We were intrigued with food writer Clarissa Wei’s review of a new Communist-themed restaurant in a December edition of the LA Weekly. The restaurant is located in the San Gabriel Valley of Los Angeles, which is predominately Chinese. We wondered who had the gall to actually open a restaurant with communist propaganda when many of the citizens who reside in the area escaped persecution from the Communist regime to seek a better life in America? Read more...
Another day, another racist incident on a college campus. So depressing. These are young people, who should be full of idealism and hope and a sense of community, not hate and division.
So I come across the latest report of some ugly racist thread circulating in Western Washington University in Bellingham – the article didn’t spell out what, exactly, was said on Yik Yak (man, I can barely keep up with Snapchat, Instagram, Grindr, and I just heard about a fight club site called Brawlr) – but I don’t need to know the specifics. I’d wager some group of white kids was taunting and threatening black kids, give or take.
Reading university president Bruce Shepard’s response, I admit it’s a pretty easy wager to make:
“I need to be very clear here: we are not talking the merely insulting, rude, offensive commentary that trolls and various other lowlifes seem free to spew, willy nilly, although there has been plenty of that, too. No, this was hate speech.” Read more...
I never even got their name. I was driving home from work the other day, when, at a stop light, I heard a sound. A familiar sound. A sound that made me bop my head back and forth in the car. I turned down the radio. The song was coming from somewhere outside. I couldn’t quite place it at first. I rolled down my window. Oh yeah, no doubt about it.
Somebody was butchering Michael Jackson’s “Wanna Be Startin’ Something.”
Figuring out that this old Key and Peele sketch is hilarious was the easy part. I laughed, and everyone I’ve shared it with has, too. Figuring out whether it was racist or not? Not so much. I would love to know what black people think of it.
It is an extremely clever take on a sensitive subject: exotic African American names. They’re most prominent with pro athletes – Za’Darius, Jacquizz, Kentavious, D’Qwell – all first names of NFL players.
So when comedian Margaret Cho made an appearance during tonight’s Golden Globes ceremony as a North Korean film journalist/Army General, it was bound to elicit some negative response. And sure enough, social media did not disappoint with reactions like these:
This is Larry Furukawa’s birth certificate from 1952. He recently shared it with his fellow peers at Digital Histories, a filmmaking workshop that teaches senior citizens skills to make their own short films. It’s an ongoing program that Visual Communications has been involved with for a number of years.
Back to Larry’s birth certificate: Yep, it lists “Yellow” as a color of race for his birth parents. It’s pretty surreal to see that listed on an official government. Ahh, the 1950s, the land of Ozzie and Harriet and Leave it to Beaver and when Asians were designated as “Yellow,” with the rest of the colored people, by the U.S. government. Read more...
Ah, Little Saigon politics. According to the OC Weekly, Garden Grove Mayor Bruce Broadwater’s campaign has sent the most laughable mailer ever, attacking opponent Bao Nguyen.
Pandering to the Vietnamese voter base has been way simple for a long time. In danger of losing your election? Just say he’s a commie! Or you hate commies more than he does!
And here’s the latest example from Little Saigon: an attack mailer targeted at Garden Grove mayoral candidate (and current school trustee) Bao Nguyen paid for by a committee tied to the city’s mayor, Bruce Broadwater. The smear campaign mailer is in Vietnamese, in the Garden Grove/Westminster area, which has the largest Vietnamese community outside of Vietnam:
I went for the vinyl, I stayed for the awesomeness.
The Oakland Museum of California is having an exhibit on vinyl records, so naturally I had to go and compare my collection to theirs. That show turned out to be a bit of a bust for me, but right next to it, ten steps away in another wing of the building, was a show I hadn’t heard of: