jimi izrael

Single Father, Author, Screenwriter, Award-Winning Journalist, NPR Moderator, Lecturer and College Professor. Habitual Line-Stepper

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JIMI'S BLOG ROLL

    Single Fathers = Glorified Baby-sitters

    I'm a big fan of K. Danielle Edwards blog, where she muses about black moms, black marriage and generally basks in the glow of her succesful nuclear family. It's hard to hate on someone who has found love and can make it work -- I know Danielle, so I know she deserves it. But I was taken aback by her  recent post where she tables the thesis that single dads are really just, you know, glorified baby-sitters. That they don't have to put in the time and effort that married men do.

    I spend a chapter in my book "The Denzel Principle" on baby-mama drama and father's rights. I don't know how we quantify the worth of single dads to begin with, but let's give it a try.

    If the measure is by quantity of time spent, I think her point is a no-brainer. You get to spend more time with your kid when they live in the house, obviously. But when you are the non-residential parent and have scheduled visitation or you are have  shared custody of your kid half-time, then the time you spend is more precious and meaningful because you don't take it for granted.

    Not for nothing, the time you spend having to check up on the shack-ups, Penis-of-The-Week, other bedroom transients and step-fathers should also be figured into the equation. Sometimes, your child's mother makes good choices and the new person in her life becomes a valuable addition to the family structure. Most times, he is a crank who, at some point or another, will have to be put in check.

    Also, glorified baby-sitters don't constantly have to have their rights enforced. Women think because they may have residential custody, that they have unilateral shot-calling capability. They don't. Often, they need to be dragged back to remind them that shared parenting is exactly that, and no one parent can call shots willy-nilly. When arguing about the children, married men don't have to do that. They just nod, say "yes, dear" and go pretend to fix something.

    Single fathers also have to keep the child's school on notice, so they don't think you are one of those Absentee Black Fathers that get so much press. You end up dealing with thier sexisty and racist presumptions, having to constantly remind them to make sure you get a copy of report cards and the like.

    When you take everything in total, small wonder single dads want to recognized. Because married fathers are just live-in sperm-donors and nannys, biding time until they too are on the outside looking in.

    Single fathers are not glorified baby-sitters. They are men every bit as worthy of the title of father who face alot more obstacles and prejudices to be good fathers to their children.

    Anthony Sowell: Neighborhood Pervert

    By now you have heard about the case of the horrific serial murders of black women on Cleveland's East Side and wonder how it could happen. How could bodies be sitting up rotting in somebody's house, stinking up an entire neighborhood, and nobody get to the bottom of it? How does a pervert move in next door and you have no clue? Is it about race or class?

    Both.

    I haven't been to the site, but I know the neighborhood well: my first apartment was about a mile from the house. I've driven through as recently as three weeks ago and have always known the area to smell funky, but didn't know what the eff it was. The neighborhood is ok for what it is, full of alot of aging home-owners, single mothers, their sons and boyfriends. It is working-class to retiree status: not dangerous if you know the area, but not the place you want to be walking around at night if you don't.  What may make it different from where you live is the culture of poverty and the working poor. This is also the kind of neighborhood pocked by sex offenders who have nowhere to live after they do their time and decide to shacked up and mooch off relations. This was the life of alleged serial killer Anthony Sowell. He established a base of operations and quietly lured in his victims. Sowell lived among Strawberrys and other brands of crackfiends. The streets knew something of him, and the police did too.  But it's an ugly truth that a dude using drugs and liqour to pick up women off the streets in the inner city simply is not that unusual. And a naked woman falling from a two story window trying to make an escape just gets sent back to her boyfriend, almost Jeffery Dahmer-stylee?  Raping women in bushes, telling curious neighbors "It's cool." WTF?  A dog doesn't deserve to live this way. To the cops, its just another day in the 'Hood.

    By contrast, in the suburbs if a man sits at a stoplight too long leering at the co-eds, there is a description of him, his car and his political affiliation on the evening news. In the suburbs, if your dog drops a load and you go a day without attending it, you might be cited. Sowell could not have lived in Shaker Heights, Cleveland Heights or Beachwood on the low because the authorities would have sent notices door to door alerting neighbors that a sex offender had moved in. Cleveland police says they doesn't have the resources to do that kind of thing. That's bullshit. I live in Cleveland, and I get notices. I know the sex offenders on my block by name and face. But then, I live in a stylish part of the city where gentrification is slowly weeding out the Have-Nots. I guess the ghetto is the only place where you can still get away with murder: where people can disappear right off the street and no one bats an eye. This kind of crime could not have happened in the suburbs.

    Someone has some explaining to do.

    Color Commentary After Dark

    We have a number of late-night contenders of color on the horizon, and it begs the question why people of color have been unable to keep a late-night show on the air for any extended period of time. It's probably got something to do with Da White Man holding us down or whatever, but Newsweek says it probably because black people aren't funny. Evidently, journalist/Negrophile Joshua Alston just landed on Earth and should be forgiven for his ignorance. To Alston's point, black people are not universally funny. Black comedians tend to broker in esoteric humor that requires that you have had a certain set of life experiences. We simply do not think the same things are funny. But that doesn't negate the fact that people of color can't find a home on TV after 11 -- what up wit dat?

    Arsenio Hall found success with white America because he was the black friend every white person wishes they had: He was a deferential clown, an impotent, barking buffoon who racked quasi-racial quips but was not to be taken seriously under any circumstances. Not long after he tried to feign relevancy, he was off the air. Chris Rock was OK, until he tried to be seriously tried to be funny. He imagined himself as Bill Maher, black, not knowing that America is not ready for a black man to joke about serious matters in a way they actually have to weigh seriously. David Alan Grier, sadly, never even stood a chance. D.L Hughley just didn't get it -- as smart as he is off-script, on his show, he came across like an intellectual lightweight rewritten by people who didn't know how to write jokes. Some white people imagined Dave Chappelle to be the dangerous ghetto black person in the lunch room, too stupid to know they were laughing at him and not with him, until he showed them different. Some white people think blackness is funny because they don't know what else to think about it.

    Many white people are trained to laugh at black people cracking wise about being black -- because not being able to get a cab is SO funny, right? The challenge going forward will be for Wanda Sykes and George Lopez and Mo'Nique to not let their color be the punch line. Their ethnicity can't be the entire gag. I don't beleive in a "post-racial" America, but if ever there was a time to elevate the discourse in this country, it's now.

    Sharpton Family Values

    After the Rev. Al Sharpton's ex and his daughter get arrested for running a red light to get past an unmarked police vehicle, color him perplexed. "How what was apparently a minor traffic dispute ended up with two arrests with desk-appearance tickets is highly questionable and unusual," said Mike Hardy, Sharpton's mouthpiece. "We will pursue all answers in this matter." Yeah, I bet.

    Looks like the good reverend would do good to teach his people how to behave when dealing with the police. I wouldn't think dropping Al Sharpton's name in any precinct in New York City would win you many friends. Sharpton's people could have caused an accident, and should pay their fine and apologize to the NYPD. But instead of encouraging them to apologize --because apologies aren't really his strong suit -- I wonder if Sharpton will find yet another racial injustice.

    Do you think these young ladies were singled out? Or do you think they owe the police and the community an apology for reckless driving?

    Barack, Michelle and the Myth Of Marital Equality

    So, the New York Times wonders how you could ever hope to have equality in a marriage when your husband is the President of the United States. The answer is that there is no such thing as equality in marriage, and most people who have been married know that. It's a test of wills, a trial of trust. You trust each other's dream. It isn't about who has the upper hand, because rarely does anyone have it for long. Power, if we want to call it that, ebbs and flows. There is no equality, just contentment with your position. If you are married for any period of time, it all evens out.

    There is some vaguely feminist notions that equality is about who makes more than or as much as whom, who has more education, who washes the dishes on how many nights of the week. Whose dream is being fulfilled. Most of you know I think feminists are full of poi, because we all know who is suppose to pay when the dinner check comes, right?

    Right.

    If you and your mate are compatible even a little, then your dreams will find each other and fuse together seamlessly. Michelle Obama let her husband dream without (too much) guilt. And not no trite, rhetorical BS-type of dream to keep his mind pacified either, but a dream he could actually make into reality. Barack Obama knew if he failed, she, her love and all her sheepskin had his back. It wasn't a pissing match, because if it had been, she had him beat by miles. She let him dream, and she had him faded. But that notion seems antiquated to some strong black women. I get it.

    This explains the faux-mysterious failure rate of most black marriages, because many people go into them with Candyland visions of a perfect union where everything is everything all the time, men wear bras and everyone lives happily ever after. Or it becomes some kind of battle for supremacy, to see who will best the other and come out on top. Ultimately, everyone loses.

    What marriage teaches you, as I note in my up-coming memoir-ish tomeThe Denzel Principle, is that people are hopelessly, tragically flawed. You have to decide upfront to accept your loved one's imperfections or move on and resign yourself to a life of multiple cats and loneliness. Sometimes, he snores. Sometimes, she farts in her sleep. More often, she makes more money than him, or vice versa. Maybe he spends money foolishlessly on comics, rare books and video games. Like me. This is Life.

    What about Michelle's dream?  Good question. I wonder if any black woman ever had the audacity to dream of being First Lady. So maybe by letting him dream, he gave her more than she could ever dream of. They may not be equals. But they are together. Look what his dream did for them.

    Think about it.

    Real-Life Balloon Boy

    So, it turns out that the Heenes were not the first to get the wise idea about sending your kid up in a balloon to create some kind of media fracas (the mother has confessed, FYI). There was some goofball up my way in the early 1930s who tied his boy, Bill Crawford, to a balloon and sent him 50 feet up in the air to amuse poor people too broke to go to the circus or a local airshow. Dad also did it, as Crawford notes, to get some attention for himself.

    Holy crap.

    In the '30s, kids could work heavy machinery and operate blow torches, so the child welfare laws were obviously pretty lax back in the day. I guess there really is nothing new up under the sun.

    Tracy Morgan: Man on Fire

    The hipsters are musing over Tracy Morgan's recent appearances on Terry Gross and at a reading for his book, wondering why he is so "unstable." I think it's sad that people expect him to be pulling his shirt off and talking about malt liquor all the time. Even Richard Pryor was occasionally somber and introspective.  There's some sense that if he's sober and doesn't want to be funny on cue, Morgan may be irrelevant.

    I sometimes think that white people wonder whimsically about the idea that we are all not here for their collective amusement. That somehow, even black people who broker in their collective amusement have a whole other range of feelings. I see shades of Chapelle and Rob and Big in how white folks deal with Morgan on 30 Rock: Hipsters get to feel as if they can own and get down with a black "friend" they would normally cross the street to avoid. Television is a cage of sorts that provides a comfortable space to laugh at the Otherness of it all.

    Yeah.

    Dude had a compelling story to tell. And some are disappointed to find out that Tracy Morgan is a whole person after all.

    Black Men and Sexual Harassment

    I read this account comparing and contrasting the handling of two different ESPN talents with great interests. On the one hand, a brother seems to have been fired to merely hugging a female co-worker, but Steve Phillips, a white talent, was only suspended for diddling around with an underling. I don't like looking at things in racial terms, but it seems apparent that they got disparate treatment, and I can't think of any other mitigating factor beyond race.

    I've been accused on sexual harrassment for not averting my gaze from a woman's face quickly enough or giving a compliment on the color of sweater. In high school, a summer school teacher had me suspended for sexual harassment because she said the hole near the crotch of my jeans distracted her (true story). I wonder if any of you black men have stories like this too or think black men are held to a more stringent code of conduct when it comes to matters of sexual harassment.

    Woman Beats Man on "Tyra"

    Tyra Banks had a segment on her show about girlfriends who beat up thier boyfriends. It reminds me of scenarios I've witnessed play out on the street. This is Domestic Violence Awareness Month and I've written about the issue a bit. So I'm glad to see this being discussed. Troubling is the fact that this would be on TV. Some people say that this helps people that women can be abused by women. I doubt this kind of thing would pass as informative if the shoe was on the other foot. How do you feel about seeing a woman kick her man's ass on TV?

    Obama Gives a Pass on Medical Marijuana

    President Obama takes a significant step towards legalizing marijuana by issuing a new policy on users and dealers of medical marijauna. I don't partake and have never partaken, so I don't have a dog in the race. But I hear alot about the benefits of smoking dope and often wonder what the legalization of the sticky-icky would do to and for America. Now, I'm wondering how Obama supporters on the fence and his critics on the right with react. What is the argument against legalizing marijuana anyways? Given the dangers of regular ole tobacco, it seems like a moral one at best.

    After all, as the famous African philosopher Smokey once said... weed be letting you know where EVIL lurk.