Showing posts with label UC Davis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UC Davis. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Fools and rules and pepper spray

Hey there.  Well, the Super Committee is failing.  But here's something that the U.S. Congress seems competent to do.


Did you hear that they might actually get their shit together to classify pizza as a vegetable for the purpose of school lunch menus?  They say it's just too expensive to provide healthy foods and besides, food companies that make frozen pizzas, the salt industry and potato growers are sad at the prospect of losing so much business.  Ah, there's the propulsion for forward momentum.  Of course, it's not parents.  Despite the fact that the lunch program was modified based on recommendations by the Institute of Medicine, as an attempt to curb childhood obesity and skyrocketing future health care costs, Republican Congressional members say that the government shouldn't tell kids what to eat.  Unless, I guess, it's telling kids to eat frozen pizza and french fries in support of the food lobby.  Then it's a-okay.


And people wonder why protestors won't break camp and head on home.  Speaking of.

Have you watched the paramilitary forces of the UC campuses brutalize its students?  At UC Berkeley, students who linked arms took the brunt of baton-weilding policy in their bellies, ribs and spines before many were arrested.  A former
U.S. poet laureate was bashed.  And the UCB chancellor said "linking arms is not non-violent civil disobedience."  Um. 



And then, this past weekend, it was time for the junta of UC Davis to give their arsenal an airing.  The students of UC Davis-- truly my alma mater-- sat quietly on a path running through the student-occupied quad and refused to move when the cops demanded.  They refused quietly.  They refused non-violently (as per the standard definition and not Chancellor Birgeneau's inexplicable misconstruction of it-- would he even get into Cal?).  And because they didn't move, and perhaps because they didn't threaten enough to warrant the frustrated presence of the police force, the cops vented their pepper spray directly into the somber, scared faces of the students.  From three feet away.  Students gagged, coughed, coughed blood.  But they didn't fight.  They sat.  And others, who were not in need of medical attention, kept the peace where the cops could not.  After a mic check, the UCD protestors informed the cops that they could go in a chant.  And the cops, proving themselves to have an ounce of common sense, went.  This was the most impressive demonstration of peaceful protest I've ever seen.  The protestors released the cops and the power of calm prevailed over force.  Hold your tears or maybe let them flow.






The First Amendment is always messy and often expensive.  Violent police response in the manner we're seeing will only accrue benefit to the protestors.  Leadership, whether on campuses or in cities, has failed to recognize that the media savviness of these camps is far beyond government understanding.  Videos of peaceful protests join our second lives on Facebook among pictures of friends and family.  The old red herrings of black-hooded anarchists have rotted to nothing but a stink, which is all they ever were.  The protestors hold each other up intelligently and amorphously; they have books and self-control.  And, in a resounding censure of government, they don't talk politics.  It's their silence on this particular issue that peals loudly against the current status quo.  The system as it stands is too dysfunctional to even contemplate the changes that would be required to alleviate its problems.  And the leadership is forced into a corner of befuddlement.  Confusion among those who hold power makes them vulnerable; they act stupidly. See Mayor of Oakland and the dumbs chancellors of UCB and UCD.


For those who squealed with delight at the pepper-spray that saturated the scarves and hoods of the UCD students because you thought "that's good, they were breaking rules," I'll wage a gentle disagreement.  When you consider rule-breaking, also consider the surfeit of rules codified to the benefit of those who hold power already.  "Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it," said Thoreau.  There is always a rule or law to be broken, without even an intent.  Standing for too long becomes disorderly conduct.  Not moving quickly enough becomes failing to obey the order of an officer or, worse, obstruction of government action.  So the rule becomes convenient for the imposition of power.  The First Amendment states that freedom of expression may not be abridged but you can't stand there, sit there, stay there after a certain hour.  Only fools would grant priority to these rules over the peaceful objections of those who suffer.


Finally, Go Ags.  Continue to be great.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Legal Cow Pie

Of course, I clicked to read this NY Times article, titled "Is Law School a Losing Game?", immediately when it first appeared on January 8.  Of course, in the seconds before the page loaded, I answered the question with a sad laugh, "Nope."

But maybe I was too quick to make the fun, cynical joke which I've made often at my own (largely financial) expense.  Law school was not hell.  It was a solid education into the history and structure of the U.S. government, as well as the interconnection of state and international laws, treaties and jurisdictional bodies that all seek, in various ways, to balance equally various concepts of justice, liberty and human rights.  However complex the reading, obtuse the lectures, or occasionally immature the student body, the experience can't help but enlighten.  Honestly, it was not a bad way to spend three years.  I'd do it again, if I could do it for free.

Unfortunately, the education ends and the professional legal world I entered was not half as thoughtful as the training I got for it.  That's not to say that I didn't come across great colleagues and amazing clients in desperately sad situations which demanded rigorous research and intellectual creativity, but as a non-profit attorney helping people struggling to secure even the most basic of needs, I wasn't going to lead a fight to the courthouse if I could obtain a more efficient result without it.  And shit, when I did have to go to court, who would handle all my clients while I prepared?  Yeah, no one.  And who would help me with the copious procedural issues once I was there?  Hmph.  We were all too swamped with our clients' crises to luxuriate in long debates about conflict of laws or creative constitutional arguments.

Nope, for me, lawyering was social working with a heavy hand.  And my legal education?  It made my heavy hand more formidable, I suppose, and certainly gave me credibility among my clients when I would let them know, "the government really has never liked poor people" and "the system is not geared for our side to win."  I would apologize often, on behalf of the system, until I remembered that the system's flaws were ingrained and purposeful and I'd had nothing to do with its design.  Law school helped me with that realization too.

Ah, so jaded.  But, fortunately, my legal education also made me pragmatic enough to know when it was time for me to get the hell out.  The bummer part is that my loans won't run away from me the way that I ditched the profession.

This week, I sent in my request for inactive status with the California Bar.  When I graduated from the very fine UC Davis, King Hall School of Law in 2003, I confessed to one of my favorite professors that I really didn't think I wanted to become a lawyer but I appreciated everything he'd taught me.  He offered one final lesson: "You don't have a choice until you pass the Bar.  Then, when you have earned the right to be a lawyer, you earn the right to turn your back on us."

In the NY Times article, there's a quote that I found somewhat funny and pretty darn editorial: "law school is a pie eating contest where the first prize is more pie."  (Apparently, it's a cliche though I've never heard it.)  I don't think this is quite true.  I think first prize is a pie in the face.  But, with some humility I can admit, I really like peach pie.