Sunday, November 29, 2015

Reading for Nov. 30. Write a one-paragraph summation (if you need to present, read this)

http://www.latimes.com/opinion/opinion-la/la-ol-watts-riots-civil-rights-20150811-story.html

Students: Read this for tomorrow's class. It is an article published on the 50th Anniversary of the Watts Riots, looking back at how the paper covered the Riots when they happened. If you still need to present to the class, you can answer the following questions, and present your answers to the class.
a. What is the reason for the "then-and-now" approach to this article.
b. What kind of responses did the paper solicit from leaders of the day (in 1965)?
c. When these writers examine the progress LA has made concerning the issues that triggered the events, how do they size things up?
d. If someone read this article without knowing anything about the Riots, how much useful information do think they'd get?


The Watts Riots: What the Editorial Board Thought Then
By Scott Martelle
On the early evening of Aug. 11, 1965, what should have been a routine DUI arrest by a California Highway Patrol motorcycle cop turned into one of the nation’s worst urban riots with 34 people killed, more than 1,000 reported injured, at least 200 buildings destroyed by fire and more than 400 structures damaged by looters and arsonists. It wasn’t the first riot during those fractious times -- Harlem and Philadelphia erupted the previous year -- nor the deadliest -- Detroit would take that honor two years later -- but its scope and brutality jarred the nation. 
The Times editorial board, naturally, weighed in on the events, and reading those editorials a half-century later gives one the sense of a board both caught by surprise at the depth of frustration among the city’s African Americans and oblivious to the role the Los Angeles Police Department played in feeding it. The first editorial didn’t seem to recognize race as a key ingredient in the fast-growing unrest, though the board caught up by the second editorial.
The board at the time was deeply supportive of the city police department and stood firmly with Chief William Parker in his overwhelmed efforts to quell the violence -- something that took the National Guard and five days of violent venting to achieve. Soon, commissions spotlighted the underlying problems and frustrations that culminated in such a communal expression of rage.
The board is different now of course, as are the times. But I’ve been wondering how today’s board would have responded were we transported back to 1965. My guess is we’d offer more nuanced support for the police, recognizing the central role the department plays in maintaining public safety, but also cognizant of its shortcomings and failures. And while recognizing the persistent underlying problems of segregation and inequality, we likely would have condemned a community resorting to violence. But who knows for sure -- and it’s a series of editorials I hope we never have to write.



Here are those days of rage as viewed by the board then, trailed out in chronological order beginning 50 years ago today:

A Summer Carnival of Riot (Aug. 13)



A hot night, an area of simmering tension, a routine police arrest of a drunk driving suspect -- and suddenly Los Angeles is faced with a full-scale riot and boastful threats of more to come. 
Was what happened in south Los Angeles during the sultry evening and early morning hours Wednesday and Thursday only the first act of an explosive drama?
Civil, welfare, and law enforcement authorities moved Thursday with commendable speed, in a variety of ways, to try to damp down this danger. How successful they were is, at this writing, not known. But if self-proclaimed “spokesmen” in the south Los Angeles area can be taken at their word, the job of those seeking to prevent further disorders won’t be easy.
The facts of what occurred the other evening are simple enough. Police attempting to do their duty were interfered with, a mob quickly formed, rioting erupted. The area where all this took place has a predominantly Negro population. But there is no reason to believe that the outbreak was, in any sense, a race riot.
The mob that ran wild did not attack only whites, or even police. Indiscriminately, bystanders were assaulted and injured. Indiscriminately, vehicles were stoned. Newsmen were attacked, stores were looted, at least one auto was burned. Of the 34 arrests made, seven were on charges of assault with a deadly weapon.
Explanations for the orgy of lawlessness are not hard to find. It took place in an atmosphere where the potential for violence is high, in weather conducive to such outbreaks. The members of the largely-youthful mob were undoubtedly filled with a variety of discontents and grievances of long standing. The events of the evening provided the opportunity to give their discontents irrational expression.
Uniformed police, representing authority and the society from which the youths no doubt feel estranged, were the first targets. But in short order anyone came to serve as a victim. As always happens in such carnivals of hell-raising, the innocent, particularly the residents of the area, quickly became sufferers.
What happened the other night may well have been symptomatic of more serious underlying conditions, which should and are being treated. But the immediate concern remains adequate law-enforcement, to make the streets safe, day and night. The police are doing their job, and doing it well. They need -- must have -- the support of all citizens if they are truly to succeed. 

Anarchy Must End (Aug. 14)
Race rioting has brought anarchy to a crowded area of south Los Angeles. Terrorism is spreading.
Whatever its root causes, the chaos which has gripped the city for three days and three nights must be halted forthwith.
If the National Guardsmen belatedly sent to the relief of Chief Parker’s outnumbered police, sheriff’s deputies and California Highway Patrolmen are not enough, additional hundreds must be provided at once.
Now that kid-glove measures have failed, the sternest possible steps must be taken to quell the madness before mob violence becomes mass murder. During this all-out effort, citizens are requested to stay out of the riot area. If they live in the vicinity, they are strongly urged to remain in their homes.
Only after sanity is restored can there be any meaningful talk about long-range cures of the basic problems involved.

A Time for Prayer (Aug. 15)
There are no words to express the shock, the sick horror, that a civilized city feels at a moment like this.
It could not happen in Los Angeles. But it did. And the shameless, senseless, bloody rioting continues unabated after the four ugliest days in our history.
Decent citizens everywhere, regardless of color, can only pray that this anarchy will soon end.
Meanwhile the community, watching, waiting, praying, becomes aware each moment of the debt owed its heroic law enforcement and fire fighting personnel. These men deserve the highest praise for their splendid efforts under unbelievably difficult conditions.


Those people living in the riot areas who have been helping to care for the wounded and injured also deserve the gratitude of the city.
Fortunately the law enforcement personnel have been joined by major units of the National Guard. Now, as on Wednesday night, the first grim order of business is to put down what amounts to civil insurrection, using every method available.
After that we can count the cost, salve our wounds, and seek some way to prevent forever the recurrence of another such appalling act.

[NOTE: There was no editorial on the rioting on Aug. 16, but the board made up for it with two the next day, one looking outward at the recently signed Voting Rights Act of 1965 -- wrapped together in the editorial with the Civil Rights Act of 1964 -- and the other assessing, again, the damage to the city, what it meant, and suggesting a path forward. 

Who Will Now Share the Load (Aug. 17)
One hundred years after the Emancipation Proclamation, the American Negro, most classically underprivileged of all U.S. minorities, has won his battle for civil rights and lawful freedoms.
His victory came through the selfless efforts of a heavy congressional majority which passed the Civil Rights Acts of 1964-65.
It appeared, this summer, that the moment had arrived for consolidation of these overdue gains, for application in fact of these legal principles.
Meanwhile responsible leaders of the general public, headed by President Johnson, and of the national Negro community urged that Negroes proceed in orderly fashion to secure still other advantages so long denied them: better education, better jobs, better housing.
With ironic prophecy, in a column written on the eve of Los Angeles’ racial holocaust, Roy Wilkins of the NAACP wondered: “Will Negro citizens now pitch in for the unglamorous work, out of the spotlight, that will prepare and send the individual Negro through the doors that have been opened?”
He concluded: “The sober majority in the Negro community and in its leadership will distinguish itself in the degree that it adapts to the new era.”
Now that a precarious peace has been established in the ravaged area, certain basic truths should be recognized:
- What happened here was not the doing of the Negro majority in Los Angeles. Far from it. Innocent Negroes were among the saddest victims of the burning and looting.
- It would be wrong to allow the riots to impede steady progress on the legitimate civil rights front.
Nevertheless, in the white heat of emotions generated in recent days, there will be a tendency for some to lash out against the Negro community in general, against the “situation” that let all this develop.
A terrible responsibility rests upon white and Negro alike, to chart both the immediate and long-range courses that must be followed if we are to emerge from the present crisis without precipitating another.
To a sobering degree, this burden falls upon the spokesmen for the Negro community, whose voices have not always contributed to the understanding so badly needed today.  
Even by inference, none should condone the criminals terrorism, or dismiss it as the inevitable result of economic and sociological pressures.
President Johnson said it well on Sunday: “There is no greater wrong, in our democracy, than violent, willful disregard of law. If men live decently it is because obedience to legal process saved their lives and allowed them to enlarge those lives.”
In his speech June 4 at Howard University, a predominantly Negro institution, Mr. Johnson looked ahead to “the next great battle in the civil rights movement” – “to shatter forever, not only the barriers of law and public practice, but the walls which bound the conditions of man by the color of his skin.”
That effort, tragically, may have been set back to an incalculable degree.
It need not necessarily be so. But only the genuine, whole-souled effort of all concerned, whatever their ethnic origin, will determine whether we can abandon narrow racial politics in favor of an enlightened area-wide approach to this crushing problem.

A City Demands the Answers (Aug. 17)
Los Angeles’ long ordeal of bloodshed and destruction finally appears to be ending. And in its wake a stunned city demands to know how it could happen here -- and how another such nightmare can be prevented.
A large section of South Los Angeles lies gutted and pillaged. Tens of thousands of persons face hunger and privation as the result of the senseless rioting.
Somehow they must be fed. Somehow the stores and businesses upon which they depended must be rebuilt. But how?
The official leadership not always evident during the height of the crisis must now be exerted forcefully to assure the safety of all citizens and to help the riot’s direct and indirect victims.
Gov. Brown should move without delay to appoint a citizens’ commission of the highest quality to conduct a thorough independent inquiry into the causes and circumstances of the riot.
The commission must determine why National Guard troops were not more quickly dispatched to the riot area once it became obvious local law enforcement officers were over-extended. Whether the delay was the result of some official’s hesitation or inadequate presence of soldiers in sizeable numbers probably could have had a material effect upon the course of the rioting.
The commission should be cautious of irresponsible criticism of the Los Angeles Police Department and its chief, William H. Parker, which only detracts from the courage and effectiveness of the city’s police and fire personnel under incredibly difficult circumstances. Nonetheless, the commission should concern itself with the possible need of better communications between law enforcement and the Negro community, so that doubts and suspicions can no longer be inflamed into bloody defiance of all law and order.
It seems clear that the re-establishment of peace and order in the riot area and the continued protection of the rest of the city will require an increase in the size of the police department.
Finally, immediate and long-range action must be taken to restore South Los Angeles. The owners of businesses destroyed by rioters must not only be helped to rebuild but also given guarantees that they will be protected and that some means be found to indemnify them against future disorders.
The effects of the South Los Angeles riots will not be easily erased. But out of the rubble must come positive plans and action which will assure that these days and nights of terror will not return.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Research Paper: The Watts Riots

Prompt for Paper 4: The Watts Riots

The Watts Riots
In August 1965, the Watts area of Los Angeles exploded as Black Americans raged and rioted against their second-class status in America. The event that triggered the so-called Watts Riots was a simple traffic stop. A young man was pulled over by a Highway Patrol motorcycle officer for possible drunken driving. A crowd gathered, the driver’s mother was called to come witness the event, and within 24 hours the National Guard had been called in to patrol the streets of Los Angeles. A simple traffic stop turned into to an explosive release of frustration and anger. 
Your assignment is to research and write a paper exploring the underlying reasons for the Riots You must select one of four topics to investigate. When you’ve done your research, you will write a 1250-1600-word paper that will use your research to shed light on the fury that riveted America’s eyes on Watts on August 15, 1965. To write your paper, you must use information from at least five sources: three books or studies on the underlying causes; at least one in-depth article from a periodical; at least one video file. You will use MLA formatting and citation standards. You will type your paper, which is due the last day of class. You will turn in a hard copy of your paper in class on that day. You will also email a copy of your paper to tomp99@earthlink.net. 

Choose one of these subjects and write about the role it played in causing the riots.
a. Police-community relations
b. Health care
c. Jobs and unemployment
d. Housing

Monday, November 16, 2015

Short versions of the three prompts for comp 3



1.  What did Easy mean when he called Todd Carter, “the worst kind of racist”?
2.  How did race shape the world of Daphne Monet/Ruby Hanks?
3.  How can we understand Easy as a good man when he was directly and indirectly responsible for so much pain in his world?

Monday, November 2, 2015

Critical response to Devil: Composition 3


Students: Your assignment is to examine the characters and context in Devil In A Blue Dress, and write a response to one of the three prompts below. Your essay should be approximately 750 words long. There is no quick correct answer to the questions raised below. The challenge is select one, and to read the text carefully and base your response on evidence that you find.

1. “It was a strange experience but I had seen it before. Mr. Todd Carter was so rich that he didn’t even consider me in human terms. He could tell me anything. I could have been a prized dog that he knelt to and hugged when he felt low. It was the worst kind of racism. The fact that he didn’t even recognize our difference showed that he didn’t care one damn about me.” (chapter 17, page 117)
-Examine how racism shapes the lives of the characters - of all races - in Devil. Use what you find to explain why Easy reacts this way to Carter.

2. Daphne was a chameleon lizard who changed for her man, as Easy says in chapter 26. Examine her relationships with the men she pulled into her orbit. Who was she to each, who was she to herself, and how did race shape the world she lived in?


3. The events in Devil started when Easy was fired by a racist foreman at Champion Aircraft. As a result, he needed a job or face the foreclosure of the house he loved. Easy didn’t set out to do bad in the world, yet people died as he searched for Daphne. Examine the killing that happens in the book - dating back before the war to the murder of Mouse’s step-father - and consider whether or not Easy was morally responsible for the blood that was spilled. Is it possible for a good man to live a blameless life in a world that is distorted by greed, self-interest, and racial prejudice? How can a man hold his head up in a low-down world? Make sure to use examples to make your point. 

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Read for Nov. 2 (Critical Reading)


Students: Please read this for tomorrow's class. We'll have time in class, but it will help if you can go through it once tonight.

Love (1940) by Jesse Stuart

Yesterday when the bright sun blazed down on the wilted corn my father and I walked around the edge of the new ground to plan a fence. The cows kept coming through the chestnut oaks on the cliff and running over the young corn. They bit off the tips of the corn and trampled down the stubble.

My father walked in the cornbalk. Bob, our Collie, walked in front of my father. We heard a ground squirrel whistle down over the bluff among the dead treetops at the clearing’s edge. “Whoop, take him, Bob,” said my father. He lifted up a young stalk of corn, with wilted dried roots, where the ground squirrel had dug it up for the sweet grain of corn left on its tender roots. This has been a dry spring and the corn has kept well in the earth where the grain has sprouted. The ground squirrels love this corn. They dig up rows of it and eat the sweet grains. The young corn stalks are killed and we have to replant the corn.

I could see my father keep sicking Bob after the ground squirrel. He jumped over the corn rows. He started to run toward the ground squirrel. I, too, started running toward the clearing’s edge where Bob was jumping and barking. The dust flew in tiny swirls behind our feet. There was a big cloud of dust behind his.

“It’s a big bull blacksnake,” said my father. “Kill him, Bob! Kill him, Bob!”

“Bob was jumping and snapping at the snake so as to make it strike and throw itself off guard. Bob has killed twenty-eight copperheads this spring. He knows how to kill a snake. He doesn’t rush to do it. He takes his time and does the job well.

“Let’s don’t kill the snake,” I said. “A blacksnake is a harmless snake. It kills poison snakes. It kills the copperhead. It catches more mice from the fields than a cat.”

“I could see the snake didn’t want to fight the dog. The snake wanted to get away. Bob wouldn’t let it. I wondered why it was crawling toward a heap of black loamy earth at the bench of the hill. I wondered why it had come from the chestnut oak sprouts and the matted greenbriars on the cliff. I looked as the snake lifted its pretty head in response to one of Bob’s jumps. “It’s not a bull blacksnake,” I said. “It’s a she-snake. Look at the white on her throat.”

“A snake is an enemy to me,” my father snapped. “I hate a snake. Kill it, Bob. Go in there and get that snake and quit playing with it!”

Bob obeyed my father. I hated to see him take this snake by the throat. She was so beautifully poised in the sunlight. Bob grabbed the white patch on her throat. He cracked her long body like an ox whip in the wind. He cracked it against the wind only. The blood spurted from her fine-curved throat. Something hit against my legs like pellets. Bob threw the snake down. I looked to see what had struck my legs. It was snake eggs. Bob had slung them from her body. She was going to the sand heap to lay her eggs, where the sun is the setting hen that warms them and hatches them.

Bob grabbed her body there on the earth where the red blood was running down on the gray-piled loam. Her body was still writhing in pain. She acted like a greenweed held over a new-ground fire. Bob slung her viciously many times. He cracked her limp body against the wind. She was now limber as a shoestring in the wind. Bob threw her riddled body back on the sand. She quivered like a leaf in the lazy wind, then her riddled body lay perfectly still. The blood covered the loamy earth around the snake.


“Look at the eggs, won’t you?” said my father. We counted thirty-seven eggs. I picked an egg up and held it in my hand. Only a minute ago there was life in it. It was an immature seed. It would not hatch. Mother sun could not incubate it on the warm earth. The egg I held in my hand was almost the size of a quail’s egg. The shell on it was thin and tough and the egg appeared under the surface to be a watery egg.

“Well, Bob, I guess you see now why this snake couldn’t fight,” I said. “It is life. Stronger devour the weaker even among human beings. Dog kills snake. Snake kills birds. Birds kill butterflies. Man conquers all. Man, too, kills for sport.”

Bob was panting. He walked ahead of us back to the house. His tongue was out of his mouth. He was tired. He was hot under his shaggy coat of hair. His tongue nearly touched the dry dirt and white flecks of foam dripped from it. We walked toward the house. Neither my father nor I spoke. I still thought of the dead snake. The sun was going down over the chestnut ridge. A lark was singing. It was late for a lark to sing. The red evening clouds floated above the pine trees on our pasture hill. My father stood beside the path. His black hair was moved by the wind. His face was red in the blue wind of day. His eyes looked toward the sinking sun.

“And my father hates a snake,” I thought.

I thought about the agony women know of giving birth. I thought about how they will fight to save their children. Then, I thought of the snake. I thought it was silly of me to think such thoughts.

This morning my father and I got up with the chickens. He says one has to get up with the chickens to do a day’s work. We got the posthole digger, ax, spud, measuring pole and the mattock. We started for the clearing’s edge. Bob didn’t go along.

The dew was on the corn. My father walked behind with the posthole digger across his shoulder. I walked in front. The wind was blowing. It was a good morning wind to breathe and a wind that makes one feel like he can get under the edge of a hill and heave the whole hill upside down.

I walked out the corn row where we had come yesterday afternoon. I looked in front of me. I saw something. I saw it move. It was moving like a huge black rope winds around a windlass. “Steady,” I said to my father. “Here is the bull blacksnake.” He took one step up beside me and stood. His eyes grew wide apart.

“What do you know about this,” he said.

“You have seen the bull blacksnake now,” I said. “Take a good look at him! He is lying beside his dead mate. He has come to her. He, perhaps, was on her trail yesterday.”
The male snake had trailed her to her doom. He had come in the night, under the roof of stars, as the moon shed rays of light on the quivering clouds of green. He had found his lover dead. He was coiled beside her, and she was dead.

The bull blacksnake lifted his head and followed us as we walked around the dead snake. He would have fought us to his death. He would have fought Bob to his death. “Take a stick,” said my father, “and throw him over the hill so Bob won’t find him. Did you ever see anything to beat that? I’ve heard they’d do that. But this is my first time to see it.” I took a stick and threw him over the bank into the dewy sprouts on the cliff. 

Sunday Morning Nov. 1

Hey students, I'm so sorry for being sick on Wednesday. Please try to finish Devil,  so we can begin serious work on composition #3. We're going to combine the presentations we missed on Weds. with those due tomorrow.

Please check the website later on. I will post the comp. #3 prompts by dinnertime.

I hope you've had a good weekend.

Mr. T