborhood maps designed to increase integration.  Castro viewed these measures as essential, since the Fair Housing Act goal of integration was not being implemented.

This was the first significant attempt to integrate neighborhoods in a long time.



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Edward J. Pinto, a housing specialist of the conservative American Enterprise Institute has this to say about the new measure: "This is just the latest attempt by HUD to social engineer the American people...The goal is to get the suburbs to look like the cities.  It's presumptuous of HUD to think that someone in Washington D.C. should decide all this."

Conservatives always want smaller government.  I, however, contend that government should be as small as necessary.  If the majority had been fair to minorities during the course of American history; if they hadn't actively "socially engineered" segregation and black poverty, no intervention by the government would be necessary.  Government intervention, often clumsy, should always be the last resort. If you want small government, America, be fair. The treatment of fellow Americans who are black has been abominable; two of its legacies, segregation and poverty, is so widely accepted that it is thought by many to be the natural order of things.  It is obvious to any fair-minded person that they are not.

If the country had acted according to the Golden Rule, no rules and regulations would be necessary. The only solution to the race problem in America is integration.  Many cities across America, Baltimore among them, are more segregated than ever. Something needs to be done.



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Two coveys of ants,
each color in its own Pompeii--
The volcano wakes


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The President-elect has nominated Ben Carson as head of H.U.D., replacing Julian Castro.

Dr. Carson, as everyone knows, is a retired neurosurgeon.  When I worked with the Johns Hopkins Community Services, I referred many patients to him.  One of my patients had a benign brain tumor, which Dr. Carson successfully removed.  His parents named their next child Carson.

One day, while my son was an elementary-school student, he came home from school elated.  He had just heard Dr. Carson give a talk at his school.  "He was great!" my son  beamed.  "I didn't know black people could become doctors."  (My son was the only black student in his class.)  He admired Dr. Carson very much.

His enthusiasm has long since waned. along with mine.  Oh, Dr. Carson, you should have left well enough alone!

He believes being gay is a choice.  He does not believe in evolution.  He believes that "political correctness" has stopped conservative politicians for "saying it like it is."  Is there no such thing as truth?

In a July 23rd 2015 editorial in the Washington Times, he wrote the following:

"To be fair, white flight was not exclusively the consequence of forced integration policies.  Other private and public housing policies such as redlining, restrictive covenants, discriminatory steering by real estate agents and restricted access to private capital--all attempts at social engineering--(my italics)--exacerbated the suburban segregation in the 1970s and '80s."


"...These rules, (Obama's new regulations), come on the Supreme Court decision narrowly upholding the use of "disparate impact" analysis in determining whether municipal housing policies have a racially discriminatory effect, whether intended or not."

"These government-engineered attempts to legislate racial equality create consequences that often make matters worse...entrusting the government to get it right can prove downright dangerous."

Dr. Carson, the neighborhood structure of the United States, did not arise by accident.  Whether a given municipality has a discriminatory intention doesn't matter.  The very existence of exclusively white neighborhoods is the product of discrimination, whether those living there acknowledge this or not.

Dr. Carson, your equating years of severe and deliberate racial segregation by white society and by the federal government with President Obama's measured means to help correct it is abominable.  In your mind, both are examples of social engineering--as if they were morally equivalent!

Black students were denied access to integrated schools and universities for generations.  Integration did not come about voluntarily.  Was Brown vs. Board of Education just another heinous example of social engineering?

The two great problems in the United States, racism and economic inequality, are intolerable.    If politicians and those who elect them  don't like government intervention,  they should be making significant progress in creating a society in which  such intervention is not needed. The lava of racism continues to flow. Something needs to be done!

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If not now, when?

12.18.2016

Sea Turtles and Democracy


1. The Green Sea Turtles


The highlight of our recent trip to Costa Rica, (December, 2016), was a visit to Tortuguero State Park, situated on the Caribbean coast of the country.  “Tortuguero” literally means “turtle catcher”; the term refers to the days when hired locals would turn over the giant turtles onto their backs, where they helplessly remained until Spaniards came and killed them.  

An adult sea turtle weighs up to 1500 lbs; an average adult yields 75 lbs of meat. They're called green sea turtles because their flesh is green, due to the color of the vegetation they eat.  Their eggs were a  delicacy once, and in some places of the world, they probably –and mostly illegally—still are. Once in danger of extinction, sea turtles, thanks to the work of dedicated conservationists, are a protected species in most countries where they are present.  With continued vigilance, sea turtles will still be around to delight future generations of their very distant relatives, us.

Wise Costa Rican politicians (there were many horribly unwise ones as well in the history of this small Central American nation) have designated thirty percent of the country's land mass as national parks, a percentage that ranks among the highest in the world.  (An amazing fact: this land, the size of the U.S. state of West Virginia, is a very tiny fraction of the total land mass of the world; nevertheless it contains 5% of the world’s biological diversity).

Although Tortuguero is only 86 kilometers from our starting point, San José, the capital, it took us, counting breaks for breakfast and lunch, just about the whole day to get there.  There are no highways in Costa Rica; there isn’t even a direct route to the park: the  main roads zigzag across the country and thus make only slow progress in either the northern or southern direction.  In addition, about half of the route from San José to Tortuguero has to be covered by boat.

The beautiful, pristine beaches of Tortuguero State Park constitute  an important area in the life cycle of green sea turtles.  Every month, female sea turtles return to the same place where they were born—how they manage to do this is a mystery, at least to me.  Once on land, they dig a hole in the sand in which they lay about 120 eggs.  (August is the peak month of their nesting in Tortuguero; we didn’t see any adult turtles during our December visit.)  The eggs hatch two months later.



The local population of humans has learned that they can  make more money from tourism than they would from slaughtering sea turtles or from robbing their nests of its eggs.  Our guide works with a young man who takes tourists to nesting sites.  He knows knows where the ones with mature eggs lie.  He does this for ten dollars per head, which we—at least most of us—willingly paid.  (You know what he’d be doing if he couldn't make a profit in an ecological way.)  

After we agreed to hire him, he poured water over a nesting site; this simple procedure causes mature eggs to hatch.  By the time we got to the beach, scores of little critters were scurrying toward the ocean, a few hundred meters beyond the site of their birth.

Life isn’t easy for sea turtles. Only about one per brood makes it to adulthood.   While we watched them—it is not easy to hurry towards water when one’s means of locomotion is a pair of tiny flippers—vultures circled overhead.  None of them swooped down to snatch them—they, of course, feared more than hunger the most vicious predator of all, human beings.  With much effort,  the baby turtles eventually reached the sea.  We saw some being whacked back to shore by waves; none of these setbacks was permanent, however.  Every one reached the ocean, then quickly disappeared into it.  This is a photo I took of one, about halfway in its struggle to come to the end of dry sand: 





Their trials don’t end once they reach the liquid environment in which all life on Earth began.  Crabs and fish await them.  I hope the one in the photo is still alive!

As many of you know, we now live in the epoch called The Anthopocene Age, in which human beings, for the first time in natural history, are able to significantly alter the environment.    In this age of mass extinction, which began around 1950, turtles still must face the most vicious predator of all.  Human beings kill them in various ways, mostly indirectly now.  Some of these amazing reptiles get trapped in fishing nets; others become sick from  pollution. There is, for instance, a swirling mess the size of Texas in the Pacific Ocean; the mess consists entirely of garbage.  Plastic does not degrade.  Many sea turtles, mistaking balls of plastic for jelly fish, die a slow death after swallowing  a meal of shimmering, diaphanous, unnatural junk.

All human beings, of course, are not vicious predators.  The majority of nesting areas throughout the world are now protected sites.  Many natural scientists continue to dedicate their lives to studying these sublime creatures, with the goal that they thrive, or at least don’t become extinct.  They are apparently succeeding.

(If I had my way, I would let natural predators have their way as well. I believe vultures should be vultures, crabs should be crabs and fish should be fish. When humans act like vultures, crabs, or fish, however, that is another matter.)

Back in the United States, I am filled with joy whenever these magnificent creatures swim about freely in the oceans of my mind.  (There is garbage there also, but I’m doing my best to remove it.  I wish everyone worked as hard to remove outer pollution as well.)


2.  An American Nightmare

I am a poet, images and music are my business.  It’s thus not surprising that I wrote many haiku in Costa Rica, even though I hardly ever write haiku.  The images of all the live wonders I saw there—sea otters, a rare chestnut-bellied heron, jacaras, caimans, iguanas, etc., seemed to me to be almost demanding to be captured and preserved in haiku.  To each his own: while my fellow tourists took pictures, I wrote poems—fourteen of them, in fact, during the course of our stay.  One of them, as you may have surmised, has baby sea turtles as its subject:

Birds of prey above;
Hatchlings scurry toward the sea—
Crabs and fish ahead.

Life is precious as it is precarious.  The best human institutions can become extinct as well, a horrifying thought. The fragility of existence, especially of human existence, more than now and then weighs heavily on my mind.

One night, after our return, I had a nightmare.  I saw a giant sea turtle, which, in my dream, represented American democracy.  I have always thought, although it lumbered clumsily toward its goal and got stuck sometimes, that our giant democracy was invincible. Yes, it could be injured and had many scars from wounds of the past, which were mostly self-inflicted--It was, however, far too big and strong to be killed.  Suddenly, the huge turtle behind my closed lids transformed into a newborn, faced with a gauntlet of creatures ready to devour it. For the first time in my life, I realized that democracy in my country was in serious danger, threatened by a demagogic vulture, corporate crabs and a sea full of ignorant fish.

As I woke up, this haiku came to mind:

Democracy must
Struggle toward equality—
Vultures overhead.


It’s a bad haiku, but, unfortunately for all of us, it is also distressingly true.